I thought that this dwarf envoy had a secret mission to dare to put up a shelf in such a big way, but as soon as the other party entered the door of the reception room, he knelt on the ground without saying a word, followed him and climbed forward a few steps, hugged Luo Zhengdao's thigh and began to cry loudly, as if his father and mother had just died, but Luo Zhengdao was stunned.

"Your Royal Highness the Regent, please have mercy and save our tribe!"

Luo Zhengdao, who only felt that his head was muddy, patted the dwarf messenger who was rubbing his nose and tears on his pants, and asked angrily:

"Tribes? Which dwarven tribe are you from? ”

"Gray Iron Tribe, it's been a thousand years since we migrated to the Sea of Darkness."

The benefits of being delivered to the door for no reason are often followed by big troubles, just like those scam text messages in the old world congratulating you on winning the lottery, Luo Zhengdao squinted his eyes suspiciously, looked up and down at this dwarf messenger who seemed to be revealing his true feelings, and said:

"Then why did you come to me? Wouldn't it be better to turn to the Yaling Empire and the Elven Federation for help? ”

Sensing Luo Zhengdao's indifferent attitude, the dwarf envoy was afraid that he would not be able to win his trust, and hurriedly explained:

“…… We've heard you've defeated the Drow. ”

As soon as he heard this, recalling the unexpected bloody battle with the Drow Elves in the Sea of Darkness, Luo Zhengdao still shuddered with palpitations, and said:

"So, you're under threat of force from the Drow Elves?"

"Yes, Your Highness the Regent. This is a letter from the Tribal Elders, asking you to send troops to help us fend off the Drow Elves, and the Grey Iron Tribe is willing to serve you and your heir as vassals. ”

For the situation on the other side of the Sea of Darkness, Luo Zhengdao no matter how naïve he was, he would not believe the news delivered by a strange visitor, God knows if this is another trap, he immediately nodded and said:

"Well, come on, take the messenger to the post station to rest, I need some time to communicate with the Senate, please be patient and wait for a reply."

"Please make a decision as much as your Highness wants, our tribe is very dangerous, please save us!"

The dwarves were skilled in metallurgy and mining, so they were also one of the most commonly enslaved races in the New World, which may be the reason for the Old World elephants burning their teeth with their teeth! Some time ago, the attitude of the group of dwarven craftsmen captured by Luo Zhengdao from the Yogyakarta Kingdom was still stubborn, although they had been imprisoned for a long time, and they had basically seen the leather whip and cold water or something, these short guys who were known for their brains were still in a rigid posture, and there was no sign of compromise and softening. As a result, the current problem of the lack of skilled craftsmen at Wake Reef has been unresolved, so much so that the construction of the fourth ironclad and the export ironclad has been delayed, and it seems that the military purchase order of Gaud Needham will have to be delayed even longer.

Coincidentally, at this moment, a strange dwarf tribe took the initiative to kneel and beg for support, and no one would inevitably have a few more question marks in their hearts. Is it that Luo Zhengdao's character has been accumulated for so long before, and suddenly there is a tendency to start a big explosion, or is it that a certain behind-the-scenes man who is unwilling to be lonely is waiting for him again? It's really hard to say!

After pondering for a while facing the wall alone, Luo Zhengdao suddenly turned around and said to the attendant officer standing at the door:

"Tell Zora to come to me."

"Yes, Your Highness."

More than half an hour later, the dusty Zola Hegel appeared in the drawing-room, and as soon as he entered the room, he took a glass and poured a puff of ice water, if it were not for Luo Zhengdao's prohibition of pirates from drinking during working hours, he would have preferred rum with ice cubes.

Daylight hours on Wake Reef are brain-dead, and even a short trip to the outdoors can be physically and mentally exhausting, and the goblin armies who have repeatedly sunk in the brutal natural environment have the best say in this. For example, in the last few attacks planned by Modo Heishui, the infantry landing plan was simply abandoned, and the number of troops sent was too small to do anything, and the logistics supply could not keep up with it at all.

"The Grey Iron Tribe? I seem to have heard that it should be far away from the city-state of Drow, how could it be attacked so quickly? ”

The drow elves lived much longer than humans, and Zola Hegel looked like he was in the prime of life, and Luo Zhengdao couldn't tell how old he was, anyway, the boatswain's understanding of the Sea of Darkness was much more in-depth and objective than that of His Royal Highness the Regent, who wandered around.

Hearing this, Luo Zhengdao's eyes widened, and he asked:

"You mean there's a problem?"

The expression was surprised. Looking at Luo Zhengdao, Zola Hegel was silent, and then he touched his chin and said:

"It doesn't have to be a trap, the underground world is not like the surface, and sometimes the mine is dug in the wrong direction, or the erosion of the underground river and the collapse can turn disconnected areas into neighbors."

Hearing this, Luo Zhengdao also felt that this matter was a bit tricky, and it seemed that he could only prepare with two hands, and said:

"Well, then it's hard for you to go and see what is going on in the Gray Iron Tribe, and I'll personally lead the team over later."

Zola Hegel asked, curiously:

"Why, is it because of those dwarven craftsmen?"

"Well, the dwarves are familiar with smelting and blacksmithing much faster than we can raise a group of craftsmen from scratch. Zola, you know, there's nothing incredible new about the Ironclad, and we're trying to keep it a secret so that the Greenskins can delay learning about it, and sooner or later they'll be able to build the Ironclad as well. Taking advantage of this gap period, it is the best time for us to expand our power, and now we lack time the most! ”

As the new ironclad ships replaced the battleships in the main position of the pirate fleet, Luo Zhengdao also relaxed some controls, and gradually dispersed the old wooden battleships that were originally all controlled by himself, and no longer forced unified action.

The former flagship Yangwei continued to be used as the exclusive seat of Zola Hegel, except when he was captured and pulled to Luo Zhengdao as the flagship captain, the Yangwei is an excellent battleship with very balanced performance, and its speed has almost reached the limit of a sail battleship, even if the ironclad ship turns on the rocket engine to accelerate the propulsion, it may not be able to outrun it. In this respect, the Yangwei is not outdated, at least most of the active warships have no special advantages compared to it, and it would be too wasteful to give it up. Now, the Yaling warship was sailing toward the Sea of Darkness at lightning speed, and Zola Hegel felt that he was getting closer and closer to his homeland, and his dark face was becoming more and more severe.

Zola Hegel was born in the Dark Sea, and he knew the details of the drow elves and dwarves.

By the time the main force of the belated pirate fleet arrived, the boatswain had already repelled two rounds of attacks by the drow elves with a cannon team composed of dismantling light naval guns, temporarily stabilizing the critical situation, and waiting for His Royal Highness the Regent to show up to solve the problem of the final fate of the gray iron dwarven tribe.

"Zola, thank you for your hard work, how's the situation?"

From Luo Zhengdao's point of view, the harsh environment of the Sea of Darkness is comparable to the legendary world of death, and although it is slightly stronger than the ghost place of the Sea of Death, it is by no means a retreat that can be pleasing to the eye. If it weren't for the fact that this time it involved the Gray Iron Dwarf Tribe, which was related to the future development of the industry of Wake Reef, and others invited him over, he would not be interested.

The greetings of His Royal Highness the Lord Regent did not appeal much to Zola Hegel, who shook his head and said:

"Drow's attack was repelled by me, and they lost mainly slave soldiers, and the priestess of the spider queen did not appear, it seems to be ......"

Hearing the boatswain's reservation, Luo Zhengdao's vigilance suddenly raised, and he asked:

"You're saying that Drow didn't put his main force into attacking the Grey Iron Tribe, so where are they?"

Zola Hegel looked up at the dark underground space of the sky, sighed, and said:

"That's the answer I want to know!"

What tricks the drow elves want to play, Luo Zhengdao can't guess whether he is alive or dead, so he simply leaves it behind and starts to deal with the problem in front of him first. The gray iron dwarf expressed a strong welcome to the appearance of the human regent, and the chieftain, known as the Steel Fist, said in an almost flattering tone:

"Welcome to the Grey Iron Tribe, Your Royal Highness the Regent, and thank you for sending the valiant and warlike General Hegel and his troops."

Originally, Luo Zhengdao thought that dwarves were the kind of guys with stone heads and no clues, and it seemed that racial characteristics were also specific objects, so he turned his head to look at the extras who were in charge of waving their arms to create a warm atmosphere, and said:

"Is this all your tribesmen?"

The steelfist chieftain, whose beard was entangled with his hair and almost covered his entire face, said excitedly at this moment:

"Your Highness, the space of the cave is limited, only a few members live, and there are more than ten caves like this in our tribe!"

Hearing this, Luo Zhengdao paused for a moment, it seems that the scale of the Gray Iron Tribe is much larger than he expected, although it is a bit of a surprise, after thinking about it carefully, he feels that this piece of fat is too large, and he will not be able to digest it if he eats it rashly. Luo Zhengdao, who was in a complicated mood, pretended to shrug his shoulders easily, looked around and said:

"Oh, are all these caves full?"

"Ahh Not really, only three of these caves dug by the tribe were used for habitation, and the remaining few were workshops, warehouses, and farms. ”

Just now he was still worried about the number of gray iron dwarves, Luo Zhengdao thought that this answer was closer to his psychological expectations, his expression gradually eased, and said with a smile:

"Then why did the Drow elves attack the Grey Iron Tribe? What do they want from you? ”

Most of the dwarves are straight, what to say, the problem is that as the saying goes, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, and it is also common sense for honest people to emerge from a more cunning one, the steel fist chief immediately said hesitantly:

“…… We don't know what kind of madness those black skins have, but later we heard that it was the spider queen who had a divine decree descending, and there was a lot of news, but I don't know which one is true. ”

Nodding his head suddenly, Luo Zhengdao's eyes showed a sense of scrutiny, and he continued:

"Oh, it's God's will again!"