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On the dwarven wolfskin map, it is not difficult to find the Buran located in the northwest of Yafenburg, and it is not difficult to find the three-way gravel road where Yafen, Shanyan Pass, and Braning meet. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today, Braning is no longer the remote village of a few years ago, but a trading hub for smuggling black goods, with merchants, civilians and soldiers alike making the newly built city bustling with traffic and bustle.

Baron Arno, who had returned to Braning in advance, quickly prepared the food and grass that needed to be prepared for the treaty signed with the dwarf king Monta XII, and immediately mobilized most of the Braning soldiers who had been recruited in recent years.

He knew that in the days to come, he would no longer be a merchant running around the continent, leisurely touring the mountains and rivers with the caravan guys, but going to the frontier as a vassal.

As soon as the horn sounded, more than half of the Burenin soldiers escorted hundreds of ox carts loaded with grain and grass to get out of the low stone wall built by Braning and slowly walked away on the gravel road.

The newly built city of Braning had suddenly become deserted with the departure of most of its soldiers, but this was only temporary before Arno's eyes.

He never thought much about the future, even if it was because he was in response to a war for the whole of Yafen. He had already rehired the trusted men who had followed him as the remaining staff of Braning, so that these experienced fellows could continue to run this unique smuggling market.

Before the fall of the kingdom of Linston, Braning was a cornerstone of the prosperity of Jaffin and even the prosperity of Entre, and Arno would never let this hard-built cornerstone be shaken easily, even if the fate of the war is unknown.

A convoy of about a hundred oxen snaked along the gravel road under the escort of Blenin's soldiers. The oxcart pulled the board with the sword flag of the Langkong Wasteland, fluttering slightly in the spring breeze. The most striking member of this force was the leading baron, the bald one-eyed dragon Arno, who was dressed in a marching robe on a heavy horse from the Fenxi Cavalry Ranch with white spots on his eyebrows, and instead of his usual merchant attire, he was wrapped in a thick set of heavy chain mail, with a gunpowder belt around his waist and his favorite Sunset Island hand cannon. The barrel of the hand cannon, which had been polished black and shiny, looked like his increasingly shiny bald head.

Although it was loaded with grain and grass, the team set off from Buran Ning traveled very quickly, and in less than half a day, it had reached the agreed waiting place, the three-way intersection at the intersection of the three places.

The dwarven coalition had not yet arrived, but Baron Arno was already looking at it. Like a bald goose with its neck extended.

Heavy footsteps from far and near could finally be heard on the winding gravel road.

"These dwarves are too late!" Arno frowned, and followed his heavy footsteps into the dark green taiga on the north side.

An astonishing number of dwarven armies have finally shown their true battle. Serpentine with a solid step, their armor neatly held high, a row of four dwarven warriors occupying the gravel path, and the pointed talan helmets on their heads rose and fell as the dwarves marched, like a surging stream of iron.

At the head of the dwarven army is none other than Loki the Orangebeard.

A bright smile appeared on Loki's face, the corners of the one-eyed dragon's mouth were naturally slightly upturned, they had already looked at each other, Arno turned over and jumped off the tall heavy horse, facing Loki and threw the whip to the soldier next to him, Loki opened his arms and ran towards Arno at the same time.

"Arno." Orangebeard took off his royal fanged helmet and was immediately picked up by the sturdy Arnault's arms.

"Loki! You're always a minute or two late to lead the team, and you're welcome! Arno took out a free hand and quickly pulled out a golden object from his pocket, "Nephew, you can't let your uncle see this thing. Lo and behold, I built it just for you. ”

The orange-bearded Loki immediately gave Arno a greasy kiss on the left side of his face, he peeked at the gold ring engraving in his hand, and smiled proudly, "You carved this sentence on the ring really well!" Thank you for the words of compliment. ”

“yes,this`ring`belongs`to`the`most`bra|ve`man`in`ironfist`burg.” Arno whispered to Loki in fluent dwarven language, and Loki was even more excited.

Perhaps because of the gold ring with the inscription, the orange-bearded Loki was a little fluttery. At that moment, he began to introduce the two dwarven chieftains and the mountain rock guard behind him.

"Chief Bob of the Wintert tribe of the Red Dwarves of Port Havalo and Chief Nukental of the Halfling Celtic tribe of Havrinburg! Ah, and General Endorf of Shanyan Pass! I think we've met each other many times, and Yafen welcomes you! "He was a quick-witted businessman, his rich facial expression was very good at expressing his thoughts, his eyebrows were constantly jumping, and his face was full of smiles, which were like a ten-year-old wine, even if he had only dealt with the mountain rock guard Endorf many times.

Bob and Chief Nukenthal were clearly not impressed by Arno's words, and looked at the flamboyant merchant with a wary look. Although the Trian baron claimed to have met with them many times, in fact Berbe and Nukenthal were not very impressed with him.

Arno's mind was like a horse running in the steppe, and he naturally didn't have too much concern about Loki, who had befriended and received a ring from him, and Endorf, the mountain rock guard who had dealt with his caravan many times and even took bribes, but the cautious attitude of the chief of the Wintert tribe and the chief of the Celtic tribe made him faintly feel something.

"Hello, if I'm not mistaken, I visited Puerto Havalo in the winter 3 years ago and remember your trip vividly, and since then I have been looking for an opportunity to meet you, how can I be so easily satisfied with just a glimpse from afar on the street. How happy I am to be able to talk to you so closely. He felt in his pocket, and there were only a few jingling gold coins left, and he kept only one of them, and pinched the rest, and then walked up to Bob enthusiastically, and shoved six gold coins into Bob as he gave him a hug.

"Ah, I remember, you must be talking about my trip to worship the god of the sea in the cold winter three years ago. I love the wide variety of goods you sell, and I thoroughly hope that Yafin and Barenin will have more frequent contact after this war. Bo Bu smiled, and he quickly stuffed the coins in his hand into the money bag around his waist, and then nodded contentedly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was good, the energetic halfling chief Nuster also let go of his caution just now.

Arnault also greeted Noustel with a smile on his face as he cracked it out in embarrassment. According to the custom of the Trians, after a beautiful greeting, Nusterl finally nodded.

Arno actually took off the fine leather gloves he was wearing on his hands and brought them to Chief Nukenthal himself, "Chief Nuster, who is old and strong! Even in spring, the temperature difference between day and night is still very large. May this glove bring you warmth. ”

"Look, Bobu, what a good offspring." Chief Nukentyre snorted lightly at the chief of the Winterte tribe, Bob, he looked at the exquisite leather gloves he was wearing, and felt comfortable in his heart, if he compared this exquisite leather gloves with the poor fur gloves produced in Havelinburg, this pair of gloves can definitely be regarded as a fine product in Havelinburg, how can Havelinburg be rugged in the snowy mountains, few caravans from humans can reach Havelinburg and sell objects made by humans, not to mention that the gloves in his hands belong to the nobles in the human kingdom, and then he saluted Baron Arnault: "The Celtic chieftain Nuster, and the throwing machine in his hand are willing to serve His Excellency Baron Arnault." ”

"Oh, by the way, Arno, according to the agreement made by your Earl and our Majesty the King, you Perland and our Shanyan Pass together provide supplies for our dwarven troops--so, we should talk about this matter first, otherwise we can't continue--march." Loki the Bearded made a rambling suggestion, remembering his uncle's words when he gave him the reins of the army, as if it were a cold reminder that he must ensure the interests of the royal guards at Tekken Castle he leads, or he should not go back—of course, that was the implication of that statement.

Loki didn't really want to mention the matter of supplies now, but he had to mention that his words were like stones thrown in harmony, because he didn't want to give up his royal status and become a wandering dwarf who couldn't return home.

After a moment of silence, Arno turned his head and looked at the yellow-bearded Loki with his remaining single eye, while Loki clutched the exclusive gold ring that Arno had given him.

"His Majesty Monta XII is really calculating, and before he has even sent his army to the front, he has begun to discuss supplies. However, in order to accomplish the task which my Excellency Count Culosius had given me, I had used all the ox carts and grain that Braning had developed in the last few years, and all the grain and grain which were to feed the subjects of Brainin, which might not be as good as the six hundred Setirs spoken of by His Majesty King Monta XII, but we also did our best to satisfy the Redbeards and Halflings, and I brought from Braning a full four hundred Setyrs of grain in bullocks. Behold, behind me are bullock carts laden with grain and grass! Arno's expression quickly returned to normal, and he spread out his hands to show the ox convoy behind him that was being escorted by the Blanin soldiers. The soldiers, wearing chainmail hats and chainmail and Perland heraldic coats, immediately stood up straight, like vigorous pine trees by the roadside.

"But—but, the four hundred Setirs were far from enough for my uncle's request. Mr. Arnault, please do not embarrass me in making a decision that would be detrimental to our friendship. Yellowbearded Loki's heart suddenly cooled, he wished he hadn't made any previous inquiries about the supplies, he really wanted to slap himself.

"Loki, why are you listening to your uncle so much now? I'm starting to get scared! If you choose to refuse to march, your uncle may not get the gold to follow, and you will be in a dilemma, we are under the threat of war from goblins, lizardmen, and even cave trolls. If we're done with Yafen, you'll be done soon, and don't expect your ridiculous stone dragon, Mountain Rock Pass, to be able to easily stop goblins and lizardmen; Also, if you choose to refuse to march, will your uncle give you a good life when you go back? As a merchant, I understand the thoughts of Monta XII, and I want to take the gold, but I can't think of it, but where in the world is there such a good thing? Arno's smile became unnatural, and he approached Loki and whispered to him. Not to mention the four hundred Setir's food, which is already a lot of money, I can guarantee that your warriors will not starve, and the amount of food your uncle asks for is simply a lion's mouth, and it is unreasonable, but we still do our best to meet his demand. The number on that agreement was just a stopgap measure! ”

Orange Bearded Loki was speechless, his face flushed at what Arno said, he lowered his head and clenched his fists, the two thoughts of the main battle and the main retreat in his mind kept clashing, and finally he finally raised his head, his eyes blazing.

"Arno, you are not only my friend, but also a seasoned businessman. Believe that your words have completely convinced me. Loki the Yellowbeard took out the Hart Hero Axe and lowered it to his chest, "I, Loki the Orangebeard, will use my axe to fulfill the Ain Dynasty's promise to Yafin. ”

A satisfied smile appeared on the one-eyed Arno's face, and the plot was going on exactly like his own choreographer, he took Loki's hand and shook it vigorously, "Alright, alright, don't worry about these girls, join my supply team, and we will go to Yafen together to respond to the mobilization of His Excellency Count Colossius!" Deal with our common enemy! ”