The forces of Coldwind City scolded Victor. Hugo has a lot of them, the old Borg is scolding, and the dwarf artificial head of the forge is also scolding. He was clutching a glass of ale and slamming it on the wooden table, shouting with a clattering sound:

"Our lord is so evil. He was fierce, cruel, ruthless, and the most terrible monarch in the world. Anyone who disobeys Him will die, including you. ”

In front of the wooden table were a dozen stout dwarves with long beards, all glaring angrily at Bruno, who was bragging. They are hill dwarves, enemies of the grey dwarves from the Dark Lands. Neither side looks at it well.

Bruno shook his head and shook his head, his face glowing red. The ale in his cup was a distilled high-grade liquor, and the smell made people dizzy, but this guy had already drunk half a barrel, and his tongue was knotted when he spoke.

Even if he was drunk, Bruno still didn't forget to brag and blow hard.

"No one in Coldwind City will buy your rotten goods, your weapons and armor are all defective, and they are sold so expensive. Who would want it? Your Excellency will definitely not buy it.

The whole Northland is buying the products of Coldwind City, and our goods are good and cheap, and it will not take more than a month from order to delivery. Can you do it? Can't do it! ”

Bruno pointed to the wall next to the table, "Look at the weapons hanging on this wall, these are all built by our forge after two upgrades.

The secret of quenching and annealing, which you regard as a top secret, is not a secret to us at all. Your recipe for adding magic elements is known to all your lords.

The skills you have honed over decades are nothing to mention in the face of high-temperature furnaces and hydro forging machines. Our apprentices can build a masterclass product in just one year, how long do you take?

What's more, your production is too small, it's too little. One day's output in our forge is worth a year for your tribe. How do you fight with us?

The entire Northland weapons and equipment market is occupied by Coldwind City, and you can't beat us at all. So, ah, you all have to die, all starve to death, die poor, hide in the tribe and cry to death! ”

Bruno shouted loudly, and his body shook, and his short figure swooped down, falling under the table. Within seconds, he could be heard snoring below.

The glass of ale had not yet been drunk, and Bruno was brought down when he fell. Liquor spilled from the tabletop, and some of it landed on his face, and this guy also knew to drink it when he opened his mouth, and kept clicking his mouth.

The hill dwarves at the table were silent one by one, angry and sad at each other.

The rise of Coldwind City has had a great impact, not only making the human nobles in the Northland uncomfortable, but also causing different changes in the production and life of other races.

The most obvious is that the price of metal products in the Northland has dropped dramatically, and the heavy-duty wagons of the 'Harmony Chamber of Commerce' have bought indispensable goods to every corner of the Northland.

Among them, weapons and equipment are still secondary, but pots and pans and other living tools are the best.

Before the old Borg had a cauldron in the voodoo swamp, he was considered a local tyrant. Now basically every household in Coldwind City has a complete set of cooking tools. This has made a huge difference in life.

Agriculture in Coldwind City is developing greatly, but there is still not enough food to eat. The sale of metal tools for food became an indispensable trade.

The price of this dumping is that the dwarven tribes of the Northlands, who originally did this business, will immediately be unable to survive.

No matter how hard the dwarves worked, they couldn't bear the three dams and seven hydraulic forging machines of different specifications that Zhou Qingfeng had built in a row.

As Arcie's understanding of machinery became more and more deep, and with the improvement of Zhou Qingfeng's level, heavier spare parts were brought to him, and now the strongest hydraulic forging machine in Fuqiang Ling used a 150-kilogram forging hammer.

Maggie even installed a small hydraulic press out of real-life parts to produce delicate small pieces of metal.

As for metal smelting, there has been a leap forward, and the precise use of trace elements has allowed the forge to produce low-level magic equipment.

The newly built iron-making furnace and coke oven can produce twenty or thirty tons of molten steel per day. Modern technology has allowed Coldwind City to develop by leaps and bounds in the manufacturing industry.

In terms of metal products, both in terms of quality and output, the dwarves have no way to survive.

This situation will get worse over time. Arcie and Sophia are trying to make a low-horsepower steam engine, and the key cylinders and crankshafts can be brought by Zhou Qingfeng from reality.

Even sealing artifacts such as rubber pads can be used directly.

When the steam engine breaks through, let alone the dwarves, the blacksmiths of the entire Faeron will feel threatened.

"Don't try to stump Victor with anything but magic. Your Excellency Hugo. Bruno fell to the ground and muttered, "You don't belong yet, when do you want to?" ”

The hill dwarf turned to stare at Bruno at the bottom of the table, and someone whispered, "Is this bastard really drunk?" It can't be pretended, right? ”

The other dwarf shouted indignantly, "This guy must be scaring us." The gray dwarves are not dwarves, they are in league with the dark elves, and they are very cunning. ”

As soon as he said this, the gray dwarf on the ground did not speak, nor did he smash his mouth, but snoring like thunder. The dozen or so dwarves at the table still had sad faces, facing painful choices.

The dumping of goods in Coldwind City has bankrupted the dwarven tribes of the Northland one by one. This race does not produce anything except mining and iron.

Lord Hugo is open to buying ores, but the income from mining is too low, and the money earned is not enough to buy wine and drink. The dwarves were always in a dilemma, and had to gather and make a request to Coldwind - can they sell less ironware?

Naive!

When Zhou Qingfeng heard this request, he sent the gray dwarf Bruno to talk to several dwarf leaders. He didn't set any demands for negotiations, just let Bruno watch over it.

The Grey Dwarves are cunning and dark-bellied, and when they see the Hill Dwarves, they threaten and bring out the products of their forge to show their distant relatives, telling them that if they do not surrender, they will die.

Obviously he came to talk about business quotas, but he received death threats. The dwarves of the hills are angry and want to go to war. But the bragging Bruno 'drunk' plop down, and they can't deal with a drunk.

On the wall next to the table hung a few swords, axes and armor, all of which showed faint magical fluctuations. This is the effect of the correct doping of trace elements. Either reinforced, or resisted, or sharpened.

It's also easier and more effective to enchant these pieces of equipment again. These weapons are two or three thousand gold coins if you buy one of them, and they can become treasures that can be passed down from low-level nobles for generations.

But this thing is still just an ordinary commodity in Coldwind City, and it is a standard product that can be equipped in large quantities.

The dwarves had visited the infantry regiments of Coldwind during the day, and the Rock Infantry Battalion had just been expanded, and the assault of three hundred hoplites in full gear was extremely intimidating.

Several dwarven leaders used their gaze to convey information at the table, and communicated silently with gestures. Half an hour later, they kicked Bruno, who was drunk and fell to the ground, "Gray dwarf, get up." Don't pretend, we'll talk about it again. ”

Bruno jumped up and scolded angrily: "You are the dwarf, your whole family is short, your whole clan is shorty." Why do you call me a shorty? ”