"This ......"

Atlin hesitated, the dwarves were hot-tempered, but they were a very hospitable race, and they were very upright.

It was a little unpleasant for Beowulf to wait in the snow and ice, but the Copperbeard Fort could not be brought in without the king's permission.

"If you don't come back and forth for a long time, we can wait here for a while, after all, whether this deal works out or not is a big stake for me. Beowulf continued.

"It won't be long, but you may have to wait here all night. Atlin nodded, apologetically.

"It's okay, we're here waiting for your good news, these spirits are my gift to you. ”

Beowulf hastened to reply, no matter what, whether or not he can get the help of the dwarves is too important for the Iron Fang.

Now is not the era of the rampant of all races in ancient times.

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards behind him immediately understood, and took off the wine pouches from their waists, as long as they had not been drunk, they were handed to the more than forty dwarves.

They don't lack spirits under Jason's special treatment, whether it's for heating or treating wounds.

But these dwarves were different, their eyes were straight when they saw this scene, but except for Cell, the other dwarves were a little hesitant, and did not reach out to take the wine bag, but looked at Atlin.

As for Cell, he laughed, patted the guard on the shoulder, said that you will be my friend in the future, and then pulled out the cork and poured a sip of wine.

It's just that the degree of this distilled spirit is a bit high, and he choked on the first sip.

"Ahem, ahem, okay...... Good wine!"

Cell's face flushed and he yelled in embarrassment, which was exchanged for a good-natured laugh from many dwarves.

With him taking the lead, the rest of the dwarves put down their reserves, took the wine bags from the guards' hands, and said thank you before pulling out the cork and pouring it out.

He said that he was very satisfied with this gift, and I have to say that the customs of the dwarves are really a bit rough, which makes those nobles laugh at it for fear that they will laugh at it.

Because the etiquette of the human nobles is actually transformed from the side of the elves.

"By the way, my friend, you just said that there is another of our compatriots in your fortress?"

Atlin glanced at his young juniors helplessly, and then also picked up the wine bag and took a sip, and then couldn't help but his eyes lit up, he had lived for more than a hundred years, and it was the first time he had drunk such a strong wine.

The lifespan of dwarves is generally about two hundred years, and those who are strong are not counted in it.

The normal life expectancy of human beings is about 90 years old, but due to war and sanitary conditions, their average life expectancy is generally around 40 or 50 years old.

Fortunately, the speed of human reproduction is really terrifying compared to other races, so they are still the most numerous races on the continent.

"Yes, his name is Rodney Hammer, but strangely he's a little taller than me. ”

Beowulf hastened to explain that he was afraid that the dwarves would think Rodney was a fake and would become resistant to them.

But what he didn't expect was that Atlin actually had a group of pupils, but he didn't continue to say anything on this topic, and told Sail and them to treat Beowulf and them well, and then left here in a hurry with a few dwarven warriors.

It's just that just now his expression and eyes were all taken into Beowulf's eyes, and then he silently remembered this in his heart.

His instincts told him that Rodney seemed to have a different meaning to these dwarves, so he regretted telling it a little.

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On the other side, the dwarven elder Atlin and several dwarven warriors hurried through the snow, and that evening they came to a small hill.

They first looked around vigilantly, then came to a boulder and tapped it lightly according to a pattern.

Soon the boulder rumbled away, revealing a man-high hole, and two dwarven warriors inside watched the cave warily, relieved to see that it was Atlin.

"Elder Atlin, why are you back?" one of the strong dwarves who looked like the leader of the squad asked a little confused, shouldn't they be staying there in the forbidden place at this time?

Could it be that there was some accident in the forbidden land? Thinking of this, his face changed, he didn't know what exactly was in the forbidden land, but he grew up listening to the importance of the forbidden land.

There is the reason for the existence of the Copperbeard tribe.

"I have an urgent need to see the king. ”

Instead of trying to mess with him, Atlin took two wine bags from his waist and threw them at him, then hurried down the cave.

Only one dwarven warrior was left to explain to them why he suddenly returned, the gatekeepers can't be fooled around, don't look at them as young and their apparent status in the clan is not high, but the two gatekeepers of each generation are the top ten masters of the Copperbeard tribe.

As a dwarven elder, Atlin, the great master in charge of garrisoning the forbidden land, did not dare to say that he could win against one of them.

In fact, the lowest strength of the ten elders in the Copperbeard clan is at the level of the Great Knight, and Atlin's strength is the peak of the Great Knight.

The strength of the Great Elder and the King is very close to that of Beowulf.

Looking at Atlin's hurried back, the gatekeeper did not ask, but picked up the wine bag in his hand suspiciously, and a strong aroma of wine wafted into his nose.

Their eyes widened in an instant.

"You're saying that the humans want to use this liquor to make a deal with our Copperbeard Clan?"

In the royal palace of Copperbeard Castle, the king of Copperbeard Castle and ten elders gathered here, each of them with a wine bag in front of him.

"Yes, king. Atling nodded quickly.

"Did he say what the deal was?" asked the dwarven king, dressed in golden armor, brushing his beard with some interest.

"This ......"

Atlin's expression was a little embarrassed, he was really in a hurry at the time, so he forgot about it.

The Great Elder sitting on the other side shook his head a little speechlessly, he was used to the rough lines of his brother, so he looked at the king sitting on the throne and said, "King, since they can take out the liquor to trade with us, does it mean that they can also take out the grain to trade with us?"

As his words fell, the dwarven king sitting on the throne couldn't help but clench his cherished beard.