The dwarves who once dominated the continent have long lost their prestige, and scattered clansmen live in the corners of the continent.

Because the strength of the race has long been decayed, the dwarves who have mastered advanced forging technology have become the target of some races and human empires.

But how could the forging technology that the dwarves regarded as the root of their life fall into other races, then wouldn't they become sinners of the dwarf race?

And if they hand over the forging technology, will it be possible for the dwarven race to continue to survive if they have lost their usefulness? You must know that they were once a terrifying clan, who can guarantee that they will not rise again in the future?

So once they hand over the forging technology, they have no value to continue to exist.

This forced them to hide everywhere, clutching this talisman and going into exile on the mainland.

Even so, their people are getting fewer and fewer, and even in the last few hundred years, the mainland has lost news of them.

The Copperbeard tribe, on the other hand, is a race that has been living on the ice fields, so the impact is not severe, but even then they have abandoned the above-ground city where their ancestors lived and moved to the underground cavern, where they have rebuilt a new city.

"We have come to the Northern Ice Fields for its abundant mineral veins and to build outposts to defend against the barbarian invasions. Beowulf felt that meeting these dwarves might be an opportunity for him.

The Icefield Outpost Fortress is far away from the Human Kingdom, and it would take more than a month to reach the nearest Iron Fang Territory, even if you are fast.

If he could convince this group of dwarves and exchange them for their help, it might work, because the materials in the northern ice fields were too scarce, such as the dwarves' favorite liquor, and his tone was rarely softer when he thought of this.

"I see. ”

Atlin immediately believed it, he nodded, and then solemnly admonished Beowulf: "I hope you and your army do not come near here, and do not covet the secrets in this forbidden land, this is the former covenant between our two clans. ”

His voice was deliberative, the Copperbeard tribe was small enough, and he didn't want to offend a human force and cause disaster to his tribe.

And the dwarves are not hostile to humans, because the decline of the dwarves is not their cause, and humans are at best not helping the dwarves when they are in trouble.

"Of course, it's too dangerous here, and I won't let my soldiers play with their lives. Beowulf nodded, sensing Atlin's kindness as well.

Or rather, fear.

"Because the dwarves have long since escaped from the world, we will not leave you as a guest, I hope you can keep what you see and hear today, I am grateful to you on behalf of the dwarves. Atlin hesitated, then said with some embarrassment.

He had been observing Beowulf's expression as he spoke, he was afraid that his attitude would offend the Terran powerhouse, but he didn't lie, for safety, the dwarves had indeed been in hiding for a long time.

If it weren't for the importance of this forbidden place, they wouldn't have been able to leave Copperbeard Fort and come to the cold ground.

"Wait a minute. ”

Beowulf hurriedly said that if he left like this, he didn't know if he would be able to find this group of dwarves, after all, it was a coincidence that he was able to meet them this time.

"Is there anything else you can do?"

Atlin looked at him slightly, he was ready for a massive hemorrhage, so he gave them some of the ore he treasured and the few weapons he had built before.

Now the dwarves can only take out these things.

"I'm interested in making a deal with my dwarven friends, I wonder if you can call the shots?" Beowulf said, tossing a wine bag from his waist to Atlin.

"For example, I can use this to make some deals with you, and you don't have to worry about causing trouble to the dwarves, after all, this is still far from human society, and my lord is not hostile to other races, and there is even a dwarf in my camp, although he doesn't look like a dwarf. ”

The sac he was carrying was from a guard, it was used to treat wounds and keep warm, and Jason made it by distillation, which was a bit small, but considering the climate in the north, he had a lot of supplies sent by the delivery team.

"It's wine?!"

Atlin caught the sac with some confusion, and after pulling out the cork, he was not calm for a moment, he shouted with some excitement, and couldn't help but lick his lips, but he resisted his desire to take a sip.

Because it's not his thing.

"I guess the dwarves living on the ice fields don't have that much food to make wine, right?"

Beowulf asked with a smile, although it was a question, but his tone was very sure, because the previous Iron Tooth Collar did not dare to use grain to make wine, let alone the dwarves who had always lived here.

Unless they want to starve their own people.

"Yes, you're right. ”

Stuffing the sac with difficulty, Atlin moved his gaze back to Beowulf, and although several dwarves around him pretended to be indifferent, they couldn't help but frequently sweep the gaze of Atlin's hand and betrayed them.

"I have to say, you did impress me, the dwarves love ore and spirits the most, but because of the north, the production of spirits in our clan is too low, so we can only take a little to celebrate when there is a celebration. He said with a wry smile.

Although the dwarves, with their deep heritage and ability to look at it with common sense, have cultivated a food crop that can be grown near the underground Copperbeard Fort, the yield is pitiful.

A year's production is not enough for them to make a single barrel of wine.

Therefore, the dwarves can only hold a small pitiful cup to satisfy their hunger at the celebration.

Even ordinary dwarves don't have a chance to taste it, which seems to be a torture for the dwarves who are addicted to alcohol.

"So can we make a deal with this?" Beowulf asked expectantly, obviously not much for sure, because no matter how much the dwarf was a drunkard, it was something outside of his body after all.

"It's not for me to decide, I hope you can let me go back to Copperbeard Fort and ask our king. ”

Atlin apologized for his temper and thoughtfulness, which was rare among grumpy dwarves.

"That's as it should be, so we're here waiting for your response?"

Beowulf said this sentence is a little cautious, if this dwarven elder asked him to wait here, it means that the dwarven residence is not far from here.