Before reaching Blackhammer, Grundi imagined what this little northern city would look like, like any other human castle, with brothels and warehouses next to each other, and markets littered with rotting meat and vegetables. The quality of the people was extremely low, and the shouts of fights lingered.

But when he arrived at the castle with the convoy, he found that the situation was completely different from what he had imagined, although it was only a small northern town, but the streets were neat and the market was clean and orderly, compared to the capital city of Kislev.

Moreover, the scale is also much larger than he imagined. There are no outer walls, which means that most of the buildings are actually outside the walls, and the houses are scattered like a carpet on the perimeter of the main castle. A makeshift checkpoint is set up on the way into the city, and a dozen or so guards are in charge of the order, wearing ordinary leather armor and carrying dwarven-specific shotguns on their backs. Moreover, it can be seen from their friendly eyes that the civil-military relations here are not hostile, on the contrary, these soldiers have friendships with many civilians. Predictably, they were also selected from among the civilian population.

"Friend, you go over there to register first, I'll unload the goods, and I'll take you to Ironforge and the Blacksmiths' Guild when I turn around. The dwarves you're looking for are inside. ”

The merchant who had brought Grundi to Blackhammer Castle said loudly.

"What?

Grondi jumped out of the carriage, patted the dust off his body, and looked at the convoy merchant with a bewildered expression.

"Well, yes, all outsiders to Blackhammer have to register, that's the rule here. In order to better manage, Lord Rhodes means that you will only know your original occupation and identity after registration, so that you can better arrange a job. ”

The merchant smiled and replied, "Alright, I'll go to the city first, and wait for me at the intersection when you're ready." ”

"Hey, wait, you haven't told me where the intersection is?"

"Follow the road, cross the bridge, and you're there. There are theaters and stadiums, it's easy to find, you can't just ask a passerby, everyone here knows it. ”

As he spoke, the merchant drove his carriage down another passage into the city. Not far in front of him was the busy town.

"Doesn't he have to register for inspection?"

Reluctantly, Grundi walked up to the guards and threw his equipment on the ground.

"He's an old vendor here, and he's exempt from inspection. ”

The guard replied and began to inspect Grondi's equipment.

"Exemption privileges?"

"Hmm. Brandt has been doing business here for many years and has never been found to have a problem, and then our lord gave him the privilege to pass the customs without inspection, saving time. ”

"And this kind of lord......"

Grundi muttered to himself. He really couldn't imagine what kind of person the Lord of Rhodes was in everyone's mouths. Many dwarves have come to live here, and none of the problems that were common in human society seem to be a problem here.

"Name, where does it come from?"

After checking the luggage, the guard asked routinely.

"Grondi, Grondi Brass Axe. From the Deep Iron Fortress. Grondi frowned, "But you don't have to register that place, because it's gone now." ”

"Gone?"

The guard asked, puzzled.

"Well, the Greenskins have invaded us, and my fortress has fallen. That's why I'm here. Grondi said, sullenly retrieving his shield and axe, "Alright, the town square is going along this road, right?"

"Well, if you still have the money, you can find a tavern to stay in for one night, and the clerk will arrange a job for you shortly. ”

The guards returned. 16

"Forget it, I'll find it myself. ”

With that, Grondi walked straight to the center of town.

"Watch him well, remember to go back and ask Brandt if this guy went to the blacksmiths' union. ”

After Grundy left, the two guards whispered.

......

Rhodes has been preoccupied lately and has been having trouble sleeping. Iago's divination skills followed, but he hadn't seen a single episode of the Greenskins since that invasion. Instead, I saw other fragments that seemed to be more distant - the guards on the Great Wall, the iron horsemen on the steppe, the devils in the Shadowlands, and so on. Divination is not such a reliable thing in the first place, and Rhodes knows this, but since some of them have been proven to be facts, then other fragments are also very likely to be facts. Just greenskins......

The fear soon became a reality. A few days later, Alves knocked on the door of Rhodes' office, saying that he had found a dwarven refugee from the south......

When Rhodes invited him in, the wounds on the other man's face and body had not yet healed, and the dwarf's face could be seen covered with scars, and his thick arms were also scarred. A deep gash even runs from the forehead to the chin, forming a terrifying half-moon shape. At first glance, more butchers than butchers. However, judging by his appearance, he is not a butcher.

"Grondi Brass Axe, that's his name. Also, he came from the south and came here via the city of Kislev. For the rest, you can get to know him. ”

Alves said, turning to leave.

"You stay, let's hear what's going on. ”

Alves was just about to leave when he was stopped by Rod. This kind of thing is not a secret, so Rod asked Alves to sit in on the hearing, so that they could discuss countermeasures together. After years of cooperation, the little dwarf has become his own brain. Rhodes even thought that if there were more people like Alves, he could set up a think tank. When we encounter something, we discuss it together, and we can always come up with some surprising strategies under brainstorming.

"Honorable Lord of Blackhammer Castle and King of the White Bear......"

"Okay, without further ado, tell me what happened to your homeland?"

The dwarf was about to speak, but was interrupted by Rod. This really surprised Grondi, it seemed that the Lord of Rhodes was a doer and didn't like to beat around the bush.

"Ha, I like lords like you. Grondi said, stepping forward, grabbing the glass on the table, and unceremoniously pouring himself a glass of vodka. He'd drunk it on his way here, and it tasted pretty good. A fight with the spirits made by the dwarves.

"My home was destroyed three months ago, a group of ...... No, it was a horde of greenskins that stormed my fortress and destroyed my home. ”

"How many of them are there?"

Rod got up seriously and asked.

"It's endless. I can't put it into a specific number because I can't see exactly how many of them there are. You know, I was buried alive. ”

Grondi said with some resentment. He poured another bottle of wine, which spilled down his beard. Alves wanted to stop it, but was stopped by Rhodes.

"Do you see the leader of this greenskinned army?"

Rod continued to ask. Combined with the previous prediction of the soothsayer Iago, coupled with the arrival of the dwarven refugees, Rhodes guessed that there was a chance that Ironhide was really coming. This thing is not a simple orc, it is the most powerful orc in history, cutting the sky and the earth, and the eternal divine choice is not in his eyes......

"I'm not sure if I'm looking at the leader of the Greenskins, but that guy is definitely the most formidable opponent I've ever seen. You can't imagine how he kills......"

Grondi drank the vodka from the bottle, and his eyes melancholy recalled the terrible past—

"That black-and-green-skinned guy cut us all down by himself, and his tomahawk was full of flesh and blood, and our armor and shields were so strong, but in front of him, like glass, shattered to slag. Everyone, they couldn't withstand his axe, and my companion was even split in half by his axe, you know, all of them were wearing armor and shields. ”

After listening, Rod only felt that his heart sank, he was really born in troubled times, and he couldn't hide from his fate......