"Quick! Fast! Get moving, you old things! ”

Inside the Iron Keep, the restlessness was spreading rapidly, and amidst the rude noise of the dwarves, a strange army was gathering in front of the gates of the Sanctuary.

The balding old dwarfs with gray beards carried hammers and power drafts, some of them even carrying their thick-soled wine glasses, while Gortrek and his miner squad were equipped with the best standing weapons in the entire Iron Fort.

At this moment, shouts mixed with rude shouts and curses were echoing in the main entrance hall, although there were only less than three hundred people, but a group of dwarves gathered together shouted out the battle of thousands of troops.

The orcs are ready to smash the iron heads of those creatures without mercy as soon as the tin men try to storm the gates.

Through the screen next to the gate, I saw that those iron bumps covered in pure black were slowly approaching the gate of the iron castle, they were not many in number, and they did not seem to have any decent weapons.

Soon, another team of tracked servants slowly drove out of the side of the mine, and after moving a few iron boxes in front of the iron fort gate, one of the iron lumps led by actually looked up at the observer located in front of the gate.

"Our great master would like to have a conversation with the heir of the King of the Mountain, and if you agree, please take the initiative to get out of the fortress, and our master is always willing to talk."

"If you are willing to join in and participate in the great plan of the Lord, then I can assure you that a new and hopeful situation awaits you."

"As for the small sincerity here, you have at most a day to choose a representative, and please don't let that lord lose patience."

Listening to the mechanical sound gradually coming from the radio, the originally noisy hall was instantly silent, and the old dwarves looked at the iron head on the screen in surprise.

"What!! That thing actually speaks our language? ”

As the words fell, after stacking the iron boxes in place, the strange visitors did not choose to linger too long, and then turned and disappeared into the dark mine tunnel in the distance.

For such a situation, Gotrek couldn't help but mutter, he really couldn't figure out what was going on in these round heads of iron bumps.

Inside the hall, there seemed to be dissatisfaction with the attitude of the iron lumps, and some of the old dwarves were clanging their weapons as a way to express their anger.

"Do those things want us to surrender?"

"Never! We never compromise! ”

While the old dwarfs may sound resolute at the moment, when the miners of Gautrek stepped out of the door to carry the chests into the hall, there was a rich, enticing fruity aroma.

For a while, the old guys who were still shouting that they were going to use an electric drill to open a few big eyes on the butts of those tin men were instantly blocked by the fragrance.

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In a moment, at the urging of Gautrek, his miners struggled to pull away the old fellows gathered in front of the chest, apparently not trusting the iron lumps.

In order to verify what kind of conspiracy there was in this, after driving away the onlookers, he only watched as he raised the spear in his hand and threw it at one of the iron boxes.

In the next second, with the crisp sound of glass shattering, a clear liquid gradually flowed out of the crack, dripping to the ground and tumbling a burst of bubbles, and at the same time, the already sweet smell began to become more intense.

"It's wine!! It's a real fruit wine!! ”

Among the dwarves, I don't know who shouted this, and then it was like a tsunami that made the entire Iron Fort boil.

The situation is beyond the control of Treek, and the rich aroma of wine undoubtedly arouses the primitive desires hidden in the genes of the dwarves.

Right now, any presence that tries to stand in the way of these old dwarves will be dizzy by their heavy wine glasses, and when they can't wait to pry open the other chests, a series of shouts quickly erupt in the hall.

The five-mouthy tin box was full of strong fruit wine, and what was even more surprising was that the bottom of the box was neatly stacked with fanned jerky.

In just a moment, the clansmen, who had been shouting about intransigence, turned to praise the tin bumps in the endless laughter, and this scene looked somewhat like a joke.

- We will never compromise unless there is wine and meat.

Although it is true that Gautrek himself is hungry by the smell, he is not willing to join in anyway, after all, he thinks that he is a tough guy who cherishes dignity, how can he so easily succumb to those invaders who have broken into the territory many times.

But now these old guys are feasting on the supplies sent by the enemy, and in Gotrek's opinion, such behavior is clearly detrimental to the dignity of the dwarf orcs.

Besides, the Tin Men were a little too eccentric, not to mention that they seemed to know the language of the dwarf orcs, and even the name of their legendary ancestor, the King of the Mountains.

Just as Gortrek was still thinking, the old dwarf craftsman in the crowd suddenly stopped him.

"Boy! Why are you still stunned there! If you don't grab it, it's going to be gone! ”

The moment he heard this, he just glared at the old dwarf viciously, and then turned around and left the chaotic hall with a few miners around him, and before leaving, his companions only listened to Gotrek talk to himself.

"A bunch of cowardly soft bones......"

Now, in his opinion, the appearance of those iron men has completely disrupted the original order in the iron castle, breaking the once unchanged life, as the only sober person here, he must not indulge in the hypocrisy and goodwill brought by those iron lumps like those cowards.

He decided that the iron lumps that had been introduced into the mine many times must have some kind of untold conspiracy, and that he would become the existence that pierced the truth.

At that moment, I heard a dwarven miner who was following behind me ask with some uncertainty.

"What now?"

And Gotrek just took the standing spear in his hand.

"Since the other party has sent out an invitation, let's go meet the guy who is on the high."

"But what if this is one of those tin pimple traps?"

In response to such a question, another member of the miner team shook the power hammer in his hand with disdain.

"What are you afraid of! Even if there were a hundred of them, I would be able to smash all those lumps into iron plates! ”

Hearing this, the words of the team members obviously filled Gotrek's heart with confidence.

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However, when Gautrek's team finally managed to reach the surface through the exit at the other end of the Iron Castle, the image in front of him made Gautrek shake, and several of his companions were even more shocked and speechless for a long time.

The moment they walked out of the mine, the army of synths who couldn't see the boundary at a glance as if they had been prepared had already formed a phalanx and waited there.