Warhammer Wizard

Rennes returned to the chamber under the guidance of the dwarven guards.

The three dwarf kings were not seated. They stood side by side in the middle of the hall to welcome Ren's arrival. Magna said quietly: "Your Excellency, we have agreed to your request."

A faint smile appeared on Ren's face.

He seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, and reached out and nodded: "Your Majesty is wise. I wish us a happy cooperation."

Snapped!

Two equally powerful hands are held together.

"I wish us a happy cooperation." Magna felt a powerful force, a strange color flashed in his eyes, looked up at the tall young man in front of him, and said in surprise: "You don't seem to be surprised that we will agree?"

Renn smiled, "This is a win-win deal. Your Majesty has no reason to refuse."

His words saved face to the dwarf king.

In fact, Renne knew that the dwarves had no choice. The other party completely fell into his own rhythm during the discussion just now, and asked step by step, from the less important to the most important, the dwarf agreed to the previous request, and there was no way to turn back later.

This is a very simple sausage-cutting tactic. There is nothing new to say. The most important thing is that you are Party A and have the initiative.

The chip gap between the two sides is too great, and they are not equal at all.

Ren knew that if he was more cruel and made more demanding requirements, such as increasing the dwarven army to 10,000, or reducing the construction remuneration to 30%, or even free, the dwarves might agree.

Just considering that everyone will cooperate in the future, he did not try to squeeze the dwarf.

Magna actually knew this very well, and could not help sighing: "Your Excellency Earl is the most outstanding young man I have ever seen. This is the era of mankind. There are many heroes among human beings, but like your Excellency Earl, I still Seen for the first time."

"Your Majesty has praised." Renn said modestly.

Dan* iron hand curled his lips next to him, and turned his head depressed, unwilling to see Ren Chunfeng's triumphant appearance.

He is the youngest of the three kings. He has been promoted to the King of the Hill before the age of two hundred, and he has ascended to the throne of the king. He is the most talented figure of the dwarf race for hundreds of years. He is young, vigorous, and aggressive. Today, I felt ashamed here in Rennes, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Renn knew Dann's mind so clearly that he just pretended not to see it.

Magna said: "Your Excellency, please stay in the lava fort tonight. I will let Brestein draw up the contract. Please have a look. Tomorrow, we will hold a ceremony in the king’s palace. Next, sign the contract."

"Listen to your Majesty's arrangement." Renn promised, giving the other side a lot of face.

This cooperation is related to the future of the whole clan. Naturally, it cannot be rash, and it cannot be signed privately by a few people. Only by making it a little grandiose can the dwarves pay attention to it.

Magna was also very happy to see Renn's cooperation.

He called the king's guard and sent Rennes to the best hotel in the lava castle, a magnificent building not far from the king's palace.

Before leaving the chamber, Renn glanced at Thorglin.

The highest-ranking and strongest King of the High Mountains, he remained silent most of the time today, and he didn't say a word even after he came in. Seeing a haze shrouded in his heart, the Eye of Soul seemed to be worried about something, not as happy as King Magna.

Renn shook his head secretly, hoping that there would be no more waves.

Rest for a long time.

In the evening, Rennes was invited to the dwarf palace in Lava Fort. Magna held a grand banquet for him. All three kings attended. The upper-level figures of the lava castle, guild leaders, rune masters, and nobles were also invited to attend.

The banquet of the dwarves is very different from the banquet of humans.

To describe it in one word, that is bold and unrestrained!

The dwarf party has only one theme: drinking. Barrels of fine wine were brought up. Everyone was holding a metal wine glass as big as his head, accompanied by various beast meats roasted golden, drinking and eating meat, and the inside and outside of the palace filled with the smell of wine and meat.

Some dwarves drank their heads and couldn't help singing and dancing.

There are also some brave and fierce dwarves, because they have disputes over the amount of alcohol, they simply took off their clothes and armor and fought with each other and spoke with their fists.

The winner won a full house of applause, and the loser can only immerse himself in drinking.

Ren was also infected by this atmosphere. Under the enthusiastic invitation of the dwarves, he drank a few large glasses of wine, watched a few battles, left his mind empty, temporarily put everything aside, and felt the long-lost relaxation.

Because of the will to truth, he will never get drunk, only slightly drunk.

"Your Excellency Earl."

King Dan* of Dufeng came over with the wine glass in his iron hand, touched Renn, raised his head and drank it, the liquor dripped from his black beard, his chest wet.

He pointed to the extreme fighters standing around the palace and said, "Don't let your barbarian warriors join in?"

The two teams of extreme fighters stood motionless like statues.

From the beginning of the banquet, dwarves have been inviting them to drink and eat meat, but the Ultimate Warrior did not respond, and the dwarves could only give up.

Now Dan* Iron Hand is here to invite again, obviously not giving up.

Ryan replied with a toast, seeing that Dane was innocent, and the Extreme Soldier had stood for two or three hours, and it was time to take a break. The personality of the Makulag is actually similar to that of the dwarf. He likes this kind of occasion of drinking dadan. Although the extreme fighters don't say it, he also feels the symbiosis.

"I thank your Majesty Dan for the extreme fighters for his hospitality." Ren said and waved to that side.

The extreme fighters get the order.

One team continues to stand guard, one team joins the banquet, and rotates later. Twelve extreme fighters walked into the banquet. They hung their explosive guns around their waists and took off their helmets.

The dwarves stopped and finally saw the appearance of the ultimate fighter.

"It turns out to be a barbarian!"

"It seems to be a Makurag barbarian, I have seen it before." A dwarf said in surprise: "But no matter how tall they have grown, they are almost twice as tall as I am!"

After a while of surprise, the dwarves gathered around the extreme fighters and desperately persuaded them to drink.

The barbarians did not refuse to come, and soon became one.

"Let's fight!"

After a few glasses of beer, the dwarf immediately challenged the extreme fighters. The fighting described by the dwarves cannot use spells or combat skills. Taking off the weapon and armor, you can only fight with pure physical strength, but you can use close skills.

The challenged extreme fighter looked at the original body, and Ren nodded slightly in agreement.

"it is good!"

The Ultimate Warrior responded loudly and stood up.

He is one of the two captains leading the team this time. His name is "Ubman". He is one of the first thirteen extreme fighters to follow Rennes. His qualifications and strength are first-class among the extreme fighters. En was appointed as the captain.

Ubman took off his heavy armor and handed it to his team.

Soon there was only a pair of tough trousers on his body, exposing explosively strong muscles, his chest was as wide as a wall, his limbs were like pillars, and his skin reflected a strange metal-like luster, as if his whole body was made of metal. Full of terrifying power.

Seeing Ubman's body, the dwarves couldn't help taking a breath.

The faces of the three kings also changed slightly.

They are the kings of the hills, their vision and experience are far beyond ordinary people, and they immediately perceive the terrifying aspects of extreme fighters, which are by no means comparable to ordinary legendary dwarf fighters.

Ubman walked to the middle of the banquet hall.

His opponent was a legendary wildhammer warrior who was already half drunk, but when he saw Ubman's size, he immediately became sober and regretted in his heart.

However, the dwarf's pride does not allow him to be timid.

"begin!"

With a loud shout, the Wildhammer warrior roared and rushed towards the opponent with his fists.

boom!

The dwarf flew back at a faster speed, knocking down a large crowd of onlookers, tables and chairs, and suddenly turning over, a mess.

Ubman stood on the field and retracted his fist.

He solved the battle with just one punch.

Although all the dwarves who watched the game had expected this result, it was still unbelievable to see Ubman win so easily. The Wildhammer warrior stood up, vomiting blood in his mouth, and yelled: "I admit defeat! Mahal is on, this guy is too hard..."

Ubman looked around with his drunkenness, and said loudly, "Or who?"

The banquet hall was quiet for a few seconds.

"I'll challenge you!"

A legendary middle-level dwarf took off his armor, stepped forward bravely, and then was blown away with a punch. He hit Ubman on the waist before the defeat, leaving only a faint fist mark, and the dwarves watched the fist mark disappear between a few breaths.

"I'll try..." Another dwarf challenged.

Ubman did not refuse to come, defeating opponents one by one, basically all ended with one punch.

This made the dwarves a little unbelievable, and finally a legendary high-level dwarf made a draw, and Ubman was tied. Ubman got Rehn's instruction and used this step to end.

Bang bang bang...

There was thunderous applause in the banquet hall, and Ubman was recognized by the dwarves.

Dan* Iron Hand watched the slow battle in Ubud intently throughout the whole process, and he took his gaze back until Ubud Man put on his armor again.

"Your Excellency Earl." Dann's eyes were full of curiosity. He looked at Renn, who was sitting steadily, and couldn't help asking: "How did the extreme fighters be trained? Each of your extreme fighters has such a powerful force. Strength?"

Ren laughed without saying a word.

The extreme fighters are their own symbiosis, the stronger the original body, the strength of the symbiosis will increase with the tide.

After they entered the legend, the power gain from the original body became smaller and smaller, and the promotion became more and more difficult. At present, only the captain-level extreme fighters have reached the legendary intermediate level, and the rest are still the legendary elementary level.

However, even if the increase is reduced, the original body is too strong.

Ren has fourteen strengths, a titanium body and six lightning bodies, which are all inherited by the extreme fighters.

Even a small part is enough to create a powerful extreme fighter. Most of the twenty-plus extreme fighter captains and company commanders have reached the legendary intermediate level, possessing eleventh-level strength, and ordinary extreme fighters also have tenth-level strength, and their defense is comparable to a three-level steel body.

Ubman is one of them. His power is only one level short of being promoted to the legendary element. His defense is terribly strong. Those dwarf warriors are naturally not opponents.

He was still merciful when he knocked down one with a punch.

Seeing that Renn refused to say it, Dan* Iron Hand was useless no matter how curious, he only had to write the word envy on his face. Dwarves are not afraid of challenges. Although they know they are not the opponents of Extreme Warriors, they are still eager to try, but they have changed their goals to challenge other Extreme Warriors.

The result is still more losses than less.

The strength of ordinary extreme fighters is only slightly worse than that of Ubman. They have too much advantage to compete with Roubo, and they can easily defeat the legendary mid-level dwarf fighters.

However, the dwarves have become more courageous as they fought, and they have never been discouraged.

Rennes admired the courage of the dwarves.

The banquet did not end until late at night, and the two sides had become one.

In the morning of the next day, Wren entered the Chamber again, and King Magna handed in a contract written in Dwarven and Imperial languages. He read it many times, and it was exactly the same as the terms negotiated yesterday, and there were no loopholes in the terms, so he nodded to confirm.

"We will hold the signing ceremony soon, what do you think of the count?" Magner asked.

"can."

At noon, many dwarves gathered in the king's palace in the lava castle.

Accompanied by King Magna, Wren entered the palace from the main entrance and saw many dwarves with white and black beards. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The dwarf clans of the three kingdoms have obvious differences in appearance. The biggest feature is the different color of the beard and hair. The beards of the dwarves of the Alpine Kingdom are mainly white, and some are gray; the dwarves of the Dufeng Kingdom are mostly black beards; the beards of the dwarves of the lava castle are more messy, such as fire red, brown, bronze and so on.

In addition, the beard decorations of different dwarven clans are different.

Renn's gaze swept over the dwarves sitting on either side of the palace. They were sitting on a row of stone chairs higher than a row with their backs against the stone statues of the dwarven heroes.

These hundreds of dwarves are almost legendary, and 70% of them are warriors, steel shield guards, wildhammer warriors and the most powerful butcher.

The remaining 30% are mages, priests, hunters and musketeers.

Among them are several powerful hill kings!

The eyes of all the dwarves focused on Ren, so many legends, even Ren felt a little pressure. He keenly sensed a ray of extremely hidden hostility, immediately opened the eyes of the soul and found the source of the hostility.

It was a strong dwarf with a gray beard like steel.

He was about three hundred years old, wearing a delicate and heavy armor, showing the breath of a huge thunder and lightning rune, sitting there like a mountain, the dwarves around him faintly awed him, and subconsciously stayed away.

The dwarf didn't wear a helmet, showing a rough face, with a trace of enthusiasm in his calmness.

When Renn looked over, the dwarf stared at him for a few seconds before turning his head blankly, looking at Thorgrin sitting on the throne, and the color of his soul changed quickly.

Without being introduced by others, Ren knew that this was Kstakin*Ironbeard, and this guy had actually come.

He couldn't help thinking that today's signing ceremony might not go smoothly.