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Chapter 502 Belvan's Idea (Two in One)

The lover didn't understand Maxwell, but she was considerate enough, and Maxwell got enough comfort from her, and immediately regained his decadent fighting spirit.

Even though the royal family did not pay much attention to the threat from the dwarves, and the nobles and gentry in the territory did not believe that there would be a war, Maxwell did not give up because of this.

The old earl first levied an emergency tax increase, then dismissed the remaining bards in the mansion, and recruited more young men to join the army, and borrowed money from businessmen to build border defenses. The size of the opposition can be said to be difficult, but he still stubbornly and stubbornly prepares for the battle.

During this time, Maxwell wrote no less than ten letters and sent them to Wangcheng. The contents of the letters were nothing more than beware of dwarves, asking for assistance, sending soldiers, etc., but without exception, they did not get any response from the king. These dozens of letters brought Maxwell only a box of copper coins from the Minister of Finance.

"That's an old mule!"

"No one can persuade him, unless the gods appear before him."

"Nakbet quickly let him go to the Great Plains, there is no place for such a 'hero' here."

Due to Maxwell's persistence, the opposition of the nobles and gentry in the territory gradually turned into insults, but the old earl didn't care, and he still went his own way.

Those nobles and squires didn't know that Maxwell, more than anyone, wanted war to break out.

And once a war breaks out, he must be prepared to win.

This feeling was also reflected in the sacrifice of the old earl,
In the morning, he begged Skadi, who had always believed in it, that the war should not happen, and at night, he begged to the god of victory, Leon Deos, that after the war happened, Golan must be victorious.

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Under the iron fist of Kraft VI, Karl Londe gradually restored the old order from the influence of the riots, and the Gold and Silver Clan was temporarily suppressed, and it seemed that everything had returned to calm.

However, the dwarf king knew that this calm would not last long. In a few years, Calrond would be in turmoil again. The dissatisfaction of the people was not eliminated, but suppressed. There is no guarantee that the next uprising in the kingdom will be successfully suppressed.

As a result, Kraft VI vigorously promoted the policy of applying steam technology to the military. Craftsmen who studied steam trains, steamboats, bed crossbows, battering rams, etc. all received his strong support, and even the whimsical steam engine A, have received a new reward.

Belvan saw all this in his eyes. In recent days, he had heard the word "Helong Mountains" from the king many times.

From this, the scholar understood that Kafu VI was eager to get rid of the name of a tyrant, and his method was to attack the Golan Kingdom and regain the Helong Mountains.

Belvan is very entangled in this matter. Scholars have always been keen on peace. He does not want war to break out, but as a dwarf, he knows how important the Heron Mountains are to dwarves. At the same time, he also hopes to return the Heron Mountains to Cal In Lund's arms.

But no matter what Belvan thinks, war or not has nothing to do with him.

He is still studying the way of divine creation, and in order to prepare for the war, Kaifu VI began to try to use the way of divine creation in military affairs. The king informed the clans close to the royal family in the gold and silver clan about the way of divine creation. Among them, the loyal and skilled fighters were selected to perform the promotion ceremony, and Kraft VI himself, with the assistance of scholars, chose his own path of divine creation and entered the first rank.

Belvan saw King Kraft VI's actions on the war, and for some reason, he felt deeply worried.

"Don't worry, teacher, we will not fail, the Helong Mountains are destined to belong to the dwarves."

Prince Mulla comforted Belfan.

"You are so sure, but what are the words of mortals? Which god will come out and tell us that the Helong Mountains belong to us?"

Belvan sighed.

Prince Mula frowned. Under the influence of his father, the heir to the kingdom also began to believe that the recovery of the Helong Mountains was inevitable.

"Teacher, what are you worried about? Only those cowardly true believers will worry about the coming of war. Could it be that you are such a true believer?"

Belvan looked at Prince Mulla,

"I am a dwarf, a dwarf who worships Heris and his father, not a true believer."

Prince Mulla said:
"Then don't worry about it. Trust your father, he can control all situations. Teacher, don't worry unless you become a true believer."

Belvan sighed deeply after hearing this,

"Mula, I'm not a true believer, but I still have to worry, because no one can guarantee that we will win. If we fail, what will we experience..."

Speaking of this, Belfan saw that Prince Mulla frowned tightly, as if he couldn't agree with him. He suddenly felt that he couldn't change Mulla's thoughts, so he said:
"Forget it, let's stop the topic here."

Prince Mulla nodded at this moment, and then slowly exited the study.

The elf scholar who was writing the manuscript in the study witnessed the whole process, he raised his face and said:

"It's okay. My students often can't understand my thoughts. Sometimes, I feel that only the Lord can understand my thoughts."

Belvan sat down slowly, nodded and said:
"Exactly, I have a similar mood."

The elf scholar and Belvan continued to chat along this topic,

"Belvan, I remember that you once went to Deschanel for further study. If that prince also went to Deschanel, he might understand your thoughts better."

Belvan thought for a while, and said with some deep conviction:

"Besides the gods, the environment shapes people the most."

The elf scholar chewed on Belvan's words, and then asked casually:

"The environment can shape a person the most... This really makes sense. After all, in that environment, why didn't you become a true believer?"

Belvan thought for a while, pondered over his wording, recalled the past, and said:

"Actually... I have been tempted a few times, but I haven't. After thinking about it, I think their beliefs are not suitable for me. You should know that the true church came from the Prophet Norn, so Most of the true believers are slaves, and it is said that the Prophet Norn treated them better than himself, and the successors of the prophet have inherited this, and asked other true believers to do the same. What is that sentence? , yes, 'We are all children of God.'

Can you imagine how eerie that statement sounded to me?I come from the gold and silver clan, so are those who wash my feet also sons of God?To those who plow for me are also sons of God?And those despicable wanderers, they do a lot of evil, some even commit all kinds of evil, are they also the sons of God?

There are beauty and ugliness in the world, high and low, and rich and poor. I will sympathize with people who are lower than me, poorer than me, and uglier than me, but I want to love them like true believers, oh no, I can't do it, and I tend to stay away from it.

If the Lord wants me to, why doesn't He make all men alike?Just as beautiful, just as rich, just as noble, just as healthy, just as minded, if so, then I'll love everyone. "

When he said this, Belvan paused, and after thinking about it, he continued:
"The ideas of true believers don't suit me. By the way, they also regard the gods we worship day and night as the sons of gods who are equal to themselves. That's too absurd and incredible.

For me, everything in this world has order and rules, just like sowing beans and sowing melons, melons reap melons, there is no order, there is no place without rules, people's beauty and ugliness, high and low, rich and poor , is a kind of order and law, and the actions of true believers are undoubtedly ignoring this order and law. I like their stories and agree with some of their scriptures. I even shed tears for what happened to the prophets, but their ideas are different. Works for me, never will. "

Undoubtedly, what Belvan said was from the heart. The old elf scholar wanted to say something at the beginning, but when he heard it later, he couldn't refute it.

"It seems that there is always a gap between people. What you think is absurd is justified to me."

After thinking about it, the elf scholar said slowly.

Belvan smiled bitterly,
"Yeah, the estrangement is often painful, like Mulla can't understand my mind right now.

I remember that in the mythology of the true church, the Lord, that is, the father of Herris, once saved the world. If you ask me, that kind of salvation is too incomplete. The real salvation should eliminate all barriers in the world and make everyone the same , are all carved out of the same mold. "

The elf scholar smiled cheerfully,

"You put academic rigor into reality."

Belvan nodded. Scholars who like to delve into things like him, and are sometimes impatient, often like to be meticulous and like everything to be arranged according to the established rules. If there is a little deviation, they will feel very uncomfortable.

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As the scouts who went deep into the dwarven kingdom brought back more and more news, Maxwell became more and more convinced that the dwarves were about to launch an invasion of the Helong Mountains.

"Dwarf armor, weapons...all are far superior to ours, and those difficult giants...Artisan Heris, why did you create this race."

Looking at the map of the Helong Mountains in front of him, Maxwell could not help but sigh.

Even though the situation was unfavorable, the old earl was not addicted to complaining. In order to cope with the upcoming offensive, Maxwell deliberately recruited a few orcs who still lived in the Helong Mountain Range. The owner of the Long Mountains, and repelled the actions of the dwarves to regain their lost land several times.

"Did your ancestors ever tell you how they defeated the dwarves?"

asked Maxwell.

Most of the answers given by these orcs are similar. First of all, relying on their height advantage, the dwarves are too short, so that the spears in their hands are much shorter than those of humans, and their shields are smaller than those of humans. Many, and during the battle, often a single orc can resist the siege of three dwarves by virtue of its height; secondly, the giants of the dwarf brother race are too cumbersome and slow. Although they live with the dwarves in the mountains all year round, However, a body that is too tall is more suitable for fighting on the plains, and it is difficult to perform in complex mountains. Finally, dwarves are naturally impatient, so they are easy to rush for success, and they often fall into the trap of luring the enemy, or smash a stronghold fortress to attack, Often wins first and then loses.

With the answers from the orcs, Maxwell was able to formulate strategies and build strongholds and fortresses at key locations, but he was still uneasy about it.

"We humans in Golan have never fought the dwarves... and the dwarves are very different from before."

When thinking of this, Maxwell had already prepared for the worst.

And in the fall of the following year...

The dwarves of Calrond began to cross the border between the two countries, heading towards the Helong Mountains and the hinterland.

(End of this chapter)