Warhammer in a box

Chapter 23 Strong liquor, the dwarf can't resist a little

"Holy Terra? How come I have never heard of your human city? I see so many things in your car, where are you going?" Belegar pondered, but in his long life he could not find any city related to the name of Holy Terra.

"The car is full of local specialties and fine wines. We plan to go to Karak Horn Fort to exchange some things with the dwarves there," said Ferrel.

"Fine wine?! Bring it out and have a look! I'm also going to the Horn Castle of Karak. Their leader Alaric Hanulfson is my good friend. Let me help him taste it first. If it's really good, I will definitely say a few good words for you. I swear on my reputation as Belegar!"

The dwarves became nervous when they heard the word "wine". Maybe it was because they hadn't drunk anything for a long time after the long journey. Belegar and the Hammer Warriors who came with him couldn't help swallowing.

Looking at the appearance of these dwarves, Ferrel knew that the matter was settled.

He then took a few bottles of beer, red wine and white wine from the carriage and handed them to the dwarves.

Belegar couldn't wait to open the bottle cap and started drinking gulps of the liquid.

"Good, really good, this wine is great!" After drinking beer and red wine, Belejia opened a bottle of white wine and poured it into his mouth. The high degree of alcohol made his face red all of a sudden, and the burning sensation from his throat to his stomach made Belejia hold it in for a long time before he exhaled heavily.

Zhang Heng had no money and didn't buy any good wine. He just picked the ones with high alcohol content.

"Ancestors! What kind of wine is this! How can it be so strong!" Belegar is indeed one of the strongest dwarf warriors. With his terrifying physical fitness, after maintaining a moment of drunkenness, his powerful liver begins to metabolize the alcohol in his body rapidly.

“We call this liquor!”

"Good, good, good~" Belegar said three good words in a row. The Iron Hammer warriors around him also exclaimed in praise after tasting it.

"My friend, don't worry! Your wine is really good. I believe that you can complete this deal smoothly! I will definitely recommend it to Alaric when the time comes!" Belegar was in a good mood after drinking the wine.

"As long as you like, I can bring you a few big boxes if you like! Just as a testimony of our friendship!" Bourne also said at the right time.

"Hahahaha, fine, I, Belegar, accept you as my friend!"

Hearing Belegar's words, Ferrel was overjoyed. You know, according to Zhang Heng's introduction, the dwarves here are very responsible for what they say. If you are really what he thinks, the dwarf will help his friend wholeheartedly, but if he finds out that you have deceived him, the dwarf may also retaliate against you.

The dwarfs' unique Book of Hatred proves that the dwarves are the most vengeful race in the world. They will record any hatred in it. If a dwarf dies, his Book of Hatred will even be inherited to the next generation.

After having a good meal and a few drinks, the caravan and the dwarves started their journey towards the Horn Fort of Karak.

With Belegar leading the way, the journey went much smoother. When they really walked into the Dark Mountains, mines began to appear on both sides of the mountain, and from time to time, dwarves wearing miners' equipment would walk out of the mines.

Don't underestimate these miners. As long as they take off their miner's clothes and put on armor and shields, every miner will be an excellent dwarf warrior.

When the dwarves saw Belegar and Terra's convoy, they all looked at them curiously, because humans rarely come to them on their own initiative.

When Bourne saw the dwarves along the way respectfully saluting Beile, he realized that this casual and generous dwarf in front of him was probably a big shot!

"Belegar, are you a big shot?" Belegar probably didn't expect that Bourne would ask so directly, and was amused by it instead.

“Hahahaha, I’m the patriarch of a clan!” “Patriarch! Oh my god!”

"Probably. Probably one of your human electors."

"what!!!"

"Hahaha, don't be surprised, my friend. Don't worry about my identity. We dwarves are very easy-going when getting along with our friends!"

While they were talking, they came to a city wall. On the towering wall, there were dwarf soldiers armed with crossbows and muskets patrolling continuously. There were even cannons mounted on the wall.

The black muzzles of the cannons were pointed at the city walls, and any invading enemy would feel the horror of the dwarf war machines.

Behind the city wall is a magnificent castle built along the mountain. The entire fortress is easy to defend but difficult to attack. There is only one way to go up and down, and this castle is the destination of this trip, Karak Horn Fort.

The guards on the city wall obviously knew Belegar. They directly opened the city gate to let everyone enter smoothly. Ferrer and others obviously also benefited from Belegar's help.

"Look who this is~ Chief Belejia, why did you think of coming to visit us?"

As soon as we entered the city, a dwarf came to greet us.

"Elm! My friend, we haven't seen each other for many years, and your beard is still so beautiful!" Belegar and Elm hugged each other happily.

"Belegar, come quickly. My brother already knows that you are coming. He has prepared wine and food for your arrival. Who are these people?" Elm looked at Ferrel and others behind Belegar.

"Hahaha, I can't wait to meet Alaric. These guys are our human friends from Holy Terra. Elm, let me tell you, they brought some good stuff this time. The best wine you've ever tasted!"

"Oh? Really? But I rarely hear you praise a kind of wine like this. I can't wait to try it, but Holy Terra, how come I have never heard of this name?"

"Hello, Lord Elm. Holy Terra is the former Briston, located at the foot of the Dark Mountains." Ferrell replied.

"Briston, I know. It seems that something has happened to the empire of our human friends again." Elm looked at Ferrell meaningfully. His armor, which was different from that of other humans, and the laser rifle and chainsword in his hand were too conspicuous.

"Something did happen, but we humans are still the dwarves' most loyal friends!"

"Hahahaha, you're right! Come on! Let's attend the party together. I guess you and my brother have something to discuss as well."

The dwarves observed Ferrer and others, and Ferrer also observed these medieval native races.

He also could not imagine that these non-mechanized races could build such magnificent fortifications relying solely on manpower. After entering the mountain, Ferrel was amazed by the various buildings and internal fortifications. He concluded that it would not be an easy task to capture this mountain. Even if the regular troops of the Astra Militarum arrived here, they would definitely pay a heavy price.

The huge mountains serve as natural shelters, and ordinary intensive artillery bombardments cannot shake these natural wonders at all.

Zhang Heng was also observing. It was difficult to get an intuitive feeling in the game, but now just by watching, Zhang Heng was amazed at the dwarves' construction technology.

(End of this chapter)