Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 469 Daughter, I don’t want it anymore!

The next day, the atrium world.

As the colorful light of the Rainbow Bridge circulated, a group of figures with stubby limbs, beards as wild as weeds, and rough faces arrived on the Heather Island.

Behind them were more than thirty trucks pulled by camel beasts, with deep ruts.

A caravan of dwarves?

Several priests responsible for maintaining the operation of the Rainbow Bridge were stunned and couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.

What are these underground creatures who only like mining and blacksmithing doing in the atrium? Still carrying so many things?

Just as the soldiers on the periphery wanted to step forward to check as usual, the dwarf firmly protected the vehicle behind him and glared at it fiercely, as if he refused to cooperate.

In the continuous pushing and cursing, the smell of gunpowder between the two sides gradually became stronger.

Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, a low and magnetic voice came from behind:

"There is no need to check. Please step aside. They are guests of the temple."

Hearing that familiar voice, the leading officer turned back to look at the figure walking in the avenue and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's that adult. It seems to be okay.

Just as the officer waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to let go, an angry roar broke out from the dwarves:

"I remember this sound, this **** kidnapped my daughter!"

"Okay, we've bumped into each other!"

"Brothers, copy the guy!"

The shouts of indignation reverberated. Each dwarf in the convoy immediately pulled off his loose robes to reveal the armor hidden inside. At the same time, he reached out from under the carriage and pulled out the prepared battle axe, forging hammer, dagger and other weapons. He rushes towards a kidnapper who has committed a heinous crime.

The officer in front of the sentry was very anxious and decisively ordered:

"Protect your lord!"

The soldiers couldn't help but draw their swords and battle axes in unison, trying to intercept this group of thugs from the dwarf country.

Seeing that a friendly exchange to clarify misunderstandings was about to turn into a **** conflict, Lorne's face turned black and he shouted coldly.

"Stop it!"

The thunderous sound shook the minds of the dwarves and humans present, and the golden divinity that followed brought a strong sense of imprisonment, making both parties unable to move.

Seeing that both parties were intimidated by his own momentum, Lorne slightly withdrew some of his divine power and spoke to calm the atmosphere:

"Calm down first and listen to me..."

"We have lots of ideas, let's work together!"

But as soon as Lorne loosened some of his restraints and regained some mobility, the dwarves let out an urgent roar.

Okay, okay, you can’t listen, right?

Then try this!

Lorne gritted his teeth, showed his fists, and jumped towards the dozens of dwarves who were running towards him.

After dozens of breaths, this group of ferocious dwarves completely calmed down and lay on the ground in a mess, all with bruises and swollen faces, and all they could do was groan and gasp.

On the contrary, Lorne looked refreshed, as if his years of constipation were suddenly relieved.

"Remove their weapons and equipment and **** them all to the Temple of Abundance!"

Hearing this order from above, the originally frightened officer also breathed a sigh of relief and immediately ordered his soldiers to do it.

Naturally, the soldiers, who were holding back their anger, didn't take kindly to these sudden outbursts of dwarves, and bumps and bruises were inevitable during the arrest and escort.

Therefore, when the dwarves, who were already bruised and swollen, were sent to the Temple of Plenty, they were almost unrecognizable.

The little Loli Eden, who was eating melon with Holo and Hela in the temple, watched for a while, but she couldn't find her old father among the crowd.

"Idun (den)?"

Finally, an unclear voice sounded from the dwarf, and the dwarf with a red beard raised his head tremblingly.

Lorne remembered that this dwarf seemed to have the loudest voice and the strongest physique.

Therefore, he received the hardest beatings.

At this time, the dwarf named Evald stepped forward and looked at his lively daughter with a look of astonishment on his face:

"Are you okay?"

Eden nodded and replied dully:

"No, I'm fine."

During the process, the little Loli also lowered her head and took a bite of the melon.

Unlike his daughter who was calm, Evald was a little crazy:

"Then why do you say people are going to die?"

"It's Hela and Holo. They made a mistake and were about to be beaten to death."

"What about the ransom?"

"I broke something and I have to pay for it."

“…”

After Evald heard this, he was silent for a long time, and then smiled at Lorne who was beside him with a smile that was uglier than crying.

"This seems to be a misunderstanding. Sir, can we reconcile?"

At this moment, he still didn't understand that this matter was a mistake from beginning to end.

His precious daughter failed to deliver the message fluently, which made him suffer.

Of course, there is also the reason that the dwarves are born with a hot temper.

As for Evald's initiative to sue for peace, Lorne smiled slightly:

"It's okay to have a misunderstanding. I'm not a stingy person. Let's speak clearly, and then apologize where necessary and pay where necessary. But is it wrong for you to copy someone?"

When Evald heard this, his face turned red and he felt a little embarrassed:

"Safety, for safety's sake. Please forgive me if I offend you."

How could he get thirty carts of gold by himself? I borrowed it after searching all over the same clan and telling the truth.

But due to the inexplicable enthusiasm for gold in their blood, almost all dwarves are misers.

Therefore, they were naturally unwilling to let their treasure out of sight easily, so they came to the Heather Island in the atrium with Evald to redeem their people.

Of course, it was said that they were redeeming people. Judging from the heavily armed appearance of these dwarves and the skillful posture of the copycats, they had no intention of actually paying the money.

Now, the reason why these grumpy dwarves are so easy to talk to is just because the other side has a bigger fist.

After a few punches from Bang Bang, their eyes immediately cleared up, their fiery tempers immediately subsided, they no longer spoke loudly, and they were still eager to reason with you.

This is the charm of classical mechanics.

Lorne understands this, so he takes the opportunity to beat these bad-tempered dwarves:

"It doesn't matter if you offend me, it can be resolved privately. But you just attacked the military fortress in the atrium in public. If I, the commander, still handle it lightly, I won't be able to explain it to the people below."

Commander-in-Chief of the Atrium?

Hearing this, Evald's heart skipped a beat. He raised his swollen old face and asked cautiously:

"Who are you?"

"Loki."

Hearing the handsome young man in front of him smiling and announcing his family status, Evald suddenly felt like he was mourning for his heir.

Aesir, the **** of fire and trickery, the current master of the Midgard world.

According to legend, he is the most ferocious and terrifying **** among the nine kingdoms. Countless frost giants, mountain giants, Warcraft, and Vanir warriors have died directly or indirectly at his hands.

How come we collided with this kind of evil star?

At this moment, Lorne also raised questions:

"I see you are familiar with each other. Which of the seven dwarf clans do you belong to?"

"We are the Dulin people,"

"Are you the clan leader?"

"yes."

Evald answered honestly, with an extremely correct attitude, and even a hint of fear.

Lorne nodded, thoughtfully.

The dwarves in the Dwarf Country are not a whole, but are divided into seven families based on differences in region and appearance, namely the Dulin Clan (long-bearded dwarves), the Firebeard Clan, the Kuanliang Clan, the Hardbeard Clan, and the Iron Fist Clan. , Black-haired Tribe and Stonefoot Tribe.

Like the elves with the light and dark camps, not all of the seven dwarf clans obey the leadership of the Asa clan, only four are relatively honest.

Among the remaining three groups, one is used to being free and loose, and just wants to live its own small life;

One branch is mixed with the dark elves, and they exchange what they need;

The last group is the Durin tribe. Because they are close to Jotunheim, they have an eye-catching relationship with the giants;

Durin people are characterized by their extremely short stature and slightly pointed ears. Adult Durin people are sometimes mistaken for children among dwarves... These characteristics are exactly in line with what Lorne has seen and heard.

Closely related to giants.

Mountain Giant King Sharkey? Youth goddess Eden?

Could it be that in the future, Sharkey turns into a falcon and captures Eden not just because he covets the beauty of this youthful goddess?

More importantly, the Durin dwarves who were originally attached to Jotunheim turned to the Asa Protoss, which made the mountain giant king very angry. He therefore took advantage of the situation and captured Iden to destroy the alliance between Asa and the Durin dwarves?

That should be right...

Lorne's eyes glanced at the hint of fear hidden on Evald's face, and he couldn't help but confirm his speculation.

As a dwarf, he is actually afraid of him, a "giant killer", and shows so much hostility and vigilance when entering the world of the atrium. This is probably because the Dulin people have a close relationship with giants, and they are not the same as the fairy palace and humans. Not close.

Unexpectedly, Hela and Holo, the two troublemakers, just kidnapped a dwarf princess and brought them back, but they actually got involved in the power struggle of the nine kingdoms.

What a nice unexpected bonus!

Realizing this, Lorne's face became a little colder:

"Why did you bring so many people to the atrium and hide weapons secretly? Do you want to assassinate me on behalf of the giant?"

Hearing such a big blame thrown on his head, Evald suddenly wanted to cry without tears, and tried his best to defend himself:

"Sir, this is really a misunderstanding! We have no other intention, we are just here to compensate...yes, your losses!"

The Dulin dwarves are just a small family. They can't afford to offend either the giants or the Æsir protoss. They don't even have time to hide. How could they work for the giants and assassinate the Æsir commander in the atrium.

Besides, even if they want to, they still have to have the ability.

But Lorne, who wanted to use the topic to his advantage, still asked relentlessly:

"Where are the weapons?"

"The money is not enough, they are used to offset the compensation!"

Evald had an idea and quickly answered.

Lorne suddenly understood and patted the dwarf leader on the shoulder, his face regained its cordial and friendly smile:

"So that's what happened? You should have told me earlier!"

"Mine! It's my fault!"

Evald nodded hurriedly, wiping the sweat from his forehead, feeling proud of his quick wit.

In any case, this level has passed.

but…

Glancing at the large group of uncles, relatives and friends behind him who were glaring at him, Evald felt his scalp numb again.

He borrowed gold coins and also gave away weapons and equipment. Now he had offended his family to death.

When he thought of the tragic future after returning home, Evald almost cried without tears. He looked up at Eden who was still eating melon with gusto in front of him, his old face full of resentment.

Daughter, aren’t you cheating on me?

At this moment, Lorne changed the topic and smiled to express his kindness:

"Since it was a misunderstanding, there is no need to be too clear about it. I will accept the compensation and forget about the weapons. However, it is too sensitive to bring so many dangerous items in. When are you leaving, you can go to the priests of the Temple of Harvest receive."

Seeing the twists and turns, the big losses turned into small losses, the dwarves who thought they had made a bargain suddenly beamed, and they all praised the generosity and tolerance of the God of the Atrium, and they couldn't help but have a good impression of the Asa clan.

However, as the leader, Evald was not in such a happy mood.

Although the weapons were taken back, the thirty carts of gold were actually swallowed up, and they will basically be on his head from now on.

I don’t know how long it will take to pay off this huge debt.

Moreover, asking for money from dwarves is simply more uncomfortable than killing them.

Looking at his daughter who was still eating melon in the corner, Evald's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and then he made a sudden move and pulled Lorne to the corner:

"If I don't want to redeem it, can I give my daughter to you?"

Luo En was stunned when he heard this, and then his face turned dark:

“Daughters are more important, or gold?”

"Everything matters!"

"Then if you trade one for another, you won't suffer a loss, right?"

"There's not enough money. Nine cars are mine, and the rest are all borrowed."

In order to avoid bleeding, Evald simply exposed his shortcomings.

Hearing that the other party didn't even want his daughter, Lorne finally understood the nature of the dwarf miser. He couldn't help but snorted and rolled his eyes:

"You can get the gold back, but you need to redeem it with something else."

When Evald heard this, his eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to ask:

"What?"

"I heard that you dwarves are good at mining and forging, so use the materials and craftsmanship to deduct it."

Lorne replied calmly, and then in order to prevent these dwarves from having any other thoughts, Youyou added,

"This is my bottom line. If you continue to bargain with me, you won't be able to take any of the weapons, gold, or your daughter away!"

Evald's heart trembled, and he quickly went back to discuss with his tribe.

After a lot of discussion, the dwarves unanimously agreed on the plan to use materials and craftsmanship to deduct the compensation.

After all, they are a race that is good at mining and forging. If they just forge something for the God of Midgard to make up for their losses, they can get thirty carts of gold. This transaction is a huge profit!

"I have a big piece of uru steel here!"

"I have three more mithril mines!"

"I'll bring out the fine gold!"

“…”

Soon, the mentality of the dwarves changed from big losses, small losses, to big profits, and they readily contributed the precious ores in their hands.

Due to their natural bad temper and impatience, as soon as they made up their mind, they rushed out of the temple in groups and set up a casting furnace on the spot, preparing to complete the transaction as soon as possible.

But as preparations were completed, the dwarves who started work encountered new problems.

The temperature of the flame is not high enough, making it difficult to smelt many materials. Especially the piece of Ulu Kobelco, which is the main embryo of the artifact, is extremely hard and needs to be close to the temperature of the magma in the earth's core and the surface of the sun to shape it.

A furnace of this level can only be found in the dwarf country.

Just when everyone was at a loss what to do, Lorne walked out of the temple with a smile:

"The flame is not hot enough? Let me try!"

As the **** of the atrium raised his hand slightly, a divine white horse galloped down from the sky, neighed and rushed into the forge, instantly igniting golden flames.

Suddenly, the originally untouched Ulu Kobelco began to heat up, turn red, and melt, blending into the rest of the metal materials.

"Quick! Turn on the stove!"

"Shape! Quench!"

The eyes of the Dulin dwarves on the side shone brightly, and they decisively followed the order of the patriarch Evald, opened the furnace, and let the dark red molten metal flow into the mold prepared in advance.

When the metal begins to solidify, they follow the division of labor, either using the forging hammer to forge out impurities and prototypes, or correcting deviations according to the drawings, or inscribing runes on the metal block for reinforcement...

It must be said that although dwarves are greedy for money, they are also quite rigorous in their pursuit of forging craftsmanship.

Especially when the success or failure of this forging is also related to the gains and losses of their respective small treasury, their work enthusiasm and work attitude are even more impeccable.

For seven days, the fire was brightly lit.

Lorne was responsible for maintaining the temperature, while Durin Dwarves No. 100 worked around the forge day and night.

"when!"

Finally, as dawn approached on the eighth day, Evald exhausted all his strength and struck the last blow, then collapsed to the ground and handed over the finished product that made him extremely proud.

"Buzz!"

Two long swords, which were completely black and as deep as the night sky, flew out of the forging platform and fell into Hela's hands, letting out a pleasant chirp.

Hela waved her hand casually, and a thick ink-like sword light flashed through. The several-meter-long stone pillar in the square broke with a sound, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

Seeing that the power of this artifact was so amazing and that it was perfectly adapted to her divinity and power, Hela's tight little face couldn't help but burst into an excited smile:

"Thank you teacher!"

Lorne lowered his arms in front of the furnace and looked back at Hela who couldn't put it down with the new weapon. A trace of relief appeared on her tired face:

"As long as you like it, give it a name."

"Yakora, Sword of the Night Sky!"

Hela raised the two dark night swords in her hands and replied proudly,

"I will use it to bring victory to you and Asa!"

Lorne's body in front of the stove trembled slightly, looking at the high-spirited Hela in front of him, his mood was inexplicably complicated.

He seemed to have pushed his destiny one step further.

(End of chapter)