In the end, the human envoys still found a reliable official in Erepeak, the daughter of old Johnny, a dwarf girl in her 80s (in terms of age, she is indeed still a girl within the expiration date, speaking of appearance, can we not mention the word aunt) Anvaa. Iron Spear, clerk of the Erepick Town Hall.

Returning to normal diplomatic channels for exchanges, even the military-style Biglas breathed a sigh of relief. With the help of Ann Varner, the envoys finally delivered the paperwork to Eagle's Nest Mountain. When the dwarven leaders who were qualified to fight for the position of high lord heard that a human envoy wanted to come to Eagle's Nest Mountain to make a diplomatic note, their first reaction was no, only the high lord was qualified to receive diplomatic envoys. Then after turning around in his brain, he found that it seemed that it was not impossible, he talked eloquently in front of the human envoys, didn't he seem to be very like a big lord, maybe he would become a big lord like this.

So the first dwarf agreed.

What is in this guy's brain? The other dwarves were in doubt, and their minds were a little bright, and they probably thought of something that would be beneficial to them.

So, more dwarves agreed.

I'll go, there's a conspiracy, no, I have to agree.

So all the dwarves agreed, and received the foreign envoys as members of the Provisional Council of Lords acting as High Lords.

"Well, Uncle Beglas, dwarves are used to talking about business at the wine table?" Carlos, as a human aristocrat who is not short of money, has been in and out of drinking banquets on various occasions since he was a child, and he can be regarded as a person like a drunkard among human beings. But Carlos, the alcoholic, couldn't stand the three days of drinking banquets.

"Young master, I have learned that the dwarves of Hinterland have only had a slight surplus in food production all along, and wine is not like us humans who can buy it for money. These little lords seized the opportunity and couldn't drink hard. As a mage, Fang Brick naturally no one deliberately poured wine, and after three consecutive days of wine banquets, he looked as usual.

"Carlos, there is no way, you can pee on the head of the dwarf before the big lord is the largest, and he is chosen. After you are elected, it doesn't matter if you disobey or misinterpret your will, anyway, the orders of the great lord must be obeyed. We can't afford to offend any of these uncles, so let's drink with them. Belch! "Biglas has done his duty as a good uncle, and has kept Carlos safe from drinking these days, and the Riptide veteran has vomited many times in private.

Knowing this, Carlos couldn't help but get a lot closer to Biglas.

"And their tavern is still full every day?" Carlos's mind was still quite clear, and he couldn't help but ask with some doubts.

"The tavern in Erepeake City is a tavern owned by the elves of Quel'Thalas, you know." Fang Brick sighed, neither Carlos nor Biglas were professional diplomats, and these basic intelligence gatherings had to be done by their own ** division. Fang Brick couldn't help but complain even to Audren and Glen.

"The supreme leader is a general who only knows how to kill people and set fires, and the aristocratic leader who knows how to do it is an old dog who kneels and licks. The old man has the money of the magic consultant, and he has to do the work of the intelligence chief, which is really a big loss. Fang Brick muttered quietly.

The tribal council of the Hinterland Barbarian Hammer Dwarves is still at the stage where I see you as pleasing to the eye, I vote for you and you vote for me, and I give you something good. What's even more exaggerated is that these words were said in front of the other participants in their memories without any scruples. The most exaggerated thing is that the three humans of Beglas, Carlos, and Brick inexplicably participated in the meeting, and these dwarves actually gave the envoys a vote after receiving 6 barrels of Alterac beer.

Although the votes of the envoys are added, the total number of votes is as much as twenty-three. But what the hell is it that you elect a great lord, and the great American elect a great lord, give a vote to Bumpman from the M78 nebula. In particular, Biglas said that human beings have been friendly neighbors of dwarves since ancient times, so how can they interfere in the internal affairs of dwarves. So a bunch of drunks slapped the table and jumped up and grabbed Biglas by the collar (Biglas was sitting) and asked, "You look down on me?" Don't treat me as a brother?

At this time, Carlos misses the Grand Lord of Grimbaatar far away. Brute Hammer, take care of your Hinterland people, without your leadership, the Brute Hammer dwarves are a bunch of teases.

"Uncle Fang Brick, is there any news from Kudran?" Carlos tilted his head and whispered in Uncle Brick's ear.

"Well, a very famous dwarf boy, but he has a daddy on his head, the guy on the right hand side of Metz who is picking his nose. So Kudran was not eligible to participate in the Council of Lords. Got word that Kudran was a good griffon rider, that he owned a legendary griffon Snowfury, and that there were two pure white griffons the size of your giant mountain lion in Alterant. Fang Brick couldn't stand the smell of fermented wine in Carlos's stomach, and took a breath to say what he had heard.

The dwarves are not really stupid, they found that there is no big lord to deal with government affairs, and Eagle's Nest Mountain has accumulated a lot of things to deal with, and finally the final vote has been held. As a result, except for the two minor lords who voted for themselves, the votes were concentrated in Metz. Delacrop and Sildo. On two people who quenched iron felt, each of them had ten votes. Incidentally, Biglas and Carlos were forced to vote for Kudran's father.

Because it's the final decision, Metz. Delacrop and Sildo. The battle of the great lords of the quenched iron felt was no longer in the second round of voting, and a group of drunken dwarves finally came to their senses, humming a tune that Carlos did not understand, and all stood up.

Although they didn't know what was happening, the three human envoys also stood up.

The event took place to the end, and Metz. Delacrop and Sildo. The two stood opposite each other, clasping their hands together, and after speaking the ancient language of the dwarves, they left with their supporters.

The human envoy who was left aside learned afterwards that Metz. Delacrop and Sildo. The Quenched Iron Felt will be fought in a sacred duel in accordance with ancient tradition to decide who is the Grand Lord of all the Hammer Dwarves of Hinterland.

(Audience members can make up their own brains: who has the final say in Tsim Sha Tsui, who has the final say in Causeway Bay, who has the final say in Kowloon Slope, and only one Haonan in Hinterland is my Metz. Haonan. Such a brain supplement, inexplicably with feelings. ）

As a Brute Hammer Clan, it is naturally impossible for the tournament to be held on the ground. Delacrop and Sildo. The quenched iron felt will ride their respective griffon friends in a big showdown in the sky. The two sides agreed that two days later, when the shadow of the tree is the shortest, on the top of the Eagle's Nest Mountain, the winner is the king, and it will not be seen or dispersed.