Many of the manor knights who didn't even know that the old lord had died looked confused, and stayed in the countryside all the time, plus the heavy snow blocked the way of communication, and they didn't get the latest outside news until now - the old lord died, outsiders settled in the main city, and the lord's heir, that is, the new lord successfully counterattacked alone--after such a complete set of plots, these knights didn't know what they should do at all, and could only write a letter of congratulations and self-blame after hesitating for a long time, Send his own heralds to his new lord, and indicate that he will go to the next spring to officially serve his allegiance.

And the Great Ajax Volcano, the lava field at the foot of the mountain, the dwarven gathering place, the huge lava lake of red and yellow churning, releasing almost endless heat, the huge fire element gathered, melting the wind and snow, the heat wave rose, and even the gray cloud that covered the sky also poked a large hole, and the sun fell straight down, enveloping this area, like a golden pillar of light.

And under the living area on the surface, the underground core casting area, the heart of the black steel casting furnace.

As the huge rune machine turned, the molten iron melted from the steel flowed into the molds like obedient cats, and then was sent to the forging positions in turn, and many long-awaited dwarven blacksmiths wielded hammers to hammer the red steel roughly framed by the molds into the shape they should be.

Sets of refined weapons were forged in this way, stacked aside in batches, and after waiting for a while, the other dwarves collectively quenched them and finally sent them to the great chambers of commerce in the various territories of the Northlands.

And at the very front of these blacksmiths, on the iron seat that controlled the huge rune forg, there was an old dwarf wearing a steel ring on his head, with a gray beard, wrinkles piled up on his face and body, but he still did not hide his strength, as if the strong muscles poured with molten iron supported this not very tall, but very calm body.

He originally sat quietly in his place with his eyes closed, mentally controlling the huge machine under him, but when the huge black steel rune machine shook and trembled, the dwarf seemed to sense something, and the light like golden molten steel bloomed, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Iron Murella, the leader of the contemporary Northland rune dwarves, the supreme casting, this old dwarf known for his toughness and wisdom opened his golden pupils, sensing the inexplicable fluctuations in his heart, and then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, pulling at the countless wrinkles on his face.

"Divine Machine...... A new magic machine has been awakened......"

Whispering to himself, he slowly stood up, and then ordered to his attendants, "Bring me my hammer." ”

"Yes! This one...... Big casting, are you going to make a move? ”

The young dwarven squire bowed respectfully to the old man in front of him, for the sake of status, but also for the well-deserved, strongest craft, the dwarven leader with the iron body as the surname must be a fine product every time he makes a shot, and there have even been several legendary weapons that have come out because of his hands.

The young dwarf asked expectantly, but he didn't think he would get an answer.

But an unexpected answer came.

"Yes, this is a contract that was promised to a certain family, written into the bloodline, and it can't be reversed."

Smiling softly, Moria's eyes were confused for a moment, as if he remembered some things from a long time ago, and then, word by word, he said solemnly: "A magic machine, a set of armor, in the name of the rune dwarf, this is a tribute to the Chaos Keeper, the gatekeeper...... and commitment. ”

And far away.

"Moldavia, Radcliffe......"

On the west side of the Great Ajax Volcanic Mountain, the main city of Moldova, built on the riverside, is very lively, and the Mezhe Frozen River, which winds for three thousand miles, flows down the glaciers of the mountains and leads to the ancient holy river that runs through the entire northern human empire, and then merges into it.

At this time, in the lord's mansion in the city, in the side hall, the afternoon tea belonging to the nobles had just begun, after listening to the report of the subordinates, a slender and slender hand picked up the black tea that had already been prepared on the small table, and the girl with long violet hair took a sip, and then squinted her eyes, as if thinking about something.

After a long time, she sighed leisurely: "In a month, silver to gold, a bloodline has been passed down for three hundred years but has never been broken, and it really has its advantages." ”

"Night, help me draft a congratulatory message...... Well, be careful with your words, it's a golden warrior, a powerful warrior who can slay another golden warrior just after he has advanced. ”

The other side.

On the other side of the Black Forest, north of the Great Ajax volcano, Vania territory.

In the castle in the mountains, the current head of the Vlad family put down the report in his hand, sent away the agent who sent the information, and sat alone in the castle's study, silent.

Finally, a low, magnetic middle-aged male voice came from the darkness, and he seemed to be laughing at himself.

"Twenty-five years old to achieve gold...... Really, really, really. ”

On the east side of the Great Ajax Volcan, at the other end of the Black Forest, Wilson's house.

With its prowess from the Black Forest and ore from the mountains, the family is known for its magical trinkets and sophisticated weapons, as well as the largest dragon chariot fleet in the Northlands, and with its extraordinary economic power, this new family has taken root in the Northlands less than two hundred years ago.

Now, in the west of the main city, the Wilson family meeting room has not been empty since two days ago, and the arguments have never stopped, many people have come and gone, their faces are very ugly, and some people are even full of anger, and hatred is simply written on their faces.

Through the crack in the door, occasionally voices come out, and the words "compromise", "reparation", "opposition", "waging war", "stupidity", and "gold" appear every now and then, and very frequently.

In the end, the argument seemed to reach a final compromise, and the room seemed to fall silent.

A gray-haired and purple-eyed girl was the first to walk out of the room, followed by many people with the same gray hair, although she looked a little embarrassed, but the girl was in good spirits, and her eyes were shining.

Because of Joshua's strength and action, the entire northern land was rotated because of this, and all the forces felt the shock.

And time flies, the year 831, November 9, the southern part of the Great Ajax volcano, Moldavian territory.

It was a snowless day, the sun was rarely shining, and with the melodious sound of bells, the church rang the bell to gather the people, accompanied by the priests and knights running around, and most of the people of the city were gathered in the central square of the main city, and they talked about it, but they did not know why they were here.

But moments later, the answer was revealed.

A warrior in armor, with long black rough hair and dark red eyes, walked up to the high stage in front of the square, followed by a silver-haired young girl, who looked very calm, and after staring at the crowd in the audience for a while, the black-haired warrior nodded with satisfaction, and then raised his fighting spirit and shouted to everyone:

"Hello my lords, I am your new lord, Joshua van Radcliffe."