The West Wall Fort stands on a rocky mountain terrain, and the cold sea breeze blows along the mountain range, from southwest to northeast. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On a steep hill face, the Shire stand on the edge of a cliff and look out over the war fortress below.

Different from the Thorn Fort and the Green Crystal Fort, the building of the West Wall Fort is full of dwarf painting style, the houses are low, and the hard-core style is hard, and there are tall dwarf hero statues standing in the fortress.

In addition to its special geographical location, the ruler of the West Wall Fort is probably the most special of all the war fortresses in the Jungle of Mhair.

Instead of wild monsters and pirates, the Wild Dwarves have taken over and ruled the area, and players will have to clash with the Wild Dwarven Kingdom if they want to capture Westwall.

Backed by the western mountain wall, the support of the wild dwarf kingdom is endless, so it is one thing to seize the western fortress by violence, and it is another thing to be able to hold it. After all, in addition to the wild dwarves, there is also pressure from the witch camp.

Today the Westwall Fort welcomed a special guest.

Several rows of dwarven shield guards formed a formation to guard the fortress gates, all with vigilant faces, staring at the human priest in Mithril armor standing not far away.

Soon, a dwarven lieutenant came out in front of the crowd, walked up to the priest, leaned down with his hand on the silver breastplate, and said, "Our general welcomes you, the Elect of the Night, the Divine Servant of Ogmar, the Count of Cormyr......"

The dwarven lieutenant pronounced a large number of titles in a serious, earnest tone.

This priest is naturally Charles, and he has decided to use diplomacy to solve the problem of the West Wall Fort, of course, not everyone is qualified to negotiate terms with the stinky dwarves, the wild dwarves are more temperamental than ordinary dwarves, and they will fight if they disagree.

Charles followed the dwarven lieutenant into the West Wall Fort, surveying the fort's internal garrison.

The fortress of thorns and the castle of green crystal, ruled by monsters and pirates, are obviously far less tightly defended than the fortress of the west wall, the streets of the city are full of dwarf soldiers, not to mention, there are even some heavy defensive weapons on the wall, crossbow beds, ballistae, etc., Charles secretly estimated in his heart that it would be difficult for a total of 300 people in ten elite regiments to eat this fortress.

At least thirty elite regiments, nearly a thousand people, have the possibility of a strong attack.

"The Elect ...... of the Night"

In the fortress hall, the dwarven general stood in front of the throne, nodded to him, and then said in a deep voice, "Why are you here?" ”

"I need this fortress."

Charles's outspokenness drew cannibalistic and vicious glances from the dwarven general and a group of dwarven guards behind him.

"Elect of Night Glory, can I think that you are provoking the Dwarven Kingdom of the Western Wall?" The dwarven general's gaze was grim, and he even raised his hand, as if he was about to give the dwarven guards a signal to move.

"No, no, no, no." Charles shook his head, "All I need is the rule of the fortress, and you can live here as usual, I will never disturb you, and your people will be protected by the Holy Arrivals' camp. ”

"No, you don't!"

"Wild dwarves don't need to rely on anyone to survive! We have what it takes to protect the Westwall Fort! The dwarven general said in a deep voice.

"I definitely came with good intentions." Out of the corner of his eye, Charles glanced back slightly, and nearly a hundred dwarven guards had gathered outside the hall, and a large group of ordinary dwarven soldiers were approaching.

In the hands of the dwarven guard, he saw some familiar alchemy props, thundering stones, blazing glue, etc., the dwarven guard's hammer and shield have a strong magical aura, obviously of good quality, and secretly there are even enchanted and armor-piercing arrows that lock him. Charles was secretly awe-inspiring, and it seemed that the wild dwarves were ready to meet him.

"I need to see your king." Charles Road.

"Yes, but before that, please become a prisoner of the Wild Dwarf Kingdom first! I'm sorry! With a wave of his hand, the dwarven general immediately surrounded the charr, and the palace was flooded.

A wild dwarven kingdom is hidden in the Western Mountains, and it would be too much time to find it by yourself, and it is still a question whether you can find it, so Charles chose the easiest way, he did not resist, and let the dwarven guards bind him in handcuffs and footcuffs.

About half an hour later, an escort convoy came out of the back door of the West Wall Fort and stepped into the vast West Wall Mountain Range.

Dwarven mountain towns are always hidden deep in the mountains, and so are the wild dwarven kingdoms.

"System: You discovered the Dwarven Kingdom of the West Wall."

Bite.

A system prompt awakens Charles in the prisoner car. He rubbed his eyes, looked around, and saw that the convoy was in a well-groomed underground passage, advancing about a hundred meters, and the magnificent dwarven mountain city was gradually becoming clear in his vision.

"Stop!"

The dwarven lieutenant guarding the passage of the kingdom jumped out and stopped the convoy, pointing at the sleepy-eyed human priest in the prisoner cart, "Who is he?" ”

"A Coming priest."

"The Elect of the Night."

"Not long ago he angered General Barn. I think His Majesty the King should meet him. A dwarf guarded.

"God's chosen people?" The dwarven lieutenant subconsciously took a few steps away from the prisoner cart, and then looked closely at the human priest in the cart, "...... How can the elect of the immortal gods be a pure human being? ”

"Let's go over—"

The dwarven lieutenant hurriedly waved his hand to let the convoy pass.

He didn't want to ask too much about a god's chosen person.

So the prisoner cart passed through the streets of the dwarven mountain city, and Charles enjoyed the attention and discussion of half the city.

Eventually, he was imprisoned in a cell built of fine iron, and the dungeon was so quiet that it seemed that he was the only prisoner. Charles's mood was unfazed, and he sat on a hard stone bed and communicated with the silver dragon.

"Mayvis, how big is this mountain city?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Of course ......"

"Shabby!" The ancient silver dragon did not hide his disdain, "The scale of the mountain city is too small, and the inhabitants are probably only one or two hundred thousand people. In the Naese era, the slightly larger dwarven kingdoms had a size of 100,000 people, and almost all of them were soldiers in the event of a war. ”

"That's because you're too ambitious!" Charles smiled, "I didn't expect this mountain city to have 10,000 or 20,000 people, I thought it was just a tribe of wild dwarves with a size of a few thousand. ”

Well?

The silver dragon suddenly fell silent, and Charles also heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and estimated that there were several people in his heart.

"Open—"

A deep voice clicked into the cell doorway, and Charles squinted slightly as he looked at the dwarves who had walked in.

The leading dwarf wears gold and silver, and his long brownish-red beard under his chin is trimmed into braids, and sparkling gold ornaments are dotted between the braids.

He was not wearing armor, his dark gold silk robe was on his body, and he was staring at Charles with a serious gaze.

It seems that this is the king of the wild dwarves, and behind him is a female dwarven priest and a male dwarven paladin, both heroes.

"Elect of the Night, Divine Favor of Ogmar,......" the Dwarven King began, "I am the heir of Moradin, the ruler of the Dwarven kingdom of the Western Wall, and you may call me King Edak. (To be continued.) )