In the end, the human envoy found a reliable official in Aripic, the daughter of old Johnny, a dwarf girl in her 80s (in terms of age, she is still a girl within the shelf life. When it comes to appearance, we can not mention the aunt That word? Anwana Ironspear, the Clerk of the Erepik City Hall.
Returning to normal diplomatic channels for communication, even the military-style Biglas breathed a sigh of relief. With the help of Anwana, the mission finally delivered the documents to Eagle's Nest Mountain. When the dwarf leaders who were qualified to compete for the position of high lord heard that human envoys wanted to come to Eagle's Nest Mountain for a diplomatic note, their first reaction was that they could not do it. Only high lords were qualified to receive diplomatic envoys. Then, after a quick brainstorm, I realized that it wasn't impossible. When I talked in front of human envoys, didn't I look like a great lord? Maybe I would become a great lord just like that.
So the first dwarf agreed.
Is this guy out of his mind? The other dwarves were confused and 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 foreign envoys as members of the Temporary Lords Council who exercised the rights of the great lord.
"Um, Uncle Biglas, are dwarves accustomed to discussing business at the wine table?" Carlos, as a human aristocrat who is not short of money, has been in and out of banquets on various occasions since he was a child. He can also be regarded as a drunkard among humans. figure. But Carlos, the wine tycoon, couldn't stand three consecutive days of banquets.
"Master, I understand that the dwarves of the Hinterlands have always had a slight surplus in food production, and alcohol is not something we humans can buy with money. These little lords don't want to drink it when they get the chance. "Fang Bian is a mage, so naturally no one would deliberately drink wine. After three consecutive days of banquet, he looked as usual.
"Carlos, there is nothing we can do. Among the dwarves, the great lord is the biggest. You can pee on his head before he is elected. After being elected, it doesn't matter whether you are disobeying or misinterpreting the will. Anyway, you must listen to the order of the great lord. We are one of these lords. I can't afford to offend him, so let's drink together. Burp!" Biglas fulfilled the responsibility of a good uncle and blocked a lot of alcohol for Carlos these days. The veteran of Stromgarde had vomited in private many times.
Knowing all this, Carlos couldn't help but get closer to Biglas.
"Then their tavern is still full every day?" Carlos, whose mind was still clear, couldn't help but ask with some doubts.
"The tavern in Aripic City is a tavern owned by the elves of Quel'Thalas, you know." Fang Bian took a breath. Neither Carlos nor Bigras were professional diplomats. These basic intelligence collections were actually You need your own doctor to do it. Fang Bian couldn't help but complain even to Odrun and Grain.
"The top leader is a general who only knows how to kill people and set fires, and the knowledgeable aristocratic leader is an old dog who just kneels and licks. Has no one thought before that there are no specialized diplomatic talents in the envoy? I took the money from the magic consultant and also It's a big loss to have to do the job of an intelligence chief." Fang Bian muttered quietly.
The tribal parliamentary politics of the Hinterland Wildhammer dwarves is still at the stage where I like you, I vote for you, and you vote for me, and I give you some benefit. What's even more exaggerated is that they said these words without any scruples in front of other participants while recalling. The most exaggerated thing is that three humans, Bigras, Carlos, and Fang Brick, somehow participated in the meeting. After accepting 6 barrels of Alterac beer, these dwarves actually gave the envoy a vote of decision-making power.
Although including the votes of the envoys, the total number of votes is still twenty-three. But your election of a great lord is the same as the election of a great commander in Great America. What the heck is it to give a vote to Bumpman from the M78 Nebula? In particular, Biglas said that humans have been friendly neighbors of the dwarves since ancient times, so how can they interfere in the internal affairs of the dwarves. So a bunch of drunkards slapped the table and jumped up and grabbed Biglas by the collar (Bigras sat down and asked, "You look down on me? Don't you treat me as a brother?"
At this time, Carlos missed the great lord Falstad Wildhammer who was far away in the wetland city of Grim Batol. Come and take care of your people in the Hinterlands. Without your leadership, the Wildhammer dwarves are just a bunch of people. How funny.
"Uncle Fang Brick, is there any news about Kurdran?" Carlos tilted his head and whispered into Uncle Fang Brick's ear.
"Well, he is a very famous dwarf boy, but he has a father on his head, the guy on the right side of Metz who is picking his nose. So Kurdran is not qualified to participate in the meeting of lords. The information we received said that Kurdran is an outstanding person The gryphon knight, he owns a legendary gryphon, Xuen. I heard that there are two pure white gryphons as big as your Alterante giant mountain lions lying on the ground." Fang Brick couldn't stand the feeling in Carlos's stomach. With the smell of fermented wine, he held back his breath and told what he had heard.
The dwarves were not really stupid. They found that there was no big lord to handle government affairs, and there were already a lot of things to deal with in Eagle Nest Mountain. Finally, the final vote was held. As a result, except for the two minor lords who voted for themselves, the votes were concentrated on Metz Delacrip and Sildor Tempered Iron Felt, each with ten votes. By the way, Bigras and Carlos were forced to vote for Kurdran's father because they had no choice but to abstain.
Because it was the final decision, there would be no second round of voting for the great lord dispute between Metz Delacrip and Sildor Tempered Iron Felt. A group of drunken dwarfs finally got their energy and hummed Kas. In a tone that Los couldn't understand, they all stood up.
Although they didn't know what happened, the three human envoys also stood up.
At the end of the incident, Metz Dracrip and Sildor Tempered Iron Felt stood opposite each other, holding each other's hands, talking in the ancient language of the dwarves, and then brought their respective supporters. leave.
The human envoys who were left alone later learned that Metz Dracrip and Sildor Tempered Ironfelt would engage in a sacred duel based on ancient traditions to determine who is the leader of all the Wildhammer dwarves in the Hinterlands. The great lord.
(Everyone in the audience can make up their own minds: 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 there is only one Ho-nam in the Hinterland, and that’s me, Metz. Ho-nam. Such a thought is inexplicably confusing. feel.
As members of the Wildhammer clan, it is naturally impossible for the competition to take place on the ground. Metz Dracrip and Sildor Tempered Iron Felt will ride their respective gryphon friends for a big showdown in the sky. The two parties agreed that the winner would be the king at the top of Eagle's Nest Mountain two days later when the shadow of the trees was the shortest, and they would see each other there or not.
