Greece brings evildoers - Chapter 475

c469 Daughter, I don’t want her anymore!

The next day, in the atrium world.

The colorful light of the Rainbow Bridge was flowing, and a group of short and thick limbs, beards growing wildly like weeds, and rough faces came to the Heather Island.

Behind them were more than 30 trucks pulled by camels, with deep ruts.

A dwarf caravan?

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

What are these underground creatures who only like mining and ironmaking doing in the atrium? And bring so many things?

Just as the soldiers on the periphery wanted to go forward and check as usual, the dwarves firmly protected the vehicles behind them and glared at them fiercely, refusing 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 deep and magnetic voice came from the back:

“No need to check, everyone retreat, they are guests of the temple.”

Hearing the familiar voice, the leading officer looked back at the figure walking in the boulevard and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was that lord, it seems that everything is fine.

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

“I remember this voice, it was this bastard who kidnapped my daughter!”

“Great, we finally bumped into each other!”

“Brothers, grab your weapons!”

The indignant shouts echoed, and the dwarves in the convoy immediately pulled off their loose robes, revealing the armor hidden inside, and at the same time reached out from under the carriage to pull out the prepared battle axes, forging hammers, short knives and other weapons, and rushed towards a heinous kidnapper.

The officer at the sentry post was very anxious and ordered decisively:

“Protect the adults!”

The soldiers could not help but draw their swords and axes in unison, trying to intercept the group of thugs from the dwarf country.

Seeing that a friendly exchange to clarify misunderstandings was about to turn into a confused bloody conflict, Loen’s face turned black and he shouted coldly.

“Stop!”

The thunderous sound shocked the brains of the dwarves and humans present, and the gushing golden divinity brought a strong sense of confinement, making both sides unable to move.

Seeing that both sides were intimidated by his momentum, Loen slightly withdrew some of his divine power and spoke to ease the atmosphere:

“Calm down first and listen to me…”

“It’s a tricky idea, let’s go together!”

But as soon as Loen relaxed some of his constraints, the dwarves who had recovered some of their mobility shouted urgently.

Okay, okay, you don’t listen, right?

Then try this!

Loen gritted his teeth and showed his fist, leaping towards the dozens of dwarves who were running wildly.

After dozens of breaths, this group of ferocious dwarves completely calmed down, lying on the ground in all directions, all with bruised faces and swollen noses, and only groaning and panting.

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

“Unload their weapons and equipment, and escort them all to the Temple of Plenty!”

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

The soldiers who were full of anger naturally had no good face for these dwarves who suddenly jumped up, and there were bound to be bumps and bumps 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.

Eden, a little loli who was eating melons with Holo and Hela in the temple, looked for a long time, but couldn’t find her old father in the crowd.

“Idun?”

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

Lorne remembered that this dwarf seemed to be the one with the loudest voice and the strongest physique,

so he was beaten the hardest.

At this time, the dwarf named Ivald walked forward and looked at his lively daughter with a look of surprise:

“Are you okay?”

Idun nodded and answered stupidly:

“No, I’m fine.”

During the process, the little girl did not forget to lower her head and take a bite of the melon.

Unlike his daughter’s calmness, Ivald was a little mad:

“Why do you say someone is going to die?”

“It’s Hela and Holo. They made a mistake and are about to be beaten to death.”

“What about the ransom?”

“I broke something and I have to pay for it.”

“…”

After listening to this, Ivald was silent for a long time, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying to Loen beside him,

“This seems to be a misunderstanding, sir, can we reconcile?”

At this moment, he didn’t understand that this matter was a misunderstanding from beginning to end.

His precious daughter didn’t pass the message well, and he was screwed.

Of course, it was also because of the hot temper of their dwarves.

As for Ivald’s initiative to make peace, Loen smiled slightly:

“Misunderstanding is nothing, I am not a stingy person, let’s make things clear, and then apologize if you should apologize, and pay the money if you should pay the money, but it is wrong for you to steal weapons, right?”

Ivald blushed when he heard this, and was a little embarrassed:

“Safety is for safety. Please forgive me if I offend you.”

How could he get thirty carts of gold by himself? He had to look for all his fellow tribesmen and talk his mouth off to borrow it.

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

Therefore, they naturally did not want to let their treasures out of sight easily, so they came to the Heath Island in the courtyard with Ivald to redeem people.

Of course, speaking of redemption, judging from the fully armed appearance of these dwarves and their skillful posture of grabbing weapons, they had no intention of really paying money.

And now, the reason why these hot-tempered dwarves are so easy to talk to is just because the other party’s fist is bigger.

After a few punches, their eyes immediately became clear, their hot tempers immediately restrained, they no longer spoke loudly, and they were eager to reason with you.

This is the charm of classical mechanics.

Loen understood this point, so he took the opportunity to give these hot-tempered dwarves a good beating:

“It doesn’t matter if you offend me, we can solve it privately. But you just attacked the military fortress of the courtyard in public. If I, the commander, still take it lightly, I will not be able to explain to the people below.”

Commander of the courtyard?

Ivald’s heart skipped a beat when he heard this. He raised his swollen old face and asked carefully:

“Excuse me, who are you?”

“Loki.”

Hearing the handsome young man in front of him smiling and introducing himself, Ivald felt as if he had lost his parents.

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

Legend has it that he is the most brutal and terrifying god in the nine kingdoms. Countless frost giants, mountain giants, monsters, and Vanir warriors have died directly or indirectly at his hands.

How did he run into such an evil star?

At this moment, Loen also asked a question:

“I see you are unfamiliar, which of the seven dwarf clans are you from?”

“We are the Durin clan,”

“Are you the clan leader?”

“Yes.”

Ivald answered honestly, with a very upright attitude, and even a hint of fear.

Loen nodded, thinking in his heart.

The dwarves in the Dwarven Kingdom are not a whole, but are divided into seven families according to the differences in region and appearance, namely Durin (long-bearded dwarves), Firebeard, Broadbeam, Hardbeard, Ironfist, Blackhair and Stonefoot.

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

Among the remaining three groups, one is used to being free and undisciplined and just wants to live their own lives;

One is mixed with the dark elves and exchanges what they have;

And the last one is the Durin clan. Because they are close to Jotunheim, they flirt with giants;

The characteristics of Durin people are extremely short stature and slightly pointed ears. Adult Durin people are sometimes mistaken for children among dwarves… These characteristics are exactly what Lorne has seen and heard.

Close relationship with giants.

Mountain Giant King Shaki?

Youth Goddess Eden?

Could it be that in the future, when Sharky turned into a falcon and captured Iden, it was not just because he coveted the beauty of the goddess of youth.

More importantly, the Durin dwarves, who were originally attached to Jotunheim, turned to the Aesir, which greatly annoyed the mountain giant king. He therefore took advantage of the situation and captured Iden to destroy the alliance between the Aesir and the Durin dwarves?

It should be correct…

Lorne’s eyes swept across the trace of fear hidden on Ivald’s face, and he couldn’t help but confirm his speculation.

As a dwarf, he was actually afraid of him, the “giant killer”, and showed such great hostility and vigilance when entering the world of the courtyard. This was probably because the Durin clan had a close relationship with the giants, and was not close to the Asgard and humans.

Unexpectedly, the two troublemakers Hela and Holo just kidnapped a dwarf princess and involved the power struggle of the nine kingdoms.

What a good unexpected gain!

Realizing this, Loen’s face turned even colder:

“You brought so many people to the courtyard and hid weapons. What? Do you want to assassinate me for the giants?”

Hearing such a big black pot thrown on his head, Ivald was crying without tears, and tried his best to defend himself:

“My lord, this is really a misunderstanding! We have no other intentions, we just come here to compensate… Yes, your losses!”

The Durin dwarves are just a small family, and they can’t afford to provoke either giants or the Aesir. They usually don’t have time to hide, so how could they work for the giants and assassinate the Aesir commander in the courtyard.

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

But Loen, who wants to take advantage of the issue, still asks relentlessly:

“Where are those weapons?”

“There is not enough money, they are used to offset the compensation!”

Ivald had an idea and answered quickly.

Lorne suddenly realized, patted the dwarf leader on the shoulder, and regained a warm and friendly smile on his face:

“So that’s what happened? You should have said it earlier!”

“My! It’s my fault!”

Ivald nodded hurriedly, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and was very proud of his quick wit.

In any case, this level is over.

But…

Glancing at the large group of uncles, relatives and friends who were glaring at him, Ivald’s scalp tingled again.

He borrowed gold coins and had to give away weapons and equipment. This time he had offended his old family to death.

Thinking of the miserable future after returning home, Ivald was almost crying without tears. He looked up at Eden who was still eating melons in front of him with relish, and his old face was full of resentment.

My daughter, aren’t you cheating your father?

At this moment, Lorne changed the subject and smiled and released goodwill:

“Since it was just a misunderstanding, there’s no need to be too fussy about it. I’ll take the compensation, but forget about the weapons. However, bringing so many dangerous goods in is too sensitive. When you leave, you can go to the priest of the Temple of Plenty to collect them.”

Seeing the unexpected turn of events, the big loss turned into a small loss. The dwarves who thought they had made a profit immediately smiled and praised the generosity and tolerance of the God of the Atrium. They couldn’t help but have some good feelings towards the Aesir.

However, Ivald, as the leader, was not so happy.

Although the weapons were taken back, the 30 carts of gold were actually swallowed up, and basically all of them would be counted on him in the future.

It’s unknown when it will take to pay off this huge debt.

Moreover, asking for money from the dwarves is even more painful than killing them.

Looking at his daughter who was still eating melons in the corner, Ivald’s face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. Then he made up his mind and pulled Loen to the corner:

“I won’t redeem it. Can I give my daughter to you?”

Loen was stunned when he heard it, and then his face turned dark:

“What’s more important, my daughter or the gold?”

“Both are important!”

“Then you won’t lose out if you exchange one for the other?”

“Not enough money. Nine cars are mine, and the rest are all borrowed.”

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

Hearing that the other party didn’t even want his daughter, Loen finally realized the miserly nature of the dwarves. He snorted and rolled his eyes:

“You can take back the gold, but you need to redeem it with something else.”

Ivald’s eyes lit up when he heard this, and he couldn’t wait to ask:

“What?”

“I heard that you dwarves are good at mining and forging, so use materials and craftsmanship to offset it.”

Loen replied indifferently, and then in order to prevent these dwarves from having any other thoughts, he added faintly,

“This is my bottom line. If you bargain with me again, you won’t be able to take away any of the weapons, gold, and your daughter!”

Ivald’s heart trembled, and he hurried back to discuss with his tribe.

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

After all, they are a race that is good at mining and forging. If they just cast something for the God of the Atrium to make up for the loss, they can get thirty carts of gold. This transaction is simply profitable!

“I have a large piece of Uru steel!”

“Mithril ore, I still have three pieces!”

“I’ll pay for the refined gold!”

“…”

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

Due to their natural temper and impatience, they rushed out of the temple in groups of three or five as soon as they made up their minds, built a foundry on the spot, and prepared to complete this transaction as soon as possible.

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

The temperature of the flame was not high enough, and many materials were difficult to melt, especially the Uru sacred steel that was the main embryo of the artifact. It was extremely hard and needed to be close to the temperature of the earth’s core magma and the surface of the sun to shape it.

And this level of furnace is only available in the Dwarf Country.

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

“The temperature of the flame is not enough? Let me try!”

As the god of the atrium raised his hand slightly, a majestic white horse galloped down from the sky, neighing and rushing into the forging furnace, instantly igniting golden flames.

Suddenly, the Uru steel that had been motionless began to heat up, turn red, melt, and blend with the rest of the metal materials.

“Quick! Open the furnace!”

“Shape! Quench!”

The eyes of the Durin dwarves on the side lit up, and they decisively obeyed the order of the patriarch Ivald, opened the furnace, and let the dark red metal liquid flow into the mold prepared in advance.

When the metal began to solidify, they either swung the forging hammer to forge out impurities and prototypes according to the division of labor, or corrected deviations according to the drawings, or engraved runes on the metal blocks for reinforcement…

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

Especially when the success or failure of this forging was related to the gains and losses of their own small coffers, their work enthusiasm and work attitude were impeccable.

For seven consecutive days, the furnace was brightly lit.

Lorne was responsible for maintaining the temperature, and hundreds of Durin dwarves were hammering around the forge day and night.

“Dang!”

Finally, at dawn on the eighth day, Ivald exhausted all his strength to drop the last hammer, then collapsed to the ground, handing over the finished product that made him extremely proud.

“Buzz!”

Two long swords, as dark as the night sky, flew out of the forging table and fell into Hela’s hands, making a pleasant sound.

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

Seeing the amazing power of this artifact, and the perfect adaptation to her divinity and divine power, Hela’s tense little face couldn’t help but bloom with an excited smile:

“Thank you, teacher!”

Lorne in front of the furnace lowered his arms, looked back at Hela’s fondness for the new weapon, and a trace of relief appeared on his tired face:

“Like it, give it a name.”

“Night Sky, Night Sky Sword!”

Hela raised the two dark night-colored long swords in her hands and answered proudly,

“I will use it to bring victory to you and Asa!”

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

He seemed to have pushed his fate forward one step.