Soul of Burning Steel

The banquet hall of the dwarves is located in the city hall in the center of the city. The simple design of the Silka era three hundred years ago makes it not look luxurious, but it has a simple beauty. The hanging lamp polished from Yang crystal is so huge that it is frightening. Joshua estimated the energy contained in it, but found that this thing can at least provide enough fire element energy for a whole set of magic equipment.

But now, it is only used as a lamp.

These dwarves always remind you inadvertently that they are completely different from their appearance. They are not poor at all, but very rich.

Shaking his head, the warrior pushed the thought out of his mind.

As the protagonist and distinguished guest of this banquet, Joshua was invited by Moria to sit at the head seat of the main table, but Joshua politely rejected the proposal. After a compromise, the two sat at the main table in the center of the hall. Sit down at both ends. And so the feast began after the Dwarves' band played their special music.

A lot of people were invited to this gathering. In addition to various administrative officials, many famous dwarves came here. As the backbone of the Northland dwarf society, most of these people respect Moria as a great forge, which can be seen from their expressions and every move, but they don't seem to take soldiers seriously, only a little Superficial respect.

The dwarves' xenophobia is indeed not a false rumor. Even though Joshua's name and deeds have been spread here, there are still some stubborn people who don't like their nominal lord very much, and express disapproval of the soldiers.

The food at the banquet was very rich. Although the residents of the Northland, neither humans nor dwarves, are famous for their gourmet food, the special food prepared to welcome Joshua this time looks very delicious. Both the meat and the small sausages were very delicious. Even Joshua had a smile on his face after he really tasted the special delicacy that only existed in the previous game.

As the banquet unfolded, the atmosphere gradually became warmer. Of course, since it was a dwarf banquet, the most important thing was not to eat, but to drink.

"This cup is to the earth and the lava!"

A red-bearded dwarf with seven metal rings on his beard stepped forward. He looked slightly drunk, and he toasted Joshua with a huge wine glass.

The dwarves are the sons of the mountains and the earth. They were born from the steel deep in the ground. According to legend, in the first millennium when the primordial fire just ignited, the earliest dwarves appeared around the huge lava lakes underground. With the help of the light of the lava, they Here explored in the deep caves, found mineral deposits, got close to the earth, and developed civilization based on this, so whenever blessings or other names are needed, dwarves will use this greeting.

"To the earth and the lava!"

He also raised his glass without hesitation, and then downed it in one breath. Joshua felt a hint of acridness welling up in his throat and stomach. His face remained unchanged and he smiled as a gesture.

And the beard of the dwarf on the opposite side was trembling in surprise. Joshua didn't seem to know it, but he knew it. Moria ordered the best wine to be used for this banquet, in other words, the strongest wine. Spicy [Earth Fire] series, this is the wine brewed by the dwarves themselves. It is very strong. Except for the dwarves, both elves and humans usually pour it in one glass—even if he, an old alcoholic, drinks it in one go. His complexion is also red, and his eyes have some afterimages.

But why does the human being in front of him seem to have no influence?

And Joshua—to be honest, he felt so good!

"It seems that the dwarves this time are different from the weak chickens like Brandon and Verdani."

Thinking of this, the warrior who was savoring the hot feeling of spirits couldn't help but nodded: "It's worthy of a battle."

Without using fighting spirit to resist the side effects of alcohol, Joshua did not hesitate to drink with one of the dwarves who came to toast, and this group of bearded men who often drink heavily can also see that the human lord in front of him is completely Rely on your physical body to ward off the side effects of alcohol.

"This drinking capacity should be the best among human beings in the past two hundred years."

A dwarf on the side was whispering to his companion, but no matter how low his loud voice was, it would be the same. People around who heard him shook their heads, but they also felt the same emotion in their hearts.

"It's not just the best, God is above, all the human beings in the past two hundred years can't drink as much as this one!"

Looking in awe at Joshua, who was still drinking wine not far away, the dwarf couldn't help but touched the diamond mole beside him, and exclaimed, "You won't get drunk after a thousand glasses!"

As a companion of the dwarves, the steel drill mole has the same status as the knight's war horse. Many dwarves eat and sleep with their mole. This is their greatest assistant in life. It, and the mole beside the dwarf also nodded seriously to his master, as if in agreement.

At this time, Joshua, who was clinking glasses with another dwarf, noticed that the eyes of the surrounding dwarves changed, from the initial rejection, to gradually showing a hint of approval.

He looked around, and the dwarves raised their glasses in respect.

With a smile on his face, Joshua naturally knew about this custom.

Dwarves are addicted to alcohol, but they don't appreciate people who are drunk like mud. As dwarves who are good at casting, design engineering and other industries that require fine manipulation, they admire it more than the amount of alcohol on the surface. After that, he still calmly controlled his will and body, mind and brain.

Drunk people can't grasp their own limits well, let alone control their own body and will. Such people have no self-knowledge and are completely untrustworthy. And the person who drinks more but does not get drunk means that he is determined, mentally tough, and knows his limits clearly.

And at the side, while Joshua and the other dwarves were drinking.

Moria and Claire were talking.

"Claire, I really didn't expect that you would return to the Northland. It's been a long time."

The expression of the old dwarf couldn't see the joy of reuniting with old friends, rather it was completely repulsive. He frowned and spit out words from between his teeth: "It's also a pity that Joshua didn't know your identity, otherwise, How did he bring you here!"

"Time is the best antidote. It has been so long, they have long forgotten who I am. Even if they knew, they would not be like you and never forget."

The elf replied indifferently to Moria, and she didn't seem to mind the hostility revealed by the other party at all: "No one was wrong about what happened back then, since you chose to keep your oath, then don't be so aggressive."

"In that case, why did you come back?"

"I just want to come back and see the land they guard..."

Gently speaking this sentence, Claire sighed, and the elf druid looked at the stubborn eyes of the old dwarf in front of him, and said sincerely: "It took me a hundred years to learn the knowledge of balance, to discern chaos and The relationship between order, now I finally understand what kind of terror we were fighting against back then, but they have been stationed here, fighting against that force...Compared to this, the conflict between us is like catkins in the wind. carry."

The elf said with some emotion: "A hundred years have passed, and three or four generations of human beings have changed, and his descendants have grown to the point where they are not inferior to you and me... I came back to the Northland just to clear away the remnants of the power of chaos. Meet old friends, that's all."

The old dwarf didn't answer, he just drank a glass of wine, then turned his head silently, looking at Joshua who gradually gained the approval of the dwarves.

"It was the same back then, the capacity for alcohol is really good..."

He sighed: "His strength has surpassed him. If we had the strength we have now, the result would definitely not be..."

"What's the point of saying this now?"

The voice of the elf who still looks very young is leisurely: "You are a dwarf and the best blacksmith, you should understand this truth-human inheritance, just like Damascus steel, needs to be hammered and repeatedly forged, so that it can become stronger. Hard and stronger, so that we can move forward from generation to generation, and finally become an immortal legend...."

She raised the wine glass in her hand and smiled.

"This is a banquet to welcome Joshua, don't always be like this, come, let's have a drink."

"……cheers."

Recommend a book, The Legacy of the Saint, a game with black soul elements in another world, I feel pretty good