Eisenheim-Schneider poured another glass of wine to his new partners. If they noticed that he had slowed down his drinking rate, they didn't seem to care. For Eisenheim-Schneider, his luck seems to be very good. In this tavern, which was obviously opened by the Burtanians, he met these two brothers from Marnus. More importantly, they From Midlanden.

Boris and his brother Khrov are both drunken men, and they are not very picky about who pays the bill. After all, as Boris soon pointed out, the murderer is still wandering in the mountains, and the fire dragon is still burning the valley. Who knows if you are still alive tomorrow?

Seems to be very proud of this, because he and his brothers went into the city and they spent all their salaries as caravan guards. When they left, there was nothing in their pockets except the flint used to make the fire. After all, it just means that any orcs that killed them will not profit from the sale.

Eisenheim-Schneider does not care about this. Their caravan owner has returned to his room, but before that, he has agreed to send Eisenheim-Schneider ’s message to a place on Juelichstrasse in Midlanden, on the condition that he will receive A few gold coins to repay his trouble.

Eisenheim-Schneider saw the light shining in the businessman's eyes, so he had no doubt that the letter would be delivered. Youlik Avenue is only two streets away from the market to which the businessman wants to go. Just a few steps away, you can get a generous return of two gold coins, which should be enough to move the businessman.

Eisenheim-Schneider knew he should leave after reaching an agreement, but when he heard people talking about the way to the dwarf city, he decided to stay. After all, if the ‘Glennell ’s Will’ cannot be repaired, he may have to walk home and ask about his alternate route. Unfortunately, the news he heard made him very frustrated.

"Tell me about this murderer again." He said to Khrov.

"You don't want to know." The other side waved and said.

"Meet my curiosity, you should talk about it for me."

"He is a big orc chieftain and a bad guy. He likes to peel the enemies alive and use their carrion to set up tents. They say he is gathering an orc army in the mountains and intends to drive the dwarves out of their city.

"This seems unlikely. This is the strongest fortress I have ever seen ..."

"Except for Midlanden." Boris said drunkenly.

On this point, Eisenheim-Schneider is hard to agree. Midlanden is indeed a big city, but it is definitely not a strong fortress. If Brandenburg hadn't helped it against all the enemies attacking in the north, Midranden might have fallen more than once.

"Except for Midland," but Eisenheim-Schneider agrees gently. "Surely no orc warlord can win it."

"You can never determine whether this orc can do it," Khrov said. "They are cunning and clever barbarians. They say there is a shaman behind this person, a shaman with powerful magic."

Eisenheim-Schneider felt a sting in his heart from a professional interest. "I want to hear the story of this shaman."

"I don't know much," Khrov shook his head. "I just heard the story of the caravan survivors they attacked."

"They don't have many people," Boris said. "And they are the fastest people to escape. Who believes in yellow belly?"

Yellow belly? The people of Tierya city-state? Eisenheim-Schneider frowned again, and the people of Tierya city-state generally did not run so far. There are other dwarf cities around which they can trade.

"Tell me what you heard," Eisenheim-Schneider said convincingly, while pouring some wine for the two.

"They said he could talk to the **** of an ancient orc," Boris said.

"Hey! The gods are listening." Khrov added.

"Everyone who prays to God, God will listen." Eisenheim-Schneider said, "I don't think the orc **** is different from us."

"The difference is that the ancient **** of the orc responded to the shaman's prayer. They said that he could make the cliff collapse with a howl, and smash the wall of the fortress with a wave of his hand.

"Maybe he will do this to the city walls," Khrov added again.

Eisenheim-Schneider doubted this. The dwarves have carved runes on their walls, which are as powerful as any defensive spell known to humans, and more powerful than most spells. To collapse them, you need more than just howling spells.

Eisenheim-Schneider has extensive knowledge of defensive magic. He doubts that even if he has one of the best 100 apprentices and twenty years of working time, he can better protect the city. He knew that there was no danger in places like Ogharen. Dangerous are small villages and trading towns along the way.

However, what he heard was not good news anyway. There are evil dragons in the mountains, and the orc warfare is gathering. In the north, an army of evil gods is advancing, and he sees those ratmen begin to become active again. It looks like all the prophets who predicted the coming of the dark age are right ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ he thought, this world is terrible. Maybe he should drink some more wine. But he restrained this urge.

"So, tell me about the dragon," he said.

"It is very large and very vicious, it burned most of the villages between here and the eastern land."

"You know this?"

"I heard that this is an old monster who has been sleeping for centuries until something wakes it up."

"Wake up?"

"Yes. They said that four hundred years ago, it perched in a cave in Longshan, ravaged the land, and then suddenly disappeared. Some people think it is dead. Now it seems that it is just sleeping. They said the dragon could do this. Sleep for centuries. "

"Very old dragons will do the same. I have seen relevant records in the book." Eisenheim-Schneider lowered his tone and became self-talking. "But I thought all the ancient dragons disappeared or died."

"Will you read?" Boris asked.

"Yeah. Let's get some more wine?" Eisenheim-Schneider replied afterwards, then filled the mercenary with his wine glass.

The mercenaries were drinking and talking, but Eisenheim-Schneider no longer listened carefully. Is this dragon always sleeping? If so, what awakened it? Maybe this is the precursor of the dark age, he thought. Perhaps this is just a sign that an era is about to begin.

Or, it is quite another matter. There is an emerging mode of operation of evil forces, and he is convinced of it. He felt something dark and evil working.