Author: Arion's Dolphins

[You cannot afford any more wars. If there is another large-scale Longbeard War, the dwarf race will be wiped off the map of the continent. You need appropriate changes so that the race can ensure its survival.]

The War of the Long Beard is the name the dwarves use for that ancient war. Many elves will disdainfully call this war the "Beard War". No matter what name is used, the war greatly damaged the vitality of both sides.

From Tang Zhao's perspective, this statement is absolutely true. The poor population of the dwarves cannot withstand any large-scale war. Now their population has dropped to a very dangerous critical point. They need a long-term peace.

Period to restore the population, but the current situation does not allow it. Disputes occur anytime and anywhere, bloody conflicts are everywhere, and the dwarves have no time or chance to recover.

As soon as this statement came out, noisy discussions broke out on the field. Dwarves with different positions and viewpoints exchanged opinions with each other, but it was obvious that most of them disagreed with Tang Zhao's views.

Like many immortal races, dwarves are a very stubborn race. Due to their extremely glorious past, they are also somewhat arrogant. Such words that slander their race are quite harsh to their ears and are completely unacceptable.

"You ugly, horrible reptile! Take back what you said, or Grimnir's war hammer will hit your chin!"

Of course, a few "young" dwarves immediately yelled at him, uttering vulgar words with high intensity.

Cynthia, who was in charge of translating, was timid and immediately shrank back behind Tang Zhao in fear, not daring to raise her head to look at those vulgar dwarves.

However, those who scolded him were basically foreign dwarf reinforcements, and most of them were young and energetic dwarves. Those dwarves who broke out from the Gray Beard Kingdom, or the older and more knowledgeable dwarves did not say much.

Even if they don't want to admit it, they can't deny that what he said does make sense.

They all know very well in their hearts that the dwarf race is slowly declining. This is the origin of their unique gloomy expression. They look bitter and resentful at all times, and they want to kill people directly with a knife.

Before Bourne, the oldest person present, could speak to maintain order, a brown-bearded dwarf sitting at the second seat slammed the table with his battle ax. As soon as the sound came out, all the grumpy dwarves present looked at the sound and unanimously said

Silently, he sat back in his seat silently.

According to dwarf standards, although he has a thick long beard, his beard is still brown and has not turned white, so he can be classified as a "youth". Of course, a young man of about three hundred years old is indeed a bit outrageous.

Tang Zhao couldn't help but glance at the "young man" and saw that he had a crown made of black metal on his head, he was wearing precious rune equipment, and he also had a ring on his hand engraved with the three gods of the dwarves' supreme ancestors.

He is a dwarf nobleman with extraordinary status, and he is not just ordinary extraordinary.

You must know that these young dwarves come from different clans. To make them all obey, their identities must be extremely special.

After silence, the young dwarf signaled Bourne with his eyes. After receiving permission from the elder chairman, he stood up and looked at Tang Zhao with questioning eyes.

"Mr. Carlos, what you said is indeed correct, but it is easy to find mistakes, but difficult to correct them. I believe you are not here just to warn us. Tell us your thoughts, the orthodox successor of the Supreme King.

,Heikki Favonios is listening."

This dwarf actually doesn't have much luxury in him. The roughness that is common in ordinary dwarves does not exist. On the contrary, there is an incredible elegance coming from him, which makes people's jaws drop.

Tang Zhao discovered that the dwarf gods in this world have some connection with Nordic mythology. For example, their god of war Grimnir is another name for the Nordic god Odin. The dwarf architecture and artistic style also have a Nordic feel. Now his name is more

It gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.

"Haiki" is the name of one of the crows on the shoulder of Odin, which represents thinking. This dwarf seems to be a thinking character at first glance, but I don't know if there is any causal relationship.

After temporarily suppressing the messy thoughts in his mind, Tang Zhao turned his attention to answering the questions.

[As I said before, you need moderate changes. Dwarves know the problem of dwarves best. The first thing to solve is the population problem. It takes you dwarves three hundred years to raise a generation, while hobgoblins and orcs only need fifteen years.

, the weakest ordinary goblin only has four or five years.

With such a huge disparity, it would be fine if you could nip the crisis in the bud, but now that the enemy has risen, it is already too late.】

Haiji didn't say much, only nodded occasionally. He thought about this kind of problem day and night, often staying up all night. It must be more thorough and comprehensive than what an outsider like Tang Zhao thought.

But he had to admit that there was nothing wrong with what the big lizard said. So after thinking about it, he signaled with his eyes to let Tang Zhao continue.

"We have been trying to find allies. Some are humans, some are primitive races such as giants, and we have even tried to find elves and independent mages. As you can see, we have achieved little success. The cornerstone of the dwarf army's strength is unity. We

Of course we know the importance of cooperation, but other races do not give dwarves this opportunity to cooperate."

[None of them are the most suitable race for dwarves, so it is difficult for you to unite and cooperate. It may be hard for you to believe, but the most suitable race for you is actually the inconspicuous kobolds. 】

As soon as these words came out, some dwarves didn't even hold back and laughed out loud on the spot.

Laughter has a tendency to be contagious, one after another, and eventually more than half of the people in the hall are laughing.

I don't blame them, because the kobolds really don't behave like an excellent race suitable for cooperation.

None of the old men present smiled. They were really thinking about the rationality of Tang Zhao's suggestion. This matter was of great importance, and any weak possibility could not be given up.

[Kobolds can give birth to three or four babies at a time, and they only take six or seven years to raise them. Unlike goblins, they can live for hundreds of years, and they don’t have that aggressive and aggressive personality. Their living habits are also similar to yours.

coincide.

It is true that they are weak in strength, but this cannot hide their advantages. They are hard-working, well-organized, and capable of many delicate tasks. At least the mines they built will be difficult for even the most picky craftsmen among you to pick out.

Problem.]

The old dwarves were also thinking, and many of them understood what Tang Zhao wanted to say.

[Contrary to you, kobolds are a very promising race. Give them a chance to grow, and I believe they will surprise you and me. 】

"According to your opinion, I should give you a chance?"

The dwarf looked at Tang Zhao with great interest. He obviously meant something in his words - Tang Zhao was now one with the kobolds. Giving the kobolds a chance also gave Tang Zhao a chance.

"You can say that, because I really need the help of the dwarves now, but I believe that you will reap enough rewards. The question now is whether you are willing to invest in me."

Haiji stared at the lizard with a ferocious and angular face, without saying much. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded slowly.

"The decision-making power does not lie with me. Ask the people of the Greybeard clan what they think. Even the first generation of the High King cannot interfere with the decisions of the dwarf lords. Now the life and death of the Greybeard clan is uncertain. Naturally, the living ancestor Bourne will make the decision. Now I

Just a little warrior leader."

He took two steps back, sat back in his seat, and waited for Bourne to make his decision.

From the perspective of a dwarf leader, this can be regarded as a kind of support. After all, it is engraved under the throne of the Dwarf High King that he is obliged to maintain the sacred traditions of the dwarves. The subtext of not opposing is approval. Due to his status, he

There is no way to make a more radical statement in front of so many clans, otherwise it will inevitably make some conservative dwarves unhappy.

After all, no one can guarantee whether the kobolds they raised will backfire after they mature. This has happened to humans and other creatures many times, causing considerable losses to the dwarves. One of the plains dwarf forces

Severe decline, almost disappearing from the continent map.

Not to mention that they may share their precious technology with the kobolds, which is almost the last fig leaf for the dwarves. Without the specificity of technology, there is no big difference between them and other races. In their view, this is

It is tantamount to saying goodbye to the glory of the past completely. This is their only remaining spiritual support and cannot be given to others casually.

But again, the dwarf lords cannot interfere with each other. What the Greybeard clan is willing to do is their own choice. They now only represent their own clan and not the dwarves as a whole. Other dwarves have nothing to do with it. They can only curse.

Two sentences.

Bourne lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something. Then, his eyes gradually became bloodshot, and he looked at the dwarves around him with excitement.

"Our people are being slaughtered! Who can end this?! Valaya's rune magic? Grimnir's battle ax and Gruni's hammer? Or the legendary ancestor who came to the world?!

No one can do it, the era of the ancestors and gods has passed, and only the living people now can save the dwarves!"

By dwarf standards, Burne is also a very old dwarf. He has never seen the real golden age of the dwarves, but he has seen the dwarves decline bit by bit.

When faced with a crisis, the dwarves tend to close the mountain gates and each family sweeps away the snow in front of the door. However, after hundreds of years of sweeping, the situation has not improved. On the contrary, the power of the dwarf princes has gradually declined.

Judging from the current situation, no matter how well the dwarves do, relying on their own efforts, they can at most delay their own demise. It is difficult to even maintain the status quo, let alone restore the golden age.

"I don't want to die in the mountain gate of another clan. Instead of being the stone that falls down the mountain and breaks into pieces, it is better to be the dwarf who cuts the mountain to open a road. We need to open up other roads, even if there may be many sacrifices on the road, this is the road.

Necessary things.”
Chapter completed!