Chapter 452 Exiled Clan
After many days, the empire received another light rain.
Dwarves frequently appear on the road, either wandering dwarf rangers or lonely butchers who are desperate for death.
Compared to the humans on the driveway, their number is insignificant, but it can be seen that there are indeed many dwarves in Sigmar's land when the proportion is spread throughout the empire.
They probably have something in common too.
No amount of gold can buy back lost reputation, and no amount of skill can repair a ruined reputation.
If they had a home to return to, why would these nostalgic short men wander around?
Lynch noticed something unusual as soon as he saw a large group of dwarves walking together.
To the south, on one side of the road, nearly a hundred dwarves occupied a corner of the broad avenue, slowly heading north.
Their feet were deeply embedded in the mud. They wore armor that was either neat or missing some parts. The armor plates that had not been polished for a long time were heavily worn. Lynch found some familiar gaps - the dents made by the orcs with brute force. And the scratches left by the Skaven's dagger.
Most of the ancient runes were damaged, and the most severely damaged piece of plate armor only had commemorative significance. The runes were forcibly split by an unknown force, and a gap opened along the left shoulder.
Lynch can sense the rune's former glory. It is a master-level rune, enough to serve as the core rune of a dwarf army, and it seems to be related to defense.
Even before Lynch was upgraded, it was not easy to smash a master-level rune specializing in defense in one fell swoop.
It is still draped on the dwarves, and it is probably the only remaining pride of this group of dwarves.
The dwarves all had deformed silverware hanging on them, and the silver light had dimmed. It seemed that these dwarves were no longer willing to polish the silverware.
Every dwarf has scars on his body. Some dwarves look as if they have just returned from More. A piece of their scalp is missing, and the exposed mottled hair and beards are filled with shocking disgust.
The first one to be alerted was the carriage driven by Eugen, and Sorian even jumped out of the carriage.
The old dwarf rolled on the ground several times, got up with incredible eagerness, and limped towards the group of dwarves.
He called to the group of dwarves in the Khazalid dialect. Because his tone was so low and rapid, it was difficult for Lynch to recognize his pronunciation. He could only see the water in the corners of his eyes.
The group of dwarves opposite responded to the call in the same dialect, and the conversations were full of surprises and doubts.
"They are the sons of Gena." The Archmage stuck his head out and made a conclusion after a brief identification.
Lynch only knew that the son of Genar was the royal family of Silverspear Mountain and the heir of Grimnir left in the human world.
After the fall of Silverspear Fortress, a group of dwarves tried to recapture the fortress, and records of them ended when they returned to Silverspear Mountain.
Some dwarves choose to serve the High King of Karazhar-a-Karak, and they are all powerful warriors.
The last Sons of Genar wandered in the countryside and did not choose to settle in a certain dwarf city-state. They were not famous for their blacksmithing skills, and the only thing they could sell was force.
Based on various previous rumors, Lynch thought that Sorian could only see another bloodline of the Sons of Gunar in the Dwarf High King.
Because according to Sorian's own account, when he was looking for a way home after being separated from his clan, he heard rumors that the Sons of Gonar had been annihilated.
They encountered the legendary Black Orc warlord Grimgor Ironhide.
Greenskins are a naturally warlike race, and black orcs are the best among greenskins.
All greenskins will start wars without reason, and the black orcs are the most professional military personnel among the greenskins.
According to some less reliable but debatable legends:
The Black Orcs are a new breed cultivated by the Chaos Dwarves, the distant relatives of the dwarves who are spurned by the dwarves in the east of the world's mountains.
All attempts to tame the greenskins have the same ending. The Chaos Dwarves are one of the most commendable examples, and they have bred the most terrifying orcs ever.
The Chaos Dwarves equipped them with demonic armor and supernatural weapons. Even the Chaos Warriors were dwarfed by the Black Orcs. The Chaos Dwarves thought they had indestructible axes, but the uprisings and rebellions that followed gave the Black Dwarves a severe blow. A lesson learned.
No one knows what happened to Grimgor among the Chaos Dwarves, and what made him so ferocious and warlike that he far surpassed his own kind.
The end result was that the Chaos Dwarves' mistakes created a legend, a story that terrified all mortals in the Old World, the story of Grimgor Ironhide.
From the Badlands to the south, to Kislev in the north, and to Bretonnia in the west, elves, dwarves, humans, and ratmen all mention this name from time to time. Mortal children have been told absurd and terrifying stories about the "Destroyer of Humans" for a long time. .
If these Sons of Gonar really encountered Grimgor Ironhide and some dwarves escaped, even the meanest old dwarf should not be held accountable.
It is often said among the greenskins that Grimgor Ironhide is the living embodiment of Gorgor's cruel will.
No one knows the truth. This legendary black orc warrior is still lingering on the edge of the civilized world. He probably killed enough humans in the long years before. Maybe it will come again when the novelty returns.
Rather than harming the weak humans, it now seems more interested in the Chaos War Group and the Chaos Dwarves.
No one knows where it continues to kill in the ends of the earth, maybe this is a good thing for mortals.
The encounter with this clan caused Lynch's small gang to lose a member. Obviously, nothing is more important to the old dwarf than his relatives, even if it means that he will return to his wandering life and continue to sleep in the open and starve. A well-fed exile.
Fortunately, they are not a clan exiled from the fortress. They still have honor and the dwarf kingdom will still accept them.
If they are labeled with shame, all individuals of the dwarf clan can only continue to live on the border of the human world and the dwarf kingdom, forever on the road to regaining their honor.
It is not easy to live in isolation, and most of the expelled clans are history, because they are perfect targets for the dwarves' enemies to kill.
Lynch was not surprised by the sudden separation, but Eugen was quite reluctant to let go.
Because there are not many people who can talk to him, now he can only talk to himself.
It can be seen that for a moment, he wanted to try the dwarf exile life with Sorian.
Reason restrained him, and he lacked passion. Perhaps only humans who have nothing can be romantic, and they will always be timid when they have a burden.
The separation may be a good thing, but the road ahead may not continue to be smooth. Yurik's reminder must not be groundless.