Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence

Chapter 469: Chapter 187: The Iron-blood Chancellor’s Methods and the Territory’s Rapid Revival (Part 4)

When Su Li came to visit him, he was already unconscious, but on the sickbed, he had used Dwarf blood and a broken ax blade to carve out a line of indentations—”Mix my ashes into the black gunpowder.”

Fortunately, the pure tears from the Holy Image of Shalya fell, and the corrupted branch in Dorglin’s eroded right eye socket was directly purified. Of course, such a fierce injury could not be fully healed, and as the price or honor for participating in this battle, this champion-level Dwarf permanently lost an eye and would have to wear a brass eye patch engraved with luxurious Dwarf-style patterns in the future.

Despite this, Dietrich was still filled with irritation at this stubborn Dwarf; Su Li had just entered when he heard Dietrich’s furious roar: ”Dorglin, you bastard, idiot! If you dare to secretly teach Dwarves to use gunpowder to treat infected wounds again, I’ll swap all your barley beer for Shalya’s wormwood juice!”

Initially, Su Li thought yelling at Dorglin was a bit unkind, but after hearing the content, he suddenly felt that yelling at this Dwarf wasn’t unreasonable.

However, Dorglin still stubbornly sneered, his resonant voice causing the medicine pots to tremble: ”Save your energy, big guy. What do you soft Cultivators know about healing? Do you see this Terror Claw Mark on my back? I burned it with a gunpowder branding iron. A Dwarf’s resilient body should be treated with a man’s methods.”

The furious Medical Knight Commander Dietrich lifted the Dwarf’s curtain, grabbing his short green robe made of coarse linen and roared: ”So you taught those rookies to use a detonator to cauterize wounds? Four Dwarf wounded went to meet your Dwarf ancestors in an explosion!”

Su Li helplessly slapped his forehead; wherever there were these stubborn Dwarves, there was always a bunch of trouble, even though they might have initially meant well.

If this goes on, this Dwarf Ranger will turn into a Dwarf Butcher out of shame.

So Su Li stepped forward and said to the two, ”Alright, stop arguing. Previously, there were no medicines available, and the medical team was too busy to handle everything. Treating with gunpowder is better than waiting to die on the spot.”

Seeing Su Li, Dorglin and Dietrich, who were wrestling, immediately separated; nevertheless, the two still glared at each other resentfully.

Dorglin grumbled, ”Gronni’s Hammer! I’ve been lying on this damn iron bed so long I’m about to grow mushrooms!” His ragged beard still clung with the Dwarf barley beer he stealthily drank last night, ”The furnace at Redbeard Castle won’t wait for the injured—unless you want the clan leader to think I’ve turned into a spineless weakling? My old friend, I think I’m already fully recovered and should return to Redbeard Castle. I’ve been out for months, it’s been quite some time. It’d also spare some eyesores from finding me unpleasing.”

Dorglin wants to leave?

Without thinking, Su Li directly rejected this proposal, saying, ”My friend, you came from Redbeard Castle with a full beard and two barrels of Dwarf honey wine. Now, going back looking like this wrapped in bandages, how can I explain to the Redbeard Clan’s leader? How could I ask him to continue to help? The Redbeard Clan would think that the Holy Covenant of the Hesse Territory was branded with scars.”

The Dwarf suddenly burst into thunderous laughter, causing glass bottles in the medicine cabinet to clink: ”Ha! Those old stubborn goats can’t wait to see my jokes! But speaking of help, my old friend, do you need any assistance?”

Su Li then took out a letter bearing the Griffin Emblem from the inside of his Flying Dragon leather cloak and handed it to Dorglin, saying, ”I need you to dispatch a team of Rangers familiar with the terrain to deliver this letter to the respected son of Gronni. Our territory has acquired a large amount of Dwarf Oath Gold, and we need a large number of Dwarf Engineers skilled in construction and Masters of Forging.”

”You know, in this battle, we slew many Giants, with over six hundred vessels crafted from Giant skulls alone—these are the perfect goblets for drinking Giant Brew, and I think many Dwarves would be willing to take up residence in our territory! This beats drinking any crap beer by a long shot!”