Norway straightened his right arm, and the light crossbow that he could control with one hand was firmly aimed at the dwarf in front of him.

He guessed that the dwarf was the tallest of the dwarves who roared and jumped angrily around him, his beard long enough and calm enough, and the other dwarves didn't dare to throw axes at the elves after he was aimed at them with a light crossbow.

He didn't want things to be the way they were at all, and there was little room for manoeuvre. He almost escaped, but the irascible dwarves began to attack desperately as soon as they realized that they might not be able to catch up with the elves, and after receiving an axe on his back, the elves almost couldn't resist turning back and fighting back - it was a small throwing axe, blocked by leather armor, not deep, but still painful, and affected his left arm.

He couldn't have been as nimble as he had been. He would be caught and chopped into a bloody heap.

That wasn't the way he wanted.

He slowed down, turned abruptly when the dwarves were already behind him, and rushed into the dwarves' ranks, pinpointing the bearded dwarf he had been paying attention to for a long time, and aimed his light crossbow with a good arrow at his forehead.

"Even if you kill me, you'll die too. The dwarf said without fear, surprisingly using the language of the elves.

Norway remained silent and didn't answer, he waited long enough for the thunderous dwarves around him to quiet down before he spoke quietly.

"I never intended to hurt any of you. He said the same in Elven language, slowly unsheathing the sword from his waist, half-crouching down, and throwing it at the feet of the dwarves, then putting down the light crossbow and throwing it aside, his empty hands spread forward, "My name is Norwe, and I am just here to find my friend." ”

The bearded dwarf waved his hand to stop the crowd of dwarves, and looked thoughtfully at his blonde hair, "I'm Mock Brassy. Are you friends with those two human girls?"

Norway nodded, "I guess they mentioned me." ”

They mentioned two companions, a young man with black hair and a blond-haired ...... It's not an elf. It was not surprising that the bearded dwarf was hiding it from the girls, "Where is the other one?"

"I don't know. Norway replied without changing his face, "We're separated." He's just a young businessman, and he shouldn't be able to get into the pit alone. ”

The gods are above, and indeed he is not lying.

"If those two girls hadn't taken advantage of the chaos to escape, maybe you would all be able to get out of here soon. Mock shook his head, "Now ......"

He turned to the dwarves and said a few words, and a few of the better-equipped and better-trained dwarves stepped out, picked up the elves' weapons, and tied the elves' hands. Others scattered reluctantly, looking back from time to time.

As the dwarves searched for other weapons on the elves, Norway didn't move, but when one of the dwarves pulled out the slab from his pocket, he couldn't help but stand up.

It was something he had found in Anclan from the corpse of the necromancer who had been slain by the ice dragon, but he hadn't figured out what it was used for, and he had just carefully carried it with him.

The dwarves raised their weapons vigilantly. Norway looked at Xianmock earnestly: "That...... It's an important souvenir, I promise it's not in any danger, can you give it back to me?"

Mock took the stone from the dwarf and looked at it, but did not return it to the elf.

"If His Majesty decides to let you go, I will give this back to you. He said, "If you die here, I can guarantee it as a burial." Other than that, I don't dare to give you any guarantees. ”

He also noticed the blood on Novi's back, "We'll heal your wounds." You won't be treated differently just because you're an elf. ”

Norway smiled wryly and didn't resist, it was already much better than he expected.

During the long journey back, the remaining dwarves did not say a word, although they looked up curiously from time to time to look at the elves. They were presumably trained soldiers, and those who left were just ordinary dwarves. In the event of an accident, any dwarf can become a warrior if he takes up arms, just like an elf.

He knew that the dwarves had probably never seen a living elf. The dwarves of Black Rock and Bolt can occasionally be found in the south, but the Silvertooth dwarves do not have a greater range than Anktan. Some of their ancestors who migrated here six hundred years ago may have had interacted with elves, but dwarves only lived for six or seven hundred years. He had learned to tell the age of the dwarves from his last experience with the Bolt dwarves, and the dwarves around him were obviously quite young, and even the eldest-looking Mock might not be as old as he was.

The strange differences between the different races often fascinate Norvi. He was caught up in his own thoughts, and followed the dwarf in silence. When he arrived, he realized that it was not a prison, but the King's Chamber.

"Let's end this as soon as possible. Mock said with a sigh. The elf was sympathetic to the tiredness in his tone—it had been a long, painful day for the dwarves.

But he fears that things are far from over.

Mork told the other dwarves to stay outside the door, and entered the council chamber with the elves without any announcement. The king's palace looked like no other dwarven building from the outside, but it was spacious and bright inside, with a high dome large enough to accommodate a dragon, thick stone pillars carved with regular patterns, statues of ancient ancestors and heroes occupying every wall, interspersed with various legendary and powerful weapons of which the dwarves were proud, and a huge brazier burning with flames below.

The elf couldn't take his eyes off one of the ridiculously large looking battle axes, a weapon that could only be used by giants, and he really wanted to know the legend about it.

"That's definitely not all!"

A roar brought him back to reality. The voice was old, but it was still full of energy.

Norway stopped with Mock, noticing that there were not many people in the hall.

The roaring dwarf looked very tall at first glance, but upon a second glance he saw that he was standing on his simple but solid stone throne, his long white beard looking like the white fur of an unknown creature that had spread over the throne, trembling slightly with anger.

"That's definitely not all!" he roared again, and sat down with a huff.

"Your Majesty, your warriors have retrieved all our belongings, and I confess that some gems have accidentally fallen into our luggage...... and in the fanny bag, but that's really all there is to it. The human man kneeling on the ground pleaded.

Norway recognized him as one of the group of people who had been taken into the pit by the dwarves along with Tess and Naria. Behind him knelt two more.

"Where are the rest!!" every word of His Majesty was shouted.

"Several other tracks have been spotted, and they will soon be caught. There are also two girls...... I don't know where it went. The voice sounded a little awkward in reply, after all, it was the one they hadn't paid attention to before," two weak human girls. ”

"Craip Brass has just reported that one of his men has disappeared in the storage room, and he suspects that someone has sneaked into the storage room in a van and stole a lot of ......"

"That can be said later," Mork interrupted the inconsequential return as King Kogan's beard began to shake with anger again, "We've caught an elf." ”

Norway stepped forward, stepping out of the shadows beneath the stone pillars.

All eyes fell on him, and he kept smiling calmly.

"Hello, Your Majesty Kogan Copperflame, ruler of Charlenhale, king of the Brassflame Dwarves, honored to meet you. He saluted the dwarven king with elven courtesy, but in the lingua franca of humanity, a barely united union between elves and dwarves.

"It's an honor. His Majesty replied in the style of a dwarf after a moment, glaring at the elves with disdain, "I haven't seen an elf for hundreds of years, and you still pretend to be." ”

Novi continued to pretend to smile.

"He said he was the companion of the two human girls, and he had just come to them. "I've checked their luggage, and there's nothing for the dwarves." "Tess does have a box of garnets in her bag, but that crude way of processing could never have come from the hands of a dwarf.

"When did elves like to hang out with humans?" Kogan scoffed, "aren't you very good at lying?"

Norvi's smile faded into a wry smile.

"Because of those two girls, one of them was raised by me, and the other was my friend. You may think it's a lie, but why should I fool you with such a clumsy lie?"

"I didn't bother to pay attention to what the elves were thinking about. The old king replied, "Until we catch your girls, until then you'd better stay in your cage!"

He waved his hand and began to roar again: "Stuff them in the cage first!Wait until you catch everyone and ask me what to do!-hell, haven't you even figured out how many people there are!!"

Mork sighed wearily again, motioning for the elves to follow him away.

"Maybe the elf stole that. Norway heard someone suggest in a dwarven voice, "Didn't anyone search for his things?"

"The elf has many nasty problems, stealing is not one of them, and what is there in his whole body where he can hide something so big!!" the old king roared impatiently, "use your brain elsewhere!

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