In the spacious mansion, the owner's luxury and elegance are displayed everywhere. A faint scent of sandalwood filled the room, and the morning sun shone through the hollowed-out carved window lattices, casting specks of light that limply shone on the crimson carpet beneath Eric's feet. Beautifully framed all kinds of famous calligraphy and paintings hang all over the room, all kinds, or the sky is round, or spring flowers and autumn moons, or even half of the wall.

The elegantly carved sandalwood moon cave door, the pale yellow veil was lifted suddenly, and the tassels swayed lightly with the wind. The samurai put on a large blue sleeve, and tied his hair into a bun on his head, fixed it with a hosta, like a Confucian dress.

Eric sat near the window, his eyes fixed on the window, refugees of all races poured in, and it was both luxurious and helpless for them to survive.

"Serve tea!" the samurai finally spoke, his voice low and majestic, "the best cat's ear tea." The maidservant girl next to her hurriedly trotted over, the bowl on the table was taken down, and the steaming new tea was brought up again.

"Only the aroma of cat ear tea grown in Cliff City will be so mellow. The samurai sniffed the tea under his nose. "It would be better if you used the unique Leopard Spring in the Imperial Capital Apocalypse City, now that there are wars everywhere, the good Leopard Spring can't be transported, maybe one day the war will be over......" The samurai fell into deep thought, and then said, "I wonder if my friend can give me some good cat ear tea then?" His goshawk-like eyes looked at Eric, and he always had a smile on his face.

Eric turned his head and looked at him: "The cliff city is in the hands of King Wei Wu who won't give up, doesn't the general think he should ask King Wei Wu if he won't give up?"

"In the next indestructible, dare to ask your friend's surname. The samurai changed the subject.

"Eric, if there's a last name you are talking about, then my surname is Zara. ”

Immortal nodded: "Oh, it turns out to be the largest tribe of the dwarf race, the Zara tribe, I don't know if the Pasha patriarch is okay?

Eric smiled slightly, "I don't know what happened to our patriarch when the immortal general saw us, if I can trust Eric, I will definitely convey it!" Eric knew that Patriarch Pasha had been dead for a long time, and he had not yet been born at that time. It is said that in order to avoid the slaughter of his clansmen, the patriarch of Pasha led the Honors Guards in a fierce defense battle with the world-famous swordsmen in the Cliff City, which is known as the "Disaster of the Cliff". The dwarves fought with the strength of their entire clan, and although the swordsmen were inflicted heavy losses in this battle, the clansmen also suffered heavy casualties. Looking at the mountains of corpses in front of him, and the old, weak, sick and disabled in the city, the young warriors have died out, and have lost the ability to fight again. Pasha chose to abandon the city and hide from the world, he used the last bit of spiritual power to open the powerful barrier, and finally the Pasha patriarch died in pain at the first birdsong the next day after crying all night, and that night, the cold wind blew all night.

"You should have seen it," Immortal gently placed the tea on the table, "more swordsmen are on their way to Riverrun, and I think they must know something." ”

Eric retracted his thoughts and looked at Immortal in a daze, trying to see something on his face. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Anything can be bought with gold here, and intelligence is valuable here. He took a sip of cat ear tea, closed his eyes and tasted it carefully, he liked the feeling of this fragrant tea sliding into his throat, and the strong tea fragrance stayed in his throat for a long time.

Eric stood up, "Does General Shen look at me like a person who can afford the price, besides, General Shen wanted Eric's life when they first met, and he didn't want to make a deal as it should be." ”

"Trading is something that only a powerful person can afford, such an ordinary feather arrow is nothing to a dwarf, but a friend almost killed one of his house slaves. ”

Eric prepares to leave. "Presumably, General Shen has offered a good price, even swordsmen can be bought!"

The immortal smiled, revealing her neat teeth. The friend laughed, the whole Hanyu knew that the swordsman would not be bought by anyone, and the swordsman would live for faith all his life, and regarded himself as the closest servant to the gods, punishing all the people in this world who did not obey the will of the gods. He pointed at Eric, "And the day you made the Dragon Gun and the Soul Eater Gun were forged by you, you were destined to be enemies for the rest of your life." Later, your clan really appeared the powerful dwarf king Fallujah, slaughtering the swordsmen hidden in various places, what a majestic style, one person challenged hundreds of world-famous swordsmen without falling behind, even the powerful sorcerer Bai Ruxue was also overshadowed. In fact, Fallujah really shouldn't have destroyed the shrine in the minds of those swordsmen. ”

There was a silence in the air, everyone fell silent, the faint scent of sandalwood diffused from the incense burner, gently blown by the breeze, and playfully calligraphy and painting with all kinds of patterns.

Eric finally broke the silence, "Which side is General Huo on?"

Immortal raised his head, his pale face was filled with a solemn expression, he seemed to have made some difficult decision, he stretched out his hand, pointed in one direction, and his voice was full of determination. "Hopefully you'll be in time. ”

Eric thought about the direction he was pointing, his face was ugly, "Thank you!" As soon as the words fell, the man was gone, and the air was carried up, and a straight trajectory cut through the sky. "Cat ear tea, good cat ear tea." ”

Behind the veil flashed a man, holding an elegant and delicate folding fan, gentle and elegant, with a young and fair face with a light smile, a sky-blue robe dragging on the crimson carpet. "General Huan, this is not what a deal should look like. ”

Immortal smiled awkwardly. "Maybe I really need to learn how to do business," he said, glancing at the visitor. "Between this heaven and earth, everyone is qualified to live in this vast land, isn't it?" the blue tendons on Immortal's face jumped, pointing to the refugees under the window. "Look at them, who were not born to their parents, they die every day, and the gods let them happen, and they instigate one group of people to slaughter another. He was shaking, his hands were clenched tightly, and his tight skin seemed to be about to crack.

"The general said cautiously, the monarch will not be happy," the young man stretched his eyebrows. "Maybe the gods have already made arrangements. ”