In the afternoon, in the central square of Tuobi City, the three elders led the people to worship the new patriarch. Eric stood on the steps, a badge of a pure gold 'magic beast' head pinned to a bright red tunic robe, a moon-white auspicious cloud pattern belt tied around his waist, and a dark brown haze dragged on the ground, revealing his innate nobility.

The cheers of the clansmen resounded in the sky, the men took out the good wine that had been treasured for many years, laughed and drank, and the women sang and danced.

Andrew squeezed through the crowd and sat on the shoulder of the road. Adrian came out of nowhere, sat down next to Andrew, his mouth full of wine, and said while burping, "Is it only me, a bad old man, that you are also a hero?" Andrew didn't look at him, "I'm just a piece of waste." The old man roared, "What, what are the words! We dwarves have never been waste!" "That was before I was born. "Andrew is unusually stubborn. The old man came over and stared at him with an angry face, and the child's eyes were as calm as a pool of water, and there was no more waves.

It's been a long time since the people have been so lively, and at midnight they can still hear the sound of singing and laughing.

As Patriarch Eric in the council chamber listens to the elders' reports, all sorts of bad things are coming from all sides, and Eric understands that his first priority is to re-establish a new enchantment, and then find the other three tribes to discuss the way forward.

Chief Elder Aaron brought a thick book and respectfully placed it on the table: "Eric, you have become the new patriarch of the dwarven race, you can appoint your clerk!"

"If you don't get a new barrier soon," Eric said to himself, "there won't be any more clerks!" he suddenly stood to his feet, struggling to disappear into the flickering candle flames, his movements swift and crisp, piercing the air and leaving a slender trail.

The wind was blowing, and there were scattered torches around the central square, and there were still people who were still unsatisfied, lighting bonfires, and the fat otter meat was roasted by the bonfire, and the drunken people played the horse-head fiddle around the bonfire, singing songs that they could only understand.

The wind suddenly rose stronger, the faint starlight was completely gone, and the endless darkness was like a giant monster devouring everything in the world. The rain was sparse and the people were still unsatisfied, and people cursed the ghost weather while swaying and packing up their things.

As the rain began to fall, Eric looked up at the sky, an invisible barrier protecting him. He stretched out his hand, and a white ball of light slowly rose from the center of his palm, rising in the air and suddenly becoming brighter, like a bright moon. The clansmen who hadn't run far stopped and set up a talisman enchantment in twos and threes, quietly watching all this.

The elders who came in a hurry also hurriedly raised dazzling balls of light, and in an instant, the white balls of light in the sky slowly rose, illuminating Tuobi as if it were day.

Andrew braved the rain and rushed over, panting and standing in the distance, the rain poured down his neck into his clothes, the pouring rain made him unable to see everything, Ryan didn't know when he stood up and helped him set up the barrier. Maybe he ran in a hurry, maybe it rained too much, and Ryan was also doused into a soup chicken. Andrew had never looked at Ryan so closely, he was fascinated, the wet hair hung down to his ears one by one, even if the rain on his face was full, he couldn't hide her beauty, the creamy skin exuded a faint body fragrance, the slightly upturned lips were like Zhu Jinhua blooming in early spring, and the soaked red robe was attached to her body, showing the concave and convex Miaoman's body curves.

Andrew leaned closer, greedily enjoying the only glimmer of warmth in the world.

Eric controlled the air around him, stopped his body in mid-air, and gently opened his arms, two golden electric lights rose from the ground, forming a semicircle that gradually rose and expanded through Eric until mid-air, the open semicircle was like a huge fishing net shrouded in the entire Tuobi, at this time, Eric suddenly fell to the ground like a swift lightning, drawing a straight trajectory behind him, the rain on the ground splashed a rain mist, and a milky white line of light quickly rose into the air, accompanied by the golden electric light flashed out of a colorful circle of light, and disappeared in the air。

The cheers of the followers, Ryan excitedly ignored the girl's reserve, laughing, shouting, clapping his hands, and stomping his feet happily. Her laughter was both unbridled and so refreshing, Andrew seemed to be infected, he had never laughed so comfortably, and he didn't know whether it was rain or tears dripping from his chin.

The heavy rain finally stopped all night, the golden morning light reflected half of the sky, the dark clouds after the rain were dyed crimson by the brilliant colorful glow, a round of vermilion sun struggled to climb up, and the earth gradually brightened. At Grandma's instruction, Andrew put on a light blue shepherd's robe with a long whip diagonally stuck around his waist. Shepherding sheep is not a matter that requires skill, and for a dwarf without spiritual power, inheriting the work of an elder is an extremely luxurious thing. After all, in Andrew's heart, a dwarf without spiritual power is like an eagle without wings, and living is superfluous.

A Honored Guard in battle armor ran over, put his left hand into a fist on his right chest, and gave a salute, "The patriarch has an order to appoint Lord Andrew as the secretary of his clan, and immediately go to the council hall to attend the meeting." With that, he pinned a delicate gold finger badge to Andrew's chest.

Grandma was excited like a child, she pulled the long whip from Andrew's waist, and muttered quietly: "It's finally time to breathe, your Abba and Aunt will rest in peace in heaven, oh, by the way, change into decent clothes and go again." ”

The clerk of the dwarven clan is not a very powerful official, or even a status symbol, but this status gives Andrew unlimited freedom, he can go wherever he wants to go in Tuobi, he can record everything he wants to record in history for future generations to admire, at least he doesn't have to herd sheep anymore.

The round table in the council chamber had been replaced by a square table, and Eric sat at the end of the table, flanked by the three elders and the leader of the Invalids, Batu. Andrew and Eric sat across from each other, heavy books in front of Andrew.

Eric had already sensed the location of the other three tribes, and he was about to set off on a journey to create a new enchantment before the three tribal enchantments were gone, and of course, the three "Supreme Magic" books.

As the scribe of the dwarves, Andrew is also on his way to search for bits and pieces that have been almost forgotten for nearly a hundred years.