Paladin looked silently at the young man in front of him, who called himself Thor, he was tall, but much thinner than the "big man" next to him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The long black hair stretched to the shoulders, and the ends of the hair were tied with a tough grass stalk, swaying behind the head in an indescribable weirdness.

How to describe it? Paladin pondered in his mind the source of this strange feeling.

"Contradiction" Yes, in a flash of inspiration, the old dwarf thought of the most appropriate adjective, and the reason why the barbarian in front of him made him feel strange was the contradiction that filled his body.

It seems to be careless, but the other party's eyes are always glued to him, smiling, as if he is amiable and easy to talk, but Paladin believes that if he refuses the other party's request, then this group of warriors and giant wolves surrounding him will turn into a sword in the hands of the person in front of him in the next moment, and slaughter all the dwarves in the cave, and will never show the slightest "neighbor" affection.

Of course, Paladin was ready to die, the other old men in the tribe were also ready, the food was taken away by Ingvar, and the rest of the people had planned to die here.

But no one wants to die without knowing it, and neither does the old dwarf, and Thor behaved too unexpectedly, he didn't look like the barbarians of this island at all, at least Paladin had never seen a horde of savages speak the lingua franca of Wotan.

This man, Paladine thought, did not seem to be the barbarian who drove them out of their place of existence.

Curiosity made the old man's eyes light up a little, and he was a little strange where he had so many "neighbors" from nowhere.

"Before that, I'd like to ask—" After a long silence, when the atmosphere on the platform had become a little awkward, Paladin finally spoke first:

"Have you always lived in the South Island?"

"Not really. Thor smiled heartily and said bluntly, "Speaking of which, we have just moved here from the central part of the country, and it hasn't been long yet. ”

No wonder, Paladin sighed secretly in his heart, it was really not the barbarian who attacked the Dark Furnace tribe before, this time I am afraid that he was wrong, slightly annoyed, the old dwarf continued to test and said in a deep voice:

"A few days ago, a child from our tribe went missing—"

"Ah, isn't it called, what is it?—what is it?" Thor did not ask Gangus, but happened to hear the name of the young dwarf from Tula, and without remembering it at this time, he gestured with his hand.

"About that tall, with gray and tousled hair, eyes, eyes that seem to be on fire—" Thor reached out to measure the height, fat and thin, and Paladin looked at it calmly, for a long time

"yes, it's Ganges. ”

Thor laughed and said happily to the old man, "That kid is in our tribe, don't worry, we didn't do anything to him, he has been worried about being eaten by us......"

Hearing the news that Gangus was safe and sound, Paladin's brow furrowed slightly, his folded cheeks seemed to slacken a little, and even his pale skin was a little bloody.

"The wild people who live in the forest often eat people......," Paladin said unconsciously, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Savages in the forest?" Thor raised his eyebrows and stood up, and behind him Morey also stepped forward, looking at Thor with some excitement, Thor looked at him and squatted down again, looked at Paladin seriously and asked:

"You mean—there are other wild people living in the forest, right!?"

"That's right......" The old dwarf looked at Thor in confusion, "Haven't you seen it......?"

"No, no, maybe we've been here for too short. Thor forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, he didn't expect to get such important information by seeking the help of the dwarves this time.

Hearing that there are other wildlings in the forest is just as important to Thor as it is to ironmaking, and one of the things he used to worry about the most was the population!

Even if the farmland is cultivated, the food is secured, and even the scale is expanded, and iron tools are developed, what is the use of not manpower?

"No, we have to make iron as soon as possible, expand the scale of cultivation, and then quickly organize people to go to the forest to catch wild people to replenish labor. Saul, who suddenly heard the good news, began to imagine a better life in the future, until Morey secretly pulled him twice behind him

"Noam—"

"Ahh

As if he hadn't noticed Thor's distraction, Paladin calmly repeated what he had just said: "I want to ask, Lord Thor, what help you have come here for?" ”

"Iron smelting!" Thor laughed and said bluntly, "I want to make iron, but there are no people in the tribe who know how to mine iron ore and smelt, and I heard that the gray dwarves are good at mining and smelting, so I want to ask you for help." ”

"Iron-" Hearing Thor's words, a glimmer of light flashed in the old man's eyes, and Thor seemed to see two red lights rising from the old man's eyes, like two blazing fireworks.

For some reason, just two words ignited Paladin's emotions in an instant, his face was a little ruddy, and his eyebrows were no longer as indifferent and meaningless as just now.

The old dwarf lowered his head and looked down at his rough palms, how long had they been away from the stove?

He couldn't remember, and when he closed his eyes, Paladin felt as if he had returned to his childhood, to his hometown of Oran, Worms, the largest industrial area in all of Worms, where Paladin was born.

The largest and finest artisan organization in the whole of Wotan, the "Craftsman's Hand" controls the whole of Oran, and they contain the Dwarven Council, the Stone Hammer Alliance, which is composed of several tribes after the disintegration, and the Darkfurnace Tribe takes this as an opportunity to settle in Oran.

It was the most lively time of Paladin's life, from a child lying by the fire watching the grown-ups strike iron, to being able to pick up a hammer and pound it around the anvil, his childhood was always filled with the rich aroma of Oran's ale, and the sound of the crunch and melodious ironsmithing, which still appears in his dreams to this day.

But the dream soon woke up, the Dark Furnace tribe was assassinated by several other tribes, banished to the deserted corner, and since then every day for survival, the tribesmen died one by one, until Paladin inherited the position of patriarch, he no longer lived for himself, he was just a nut, in order to keep the Dark Furnace tribe alive, and the nut that survived.

"Will I still have a chance to make iron in my life?" As if asking himself, as if asking Thor, the old dwarf's hands trembled, and he lost his calm and composure just now.

"Of course there is!" Thor grinned, and continued, "I have found a large iron mine, as long as you are willing to help me mine and smelt, I will take care of all the dwarves of your tribe." ”

Thor waved his hand and said excitedly: "What savage jackals, lions and tigers, I will drive them all away, and no one can hurt a single hair of you!"

He turned around and pointed at Kratos, who was nearly three meters tall and twice as strong as an ordinary barbarian, making Kratos stand out from the crowd and be extremely powerful

"See, there are warriors like this in my tribe! Think about it, if these warriors put on the armor you have built and take the weapons you have refined, who else on this island can threaten us? Why do you want to live in such a remote cave?