"So this guy is from Wotan Continent Woder?" Thor pointed to the dazed Gangus, the young dwarf couldn't understand what the barbarians were pointing at him, which made him even more uneasy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"No, no, no" Morey waved his hand and shook his head: "Wardle has long ceased to exist, and after Ivan died, Wardel perished." ”

"Perished?" Thor felt incredulous, and at the same time intrigued, "What's going on?"

Morey smiled bitterly, pinched his beard and said reluctantly: "Wardel's demise is also a mystery in Wotan, few people know the real reason, even if you ask me, I can't tell-"

The old man turned his head and saw Tula's longing look, and continued with some reluctance: "Although the truth is not clear, there are many rumors-"

"Rumors?" Thor raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth raised upward, the so-called empty wind does not come to the wind, Thor believes that rumors are also another kind of truth in disguise, not to mention that out of natural gossip psychology, he hurriedly showed an interested look and listened.

"Well—there are two main rumors. Morey cleared his throat again, lowered his voice a little, and said as if whispering: "One is that the dwarves are fighting for power and profit, which eventually led to the departure of the tribes from Ironforge Mountain, and Wardel naturally died. ”

"Uh-huh, what about the other one?" Thor nodded with Tula, and even the Black Tooth sounded hard and earnestly, it seemed that gossip was human nature, even barbarians.

"There is another kind-" Speaking of this, Morey seemed a little hesitant, he thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and said in a small voice: "It is said that the Church of Light at that time intervened in the shadows, and finally directly led to the disintegration of Wardle. ”

"Church of Light?" Thor exclaimed in a low voice, he hadn't heard Morey mention the Church of Light, as the largest sect on the Wotan continent, almost all civilized countries worship the God of Light, and even Amenes, founded by the Holy Son Evan, was the first to position the Church of Light as the state religion at that time, and the church began to grow at that time.

This is forbidden to be discussed in Wotan. Morey straightened up, and for the first time realized the benefits of being in a wild place like the Wild Corner, freedom was real, at least the minions of the church could not care about it, and he was free to discuss these things.

"It is said that because the dwarves believed in the god of fire and refused to accept the baptism of the god of light, the dwarven king at that time also proclaimed that the god of fire was the true god who illuminated the world and angered the church, so naturally after Ivan's death, the dwarves who lost their protection were divided by the church and the nobles of various countries. ”

"Whew-" Thor sighed, it seems that the sectarian disputes on the Wotan continent are still very fierce, and different beliefs can secretly bring down a country.

"Why don't the dwarves convert to the god of light, why do they believe in the god of fire?" asked Thor casually.

Unexpectedly, Morey smiled slightly, and immediately replied: "Nome, you don't know, the dwarven clan is the best at casting, and the iron tools refined by the dwarves are famous in the entire Wotan Continent, and they believe that it is the God of Fire who has given great help in the process of their refining, so it is naturally impossible to worship the God of Light." ”

"Ironmaking?" Thor was stunned, "you mean dwarves are good at ironmaking?"

"Ahh

"What do you mean, Lord Noam——?" Morey and Thor turned their heads at the same time, their eyes collided, and in an instant the old man understood the other party's intentions.

"Yes, since the dwarves are good at forging, they should be equally good at mining, and they don't pick up iron ore from the ground for no reason. Thor became excited, and he didn't expect that the problem seemed to be solved immediately.

"Indeed, as long as the mining plan and process can be developed properly, the iron ore in the cave can be mined. Morey whispered to himself, only Tula did not understand what the two were saying, and looked at them with a confused face.

"So, my lord, what are we going to do?" Morey calmed down, looked at Thor and said, "He must still have a companion, are we going to force him to find out where his companion is?"

"Noam—let me take the warriors and make sure to catch all of them!" Blacktooth on the side finally saw the opportunity for him to show his skills, and couldn't wait to jump in front of Thor and shout.

Thor groaned, he waved his hand to signal Blacktooth not to worry, stood up and paced back and forth to slowly calm down and think

It seems likely that the dwarves will be able to master the art of mining iron ore in the caves, which is exactly what they need, but is it the best way to take it?

Thor asked himself inwardly that the population of the tribe had reached about four hundred after the newborn baby had arrived, which was still not much.

Mining in the mines requires a high level of security, and in the event of an accident, Thor is not sure if anyone will dare to continue mining, and if he is forced to teach him how to build a mine by killing and enslaving, will he be able to fully believe it?

Will the dwarves set a trap, will they leave a hand? These are all uncertain factors, and these factors could be a blow to Thor's reform plan.

So, is there any possibility of cooperation?

He returned to Gangus, re-observing the dwarven man in a daze.

Although gray hair and beard were characteristic of the gray dwarf, the one in front of him was clearly different, his hair was not only gray, but also very messy, dirty, and dry, as if he had never been properly groomed.

You must know that the tribesmen of the Soth tribe, under the leadership of Thor, have recently developed the habit of washing their hair and bathing, and they will freshen up at least once a week, but the dwarf in front of him is so dirty, I am afraid that the environment in which he lives is not very good.

Looking at his thin cheeks, the cheekbones on both sides were deeply sunken, his face was vegetable, and his pale and weak appearance seemed to be malnourished for a long time, and Thor could see that the other party was very likely to be in a state of not having enough to eat every day.

"Where did you catch him, Tula?"

Hearing Nome's inquiry, little Tula replied very positively: "On the beach, Lord Nome, on the beach under the cliff." ”

"Beach ......," Thor muttered, it wasn't a good place to settle down, there were no houses on the beach, the night breeze would blow the sand everywhere, and there wouldn't be much sand left after the tide.

The only places to live are the hidden caves by the sea.

Thor thought silently, even the caves by the sea are not a good habitat, only those races that are struggling to survive will choose such a secluded but resource-poor place to live in order to avoid harm.

In this way, if the dwarves in front of them still have companions, then their survival must be very embarrassing.

Thinking of this, the corners of Thor's mouth rose and he smiled happily, the more difficult the other party's situation, the greater his certainty of cooperation, if he could get the wholehearted technical support of the gray dwarves, the benefits to the entire tribe would be unimaginable!