The soft sand was hard to stare on, and Tulafe managed with all his strength to keep up with the shadow of the lightning in front of him, and he watched from behind, and the lightning-white figure seemed to lunge forward with all his might, and then did not move. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Got it?" Tula wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead, calmed down, and came to Lightning's side, only to see a little man pressed to the ground by Lightning's claws.

"Help--please don't eat me--help-" The dwarf lay on the ground with his head in his hands, not daring to move, only to let out a whimpering call.

Tula looked curiously at the dwarf who was being held down by lightning, "What kind of race is this?", he thought curiously.

The dwarf in front of him was probably less than a meter tall, with short limbs, pale skin, and thick arms. Tula lowered his head to look at the other man's face, which looked like a child, but with a thick beard growing on his chin, gray and messy hair, and eyes that were so bright that they seemed to be burning with fire.

To Tula's surprise, the other party did not speak the usual language of the wildlings, but the lingua franca of Wotan from the other continent.

Under Morey's tutelage, Tula barely understood the lingua franca, but he was still amazed, except for Morey and Bertha, he had never heard anyone in the vicinity who could speak the lingua franca.

"Could it be the nameless one that Mr. Morey said?" the boy pondered, but the figure of the person in front of him did not look like a normal person, but more like the legendary race on another continent, the dwarves.

"Hey, friend, please don't eat me—please tell your "buddy" not to eat me, the dwarven flesh stinks and is hard to eat, and you will regret eating me. ”

Seeing Tula crouch down, Gangus Darkhearth begged the little boy in fear, and waved his hands with the only two hands he could move, trying to express his begging for mercy, though he was not sure if the other person could understand what he was saying.

"I'm probably going to die here. Gungers, who was close to despair, did not feel that he still had a chance to survive, and only then did he regret that he had turned a deaf ear to the usual police training of the patriarch Paladin.

"When you go outside, beware of the barbarians, they will take you and eat you alive!" Whenever the old dwarf admonished his juniors, the temperature of the dark, clammy cavern dropped a little, but Gangus never cared.

Now he began to regret that although the bare barbarian with a fur apron was still a child, Ganges knew that the wolf who threw himself on the ground and pressed his heavy claws against his back was not something to be messed with.

Lightning's claws were embedded deep in the flesh of Gungers' shoulder blades, oozing blood that Gangers himself could smell.

"Who are you?" Gangus was stunned, what he didn't expect was that the child who seemed to be a barbarian actually spoke, and it was also in the continental lingua franca.

"Hell, who is this guy?", although the grammar was a little ambiguous, the young dwarf could still roughly understand Tula's question, which was asking where he was from, or perhaps asking about his race, which was not surprising, the barbarian could understand that he had not seen the dwarf Gangus.

"It's a very complicated question-" Grasping the last straw, the other party could understand his words, Gangus felt that he was already blessed by the god of fire, and he carefully considered his words, his rapid breathing kept blowing the gray beard at the corner of his mouth.

"I can explain to you slowly that it would be hard for your "friend" to let me go first, for it would be hard to hold me down. "What Gangus wanted most now was to get out of the claws of the wolf that was pressing on his back, and he was so afraid of it.

The savage boy seemed to be able to communicate, but the dwarf was terrified that the irrational beast would unexpectedly tear his throat open.

"Don't worry, Lightning is very obedient, and it won't hurt you if I don't speak. Tula did not answer the dwarf's request directly, nor did he let the lightning let go of the other, but looked left and right for something.

"There it is!" he turned and ran to the side, and Gangers heard only the rustling of footsteps, feeling more and more anxious that the little boy was ignoring his pleas.

Tula ran to a rock, climbed up nimbly, stepped on the many clumped carapaces, gently removed the large kelp wrapped in the cracks of the rocks, and jumped back onto the beach.

Tula had been to a long kelp stalk, about the thickness of a thumb and several meters long, and he tore off the kelp vegetables that were growing on both sides, intending to use the kelp stalk as a rope.

Returning to the dwarf Gangus, Tula picked up the softest part of the kelp stalk, and shouted with a vicious appearance, "You'd better not resist, or I'll let the lightning rip your throat." ”

As he spoke, he began to tie Gangus up in a circle with kelp, as if he understood his words, the lightning whined twice, made a threatening sound, and snorted close to Gangus, which frightened the dwarf again, and naturally obediently obeyed, not daring to move.

"What are you going to do? Why are you tying me up? Can we have a good talk? Do you have a lingua franca? Are you a nameless?" Seeing that the other party tied himself up without saying a word, Ganges panicked, he remembered that before the people slaughtered their prey, they would tie them up tightly, and he seemed to have fallen into the fate of being eaten by the barbarians.

But Tula was unmoved, as if he could not hear Ganges' increasingly anxious conversation, and without saying a word, he brought the dwarf's hands behind his back and wrapped them around the kelp little by little.

The kelp was not long enough, the ends were a little stiff, and it was a little slippery to tie people, but Tula only wanted to restrain the fast little man, so he barely tied Ganges's hands behind his back, and then wrapped the kelp around his arms, and wrapped it around his body in front of him.

With a rub of his little hand, Tula dragged the dwarf, and compared to the young barbarian boy, Ganges's height was only up to Tula's chest, and he was easily dragged up by the boy.

"What? where are we going?" Gungues felt a deeper fear than he had just felt as Tula shoved him to the other end of the beach, where was this kid going to take him before he had never left this beach in his life?

"Don't worry about it, just move on. At this time, Tula was not as shy as Thor and Morey were in front of him, he looked at Gangus lightly, and said to the lightning bolt who stuck out his tongue and stared at the dwarf viciously:

"Watch him lightning, and if he dares to run again, bite off his neck. ”

"Whew-" Lightning howled excitedly in response, as if interested in tearing someone's neck.

"Save me, great god of fire—let me go back to the cave, and I will obey Paladin and never run out to play again. Unable to prayed to his gods, Gangers was driven up the hill on the other side of the beach.

"Since I don't know for the time being, it's safest to bring it back to the tribe and hand it over to Lord Nome and Teacher Morey. The little boy who trusted his patriarch and teacher thought so.