At this time, on the surface of the South Island, the waves crashed against the side walls of the cliffs, and again and again smashed into the solid rocks. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the shade below the cliff, in a hidden cave only a few dozen meters from the shore on the left, the entrance of the cave revealed the side face of a man, who cautiously guarded his surroundings while staring anxiously at the beach not far away, as if looking for something.

I don't know how long he looked here, but the man finally retracted his head, and after vigilantly clearing the traces he had left behind, he hurried towards the depths of the cave.

This is a very peculiar cave, and the turbulent water below the cave is turbulent, and the rustling sound of waves echoes in the cave.

There were two relatively spacious side walls on either side for human passage, and the man who had just stuck his head out to inquire was hurrying deeper into the dark cavern.

The man was short in stature, less than one meter four tall, his face was pale and I don't know if it was caused by being born like this or too nervous, his unkempt gray hair was glued together, and his thick beard covered half of his face, and he could barely see his appearance, only revealing a pair of big eyes that were still quite godly.

At this time, he looked anxious, kept clutching his heavy beard with both hands, and trotted up with words in his mouth.

In a few moments, in the cavern that had become very dark in front of him, a vertical light suddenly appeared, as if a skylight had been opened in the cave, and the light shone vertically on a platform from a high place, where many dwarves of short stature like men gathered.

"Look, it's Ingvar back. The dwarves sitting on the platform whispered to each other when they saw the man hurrying anxiously over.

The dwarven man named Ingvar ignored the sound that sounded as he arrived, and instead made his way through the crowd to the edge of the back of the platform.

Because the light that came down could not be illuminated, it was quite dark, and in the dark shadows, a low silhouette was faintly protruding—a dwarf was sitting there.

"I'm back, Paladin. Ingvar came to the seated dwarf, beat his chest, and without waiting for the other to speak, he continued anxiously:

"I didn't see Gangers......" He took another step forward, his expression darkening as he spoke, "Paladin, do you think it could be those savages chasing after you......"

"Anything can happen, and we need to be ready for whatever is possible, Ingvar. The figure called Paladin, who sat in the dark, spoke, and his voice was low and old, as if it were an old man.

"These damned savages, it's a big deal that we're fighting them—" Ingvar's broad shoulders trembled, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes filled with fear and anger at the same time.

"Ingvar—" Paladin said abruptly, and even though the light did not shine on his face, Ingvar could hear the old man's solemnity in his voice.

"If anything happens to me, the Darkfurnace Tribe will be handed over to you. The flat and deep voice seemed to be narrating a trivial matter, but the content was an explanation of his own aftermath.

"Paladin—" The expression on Ingvar's face became even more agitated, and his voice suddenly rose to a red face, and he shouted, "I will defend you, defend the Dark Furnace, and never let those wildlings succeed this time!"

"Calm down, Ingvar!" Paladin reprimanded suddenly.

......The dwarven warrior who had been stopped by the old man was silent, and Paladin rarely reprimanded him so loudly, unless the tribe was at a real point of danger.

"I ask you to stay calm at all times, Ingvar. After a long silence, Paladin regained his deep tone and said to the blood-soaked dwarven warrior in a seductive tone:

"Only calm thinking can find a way for the tribe to survive," sighed, Paladin patiently instructed, "The Dark Furnace is not one of the great tribes of dwarves in the past, but we must not forget the glory of the past, and the humiliating enemies who have given us now. ”

The two words "...... enemy" made two flames ignite in Ingvar's eyes.

"There's still a lot of work to do, so Ingvar, promise me - you must keep the Darkheart Tribe alive. ”

"Paladin ......" Ingvar couldn't help but kneel on one knee, his right hand clenched into a fist, clenched tightly against his heart

"I listen to you, Paladin...... I listen to your ......"

Holding back the moist sensation emanating from his eyes, Ingvar gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed the urge in his heart to rush out and fight the enemy for his life, nodding his head over and over again.

In the darkness, Paladin seemed to be able to see a smile on his face, and he said in a reassuring tone: "If you take over the tribe, you have to do this, don't let your impulses ruin the whole tribe, everything must be the overall situation." ”

Listening to the old man's last words, Ingvar raised his head, squeezed out a smile, and said as if comforting: "Gangers may not have been caught back, maybe he was just greedy for fun and lost, maybe he can come back today." ”

"The leader of the tribe cannot leave anything to chance. Turadin said coldly, not missing the slightest opportunity to teach the still young Ingvar: "When have you ever seen Gangers sneak out to play and not come back until the next day?" ”

Ingvar straightened his neck and wanted to say something, but saw Tualadin waving his hand in the dark, and the old man sighed: "We were driven here by that group of wild men, and there will be this day after all, but I didn't expect it to come so soon." ”

"You take the rest of the tribe's young people and leave. Paladin suddenly said something that surprised Ingvar.

"You, what are you talking about!" the dwarven warrior's eyes widened, his mouth wide open, and even his thick beard could not cover it, and the appearance of his face was finally revealed.

"Bring all the food, it should be enough for you to eat. As he spoke, the old man reached into his bosom in the dark, took out a yellowed piece of parchment, and handed it out tremblingly.

"This is the chart of the return to Wotan, drawn by the leader of the previous generation of the Dark Furnace Tribe with memory, and has been kept by me closely. ”

"Paladin you ......"

"Go back, take the young men back, you just have to be careful, don't go to Worms, go to Fran, go to Oberthan, where the landing should not be easily found by the Stonehammer Alliance. ”

"What about you?!" yelled Ingvar.

"When you go back, it may be a good idea to find a way to survive first, and it may be a good idea to take refuge with a lord, it's all up to you, Ingvar. Paladin ignored the shouts of the other man, and continued to himself:

"Don't rush to the Stone Hammer Alliance for revenge, not to mention the hands of the craftsmen who shelter them, we can't deal with the dwarves of the rest of the tribe alone, let's take the clansmen to live in a low-key manner first. ”

"Why can't we all be together—"

"There's not enough food. The old man's words left Ingvar speechless, "I'm old, and the future of the tribe depends on you, Ingvar." ”

After a long silence, the dwarven warrior's complex answer slowly sounded:

"Yes. ”