He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately pronounced out his title: "I am Baron Richard, lord of the Alpine Fort of the Pompeii Empire, and I join Miss Anne of the Voya Trading House to reinforce your dwarven friends and defend against the bandits." ”

There was a rare whisper between the three dwarf dwarfs who couldn't smash a fart.

They were quite good at getting to the point, although they had never heard of any Alpine Castle, and they didn't know what this Baron Richard was about.

But the Voya Firm is definitely an old acquaintance to the dwarves, and it is also one of the few allies they can trust at the moment, and the relationship between them and the spoils is hard enough.

The voice quickly responded, "Forgive the suspiciousness of the poor people, we want to see Miss Anne." ”

"Wait a minute. Richard thought to himself that it was good that Lao Tzu was resourceful and coaxed this half-elf chick here.

He retreated to the starting point, held out an arm for Anne to hold onto, and whispered, "The dwarves must see you once." ”

"Good. ”

In the face of the solemn atmosphere of hundreds of silent onlookers, not everyone can have his big heart. Anne was so nervous that she stumbled, and in the rain it was a little slippery, just a few hundred yards, it wasn't that someone helped her to almost fall down several times.

"Don't panic, the mountain shield in my hand is thick enough that even a bed crossbow can top it twice. ”

The lord's tone and expression were very sincere, he didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, Anne suddenly felt the urge to turn around and run.

"I'm Anne from Voya Firm. Anne plucked up the courage to poke her head out and shouted, and immediately retracted and crouched behind the shield.

To be honest, she began to regret it a little - it was quite enjoyable when they shouted slogans together to retake the iron mine, but when they were really faced with the reality full of dangers, Miss Half-Elf, who was from a good background, began to miss the cozy goose feather quilt again.

"Miss Annie, is it really you?" The pretended rough voice instantly broke down, sounding like a half-sized boy who had just begun to change his voice, commonly known as a male duck voice.

"Are you...... Robbie?" Anne and the dwarves were not familiar with each other, but they could recognize the Lord by their voices.

"It's me. ”

Richard listened to the two of them talking back and forth for a few words, thinking that he might not let Lao Tzu in quickly.

"Miss Anne is our friend, let her and her followers in. Robbie seemed to hear Richard's voice and ordered the dwarven warriors to let go of the entrance.

What is your name "Robbie", I think the name has been changed to "Shabi". The lord was inexplicably demoted several levels, and he didn't fight anywhere with his heart covered.

Anne beckoned to the rear, and the Alpine Fort guards followed and streamed through the gap in the wall, Richard hanging a bitter gourd face at the end of the line.

Behind the wall was a clearing, with two wooden towers standing alone in the middle, the arrows of the crossbows on the beds pointed high into the sky.

Further back are rows of low stone houses, the architectural style is rough, but the horizontal and vertical rows are very standard, and the ground is paved with river sand to pave the smooth road, and at a glance there is a dwarven neat beauty.

It was late at night, but the stone houses were somewhat lit.

In addition to the dwarven warriors, there were also many women and children running back and forth to help the wounded. The wounds from the violent blows of the bears were horrifying, but they also looked accustomed or numb.

In the corner, a few dying men were squandering their last life force screams, blood flowing with rain beneath them. But everyone knew that they were hopeless, just not dead for the time being.

All the companion can do in this case is to give them "mercy" - an alias for a square-edged vertebral dagger that can quickly bleed to death and alleviate the pain.

"The god of forging protects you and me. Several dwarven warriors took off their helmets and said hello, tiredness palpable.

It was obvious that they were happy to be reunited with their friends, but that could not dilute the gloom that hung over the tribe. To be honest, their current situation is a little worse than the lord expected.

"Miss Anne, I didn't expect you to come back at this time. The owner of the duck came out of the crowd.

Richard had the impression that the dwarves were all bearded and had vicissitudes of life, and that they were always wearing armor and were always sloppy.

The male dwarves in the field of vision do basically fit this trait, but this Robbie completely breaks his stereotype.

He was dressed in a clean beige cotton robe, with no beard on his bare chin, and his white face could even be called delicate.

If it weren't for the short, stocky stature peculiar to dwarves, the lord would have doubted his lineage.

"Where's your father?" Anne looked behind Robbie, as if trying to find someone who didn't exist.

"My father, three uncles, and two older brothers were all killed in battle, and now I am the patriarch. Robbie sniffled, tears were about to fall, and he tried to hold back again.

"I'm sorry, may they rest in peace. Anne continued, "But Robbie, I didn't leave all the holy water for you before I left last time, so why don't you take it out and use it at this time?"

Holy water is a product of the Holy Light Church, and it is somewhat at odds with the god of forging that the dwarves believe in, and they have been attacking each other for being just the gods of their own main gods.

She also thought that the dwarves were reluctant to use holy water for this reason, which was tantamount to murdering their kind.

"It's run out, it's long gone. Robbie bowed his head as if he had done something wrong.

"How can it be so fast, are you pouring water?" said Anne, incredulously.

"Yesterday we ran out during the day, those wilderness people are like crazy, we have too many casualties to do it. He held his head, sad and overwhelmed.

"Thank you for your help anyway. An older warrior saluted Anne's chest and added to what should have been said by Robbie, "Those bottles of holy water have saved the lives of many of our warriors." ”

No one paid attention to him anyway, and Richard smiled silently under the cover of the night. He noticed that Robbie's mouth seemed to be open, and the morale of the dwarven warriors around him had been slowly declining since he spoke.

The personal charm of the chief officer sometimes plays a decisive role in the morale of his subordinates, and Robbie is almost meaningful.

He was like a grown-up child, he seemed clever and intelligent, but he was nowhere near strong enough to take on a responsibility, as the dwarven warriors obviously knew.

"Robbie, be strong. Anne actually bent down and patted him on the head.

As if he had finally found an outlet, Robbie's tears that he had been trying to hold back could no longer be contained, leaving two moist tracks along his face, converging on his chin and dripping down.

"What are you laughing at, are you laughing at me?" he looked up at Richard, and there was a cry in his voice.

The lord overlooked one thing, the dwarves whose ancestors toiled in the dark mines had stronger night vision than ore.