"This town...... It's kind of weird......"

When following Gawain into the veritable Grey Valley Town, which was sandwiched between two gray cliffs, Feng Yinqiu couldn't help but be slightly shaken by the scene in front of him. In terms of scale, this was not a town at all, but rather a cluster of fortresses, and even on the border of the Shenzhou Continent, he had never seen such a tall fortress.

The buildings leaning on the cliffs on both sides are twenty zhang high, the whole is angular, and it seems to be a whole, as if it is poured as a whole, and the other buildings next to these two fortresses gradually decrease, gradually shrinking inward, but they are also such tall and majestic as if they are one style, many of the door frames are several zhang in size, and it seems that it is not just for people to enter and exit. The whole town has a chilling and cold feeling.

Between the buildings, and on the surface streets, there are almost no old and weak women and children, and most of the people who come and go are some sturdy men with full faces, and dwarves with full faces. And either way, the gaze cast on both of them is quite unkind.

Gawain said on the side: "Ash Valley Town is actually a stronghold under the Northern Legion, basically there are no original local residents, just built as a fortress to store supplies, but after so many years of the fall of the empire, with the change of relations with the dwarves, it has evolved into the current state...... These dwarves have always been somewhat hostile to the Terrans, and the Northern Legion is also very xenophobic, except for the caravans that come here to trade with the dwarves, ordinary people rarely come here, and now this season is the time when those wine dealers come here to do business, otherwise there are few people to be seen......"

Feng Yinqiu nodded, the architectural style of this place is indeed a military town, and at a glance, there is a cold and hard killing atmosphere all around. There were also soldiers at the intersection before, and if it weren't for Gawain, the chief paladin of the Guardian Hand, he wouldn't have thought of coming in anyway. And since entering the town, there have been a few guys dressed as soldiers following behind from a distance and swaggering in a posture of surveillance, Gawain didn't care, and Feng Yinqiu didn't bother to pay attention to it, just carefully looked at this military town left over from the imperial era.

In the face of these tall but integrated buildings that he saw for the first time, Feng Yinqiu was only curious, not surprised. Just look at the military blade golem driven by the mage before to understand that the power of the Arcane Empire at that time, manipulating rocks to shape buildings or something may be just a piece of cake. This is very different from the Shenzhou Dao system, the Chengtianjing of the Five Elements Sect of the Daomen, the Jianmu Divine Tree and other stations are all majestic and majestic wonders of the world, with their means, it is possible to really make a building that is a hundred times more majestic than the one in front of them, but neither the Five Elements Sect nor any Dao Sect is interested in using their power in the world. Therefore, even if the family and even the palace want to build a building in Shenzhou, they have to rely on people to honestly build brick by brick. On the other hand, the arcane civilization of this European continent is completely integrated with the world, and once it is exerted, it is of course extremely efficient, and some flavor can be seen from this military town.

However, this is also the core idea of their respective Taoist systems is different, Shenzhou Taoism seeks detachment, longevity and long-term vision, even if Buddhism has the method of entering the world to practice, after all, it is still a vacuum, even the Confucian sages say that the Tao is not good, take the pole to float in the sea, seek benevolence and benevolence, look up to the sky and not be ashamed, etc., the most holy master and the master of the world or something is the name of the descendants to put it on the strong to eat cold pork. On the surface of this worldly power, it is indeed not as powerful as this Eurotic system.

However, the Arcane civilization has fallen, and decades later, there are many signs of weathering and dilapidation on these massive fortress bunkers. The anger of the men walking on the street is not the military atmosphere of professional soldiers, but a bit like the simple murderous atmosphere of bandits and bandits. In addition, there are also some 'soft' bright colors that are not found in real military towns on the left and right of this road, such as Feng Yinqiu and Gao Wen just passed by at the intersection, where a middle-aged prostitute with heavy makeup is waving and smiling at them, and from a tall camp-like building not far away, there is a cheerful laughter and the smell of ale roasted meat.

Feng Yinqiu couldn't help but look at the prostitute twice, mainly the **** on the prostitute's face and the bright red lips that I didn't know what paint to use, and the appearance outlined on the flabby face was really a bit curious. But just a few steps later, soon a dusty guard, who seemed to have just arrived here, stepped forward to talk a few words, and then hurriedly pulled the prostitute into the dark alley not far away, pulling his pants as he went, and I don't know how long he had been walking on the road from where he had come from, and he could be in such a hurry.

This scene was quite interesting, and Feng Yinqiu couldn't help but laugh dumbly. He turned back and walked a few steps, when suddenly there was a quarrel, and when he looked back, he saw that the lean man had run out in a hurry, and before he could even pull up his pants, he tripped over his own pants after running two steps with his bare buttocks. Then the middle-aged prostitute was thrown out with her own shrill screams, smashing the lean man who had just tried to get up again.

With an angry roar, an unusually stocky figure rushed out of the alley, and it turned out to be a dwarf. The dwarf had messy hair, obviously drunk and hazy, as if he had just been woken up, but his face was full of murderous aura and bloodshot eyes, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a small piece of black cloth in the other hand and wiping it on his face, but there was a wet mark on his face. After wiping it twice, the dwarf stared at the piece of cloth in his hand and roared angrily, and hurriedly threw it away as if it had been burned, and it turned out to be a rather coquettish pair of women's shorts. It seemed as if the dwarf was drinking or drunken and napping in the gloomy alley, and the lean man and the prostitute did not notice it, but took it as a mass of debris or a mound of stones, and the monkey hurriedly got the shorts and filth on the dwarf.

Although the dwarves are one of the subhuman races, and in the eyes of many imperial nobles they are worse than those uncivilized barbarians, but as long as they are not shameless and cultureless beasts, they will definitely not be able to stand such insults. As soon as the dwarf raised his hand, the jug flew out and smashed on the prostitute's head, and the prostitute, covered in blood, fell to the ground with a scream, and the dwarf took out a hammer at his waist with his other hand, and threw it at the lean man who had just gotten up again, and fled in embarrassment with his pants in his hands.

This hammer doesn't look big, but it weighs at least nearly ten catties. Dwarves are naturally much stronger than Terrans, and their muscles are the waist of an average woman, and they usually use heavy weapons such as sledgehammers and axes, and these ordinary people carry a somewhat laborious hammer that is just a throwing weapon that can be thrown at will. With this throw, the hammer spun in the air and sent a violent whistling sound towards the lean man's vest, which was far more powerful than the wine bottle smashed on the woman's head, dozens or hundreds of times heavier.

The lean man who fled in a hurry didn't notice and react to the fatal hammer flying from behind, but his luck was quite good, and he was tripped by his half-pulled pants at this time, and his body stumbled forward, just dodging the hammer. The hammer had just grazed his shoulder, and then flew across the street to the wall and smashed into rubble.

The thin man screamed in pain, covered his shoulders and rushed a few steps before falling to the ground, and the dwarf behind him chased after him with short legs, although he was not fast, and in the angry scolding, he pulled out a sledgehammer hanging from his waist that seemed to be used to beat iron, raised it high and aimed it at the man on the ground and smashed it down.

But the blow that could have smashed the thin man's head into a rotten egg didn't really fall, and in a flash, Gawain had already rushed forward, and took the hammer with both hands.

"Get out of here!" the dwarf roared angrily and waved his hands away, breaking free of Gawain's hands, which Gawain was not willing to fight with him, but the skillful and spicy gestures between these swinging gestures were actually the reactions and movements that only an extremely experienced warrior could have.

Faced with the sledgehammer swung by the dwarf again, Gawain could only draw his sword and hold it, saying, "Please stop, no matter what it is, that person is just out of unintentional negligence." Wouldn't it be better for him to compensate you for some gold coins in exchange for a sweet and delicious ale, than to kill people in exchange for an interrogation by the legionnaires?"

The dwarf roared a racial slang curse, brandished the hammer and smashed it again, the hammer weighing dozens of pounds on the stubby arm actually made it as flexible as a thin iron bar, and the strong wind stirred up by the rapid dance was whistling and piercing, but Gawain's long sword was only lightly struck, and if there was a layer of fighting energy on it, it would eliminate the power of opening the mountain and splitting stones.

Compared to other gods, the time for the 'Guardian Hand' to be truly born as a secondary deity is still very short, which does not mean that the power is weak, as long as it becomes a part of the embodiment of the laws of the whole world, the legal power it has is absolutely undoubted. The Fighting Spirit of each Guardian Hand is far superior to other types of Fighting Qi in terms of 'Guarding' and 'Protection' attributes, and as one of the few Guardians on the West Coast, Gawain can even resist the Adamantite Blade of the War Golem, and the dwarf's hammer that can smash rocks is not much more difficult for him to deal with than the stones thrown by children.

And the basic doctrine of the Guardian Hand is to help in danger, protect life, and help each other, which is not a rigid precept and rule for every Guardian Hand Paladin, but a resonance from his own heart, so Gawain will definitely take action in the face of such a situation, and he will definitely not retreat.

But the thin man who was protected by him obviously didn't appreciate it very much, and he got up from the ground holding his bruised shoulder and was about to run into the distance, but one foot suddenly stretched out from the side and tripped, and the man immediately fell out and fell to the ground, and he wanted to get up, but this foot stepped on his chest again.

"Didn't you hear the paladin's proposal, my friend, I think it's a good idea to take some gold to soothe the wrath of this dwarven friend and save your life. Feng Yinqiu stepped on the lean man and didn't let him stand up, there was really no need to be polite to this kind of villain who ignored the help of others and just wanted to get out by himself. And this man's pants are not worn properly, sweat and snot are mixed with the dirt on the ground, and Feng Yinqiu is really reluctant to touch him with his hands.

"I... I... I don't have any money... I really don't have any money!Help!Kill someone!" The lean man didn't mean to be afraid, but swept his eyes over Gawain, and immediately struggled desperately when he saw the emblem of the guardian hand, which was a bit of a shrew.

Feng Yinqiu's feet were slightly forced, and the man was suddenly speechless, he could only gasp for breath, and at the same time desperately pull the feet on his chest with both hands, but Feng Yinqiu stepped on it as steadily as Mount Tai and did not move at all.

But the commotion on this side still spread, attracting people not far away, and a few heads appeared in the tavern over there to take a look, and after retracting a little, a group of people immediately poured out, including the merchant guards holding wine glasses and shouting loudly, and a few half-drunk dwarves, all of whom gathered around this side.

And the few soldiers who had been following and monitoring behind were also a little panicked, and they didn't bother to pay attention to it if it was a general brawl, but once these dwarves were involved, they didn't dare to be careless. These drunken barbarians are not easy to be reasonable, and when facing the human race, they are unusually grouped, and if one or two people are not handled well, they are likely to spread into a **** that affects the entire town. The soldiers sent one or two to call for reinforcements, and the others blew their guard whistles and ran towards them.

Fortunately, the situation did not deteriorate, and the dwarf's sledgehammer swung like a whirlwind, but it couldn't hit the range of Gawain's sword at all, but Gawain didn't mean to fight back at all, just simply blocked all the attacks. The surrounding dwarves did not arouse their hatred in the face of such a scene, but instead shouted and mocked the dwarf who was desperately smashing towards Gawain. The dwarf was even more furious in front of everyone, but no matter how he attacked and swung the sledgehammer like a whirlwind, he couldn't help Gawain, and could only smash it in vain on the long sword that he seemed to swing casually.

Suddenly, the dwarf stopped, ignoring Gawain, and instead turned to the dwarves who were laughing at him and shouted in the dwarven language. The dwarves over there continued to laugh at him, and then suddenly the dwarf threw down his hammer with a roar of rage and pounced on the dwarves, knocking one of the most laughing to the ground with a single punch. In the blink of an eye, several dwarves were fighting together.

The change was so sudden that even Feng Yinqiu was a little stunned. Gao Wen breathed a sigh of relief, put away his sword and said, "Fortunately, the dwarves of the Blackstone Clan over there have always been at odds with this dwarf's Fury Wind Clan, but they gave us a step down. He looked at the lean man who was trampled on by Feng Yinqiu, and said, "Don't embarrass him, he is also unintentional." They don't really make much money by going to the Northlands. ”

Feng Yinqiu's feet loosened, and the embarrassed lean man struggled to get up, looked at Feng Yinqiu with palpitations, and then bowed to Gao Wen again and again: "Thank you, Lord Holy Warrior, thank you, Lord Holy Warrior......"

The man stepped back as he spoke, and after taking a few steps back, he saw that Feng Yinqiu and Gao Wen didn't seem to have any intention of stopping him, turned around and grabbed his pants and ran away into the distance. By this time everyone had turned to look at the dwarves who were in a group, and in the distance several groups of soldiers were rushing towards them, but no one noticed that the culprit who had caused the commotion had just run away.

Gao Wen took out two gold coins from his waist, but looked at the several dwarves who were almost wrapped in each other not far away, and felt that he really couldn't find a chance to send the money over, so he had to put it away again, shook his head and said to Feng Yinqiu: "Let's go, we don't need this meeting anymore." The Guardian Hand also has a stronghold in this town, where we can go and settle down. ”

Feng Yinqiu glanced at the dwarves who were fighting very lively, and found that these short barbarians were really very restrained and tacit in a way, although they fought with each other to the flesh, and the big fists of the casserole smashed each other's heads without mercy, but they did not mean to use weapons, even if these dwarves had axes and hammers and other murder weapons hanging around their waists, it was not at all like the real fatal attack against the lean man just now.

"These dwarves... It seems that they are all very experienced warriors?" After a second look, Feng Yinqiu saw some doorways, the movements of these dwarves were actually very orderly, and the seemingly thick bucket-like body was not sluggish at all when moving and scuffling, and many times the evasion and blocking actions were as direct as instinctive reactions, and they were clearly real warriors who had gone through the test of life and death and countless actual battles.

"Of course. Gawain was not surprised by this, his expression was as usual, but there was a bit of astringency and chill in his voice. "The average natural lifespan of a dwarf is more than two hundred and fifty years, and the existing adult dwarves have basically experienced the battle of the wrath of the gods fifty years ago, and they are all true warriors who have faced the Golem Legion and the Arcane Frenzy of the Empire, and bloodied Oroyosta. ”

After fleeing the commotion far from there, the lean man returned to the small inn set by the merchant group in despair, entered his room, and fell asleep on the wooden bed.

Until this time, his mind was still muddy, and everything that had just happened made him feel inexplicable. He didn't understand that he hadn't touched a woman for a long time, and he had indeed made up his mind that he was going to be happy as soon as he came here to receive the money, but how could he be in a hurry like that, and when he saw the old prostitute on the street, he couldn't help it, and rushed over to pull him to the alley to run errands, and as a result, he made such a mess and almost lost his life.

And he is known for his staying power and fighting power, how could he be done in a few seconds on such an ugly and old prostitute? Could it be that he was really too tired along the way, or is it because he really can't get older? Fortunately, the other guys in the team were dragged to drink, and no one knew about it, or they didn't know what they would laugh at.

After making a fuss for a long time, his stomach was also hungry, so he casually took the black bread on the small table at the bedside and took a big bite, and then lay on the bed and ate it. This black bread seems to be the free food that this little inn has placed in this room for these guests to satisfy their hunger, and I don't know how many scraps of multigrain and bran are mixed together and baked, and it is so hard and tough that even if you bite it in your mouth for a long time and are soaked in saliva for a long time, it is difficult to swallow.

Shall he pour a glass of water and eat it, or simply throw away this pig-like thing and go out to eat the soft, fragrant white bread?" the thought flashed through his mind, but the soreness and fatigue of his whole body really made him not want to get up, and he felt as if he was about to fall asleep. Trying to swallow the mouthful of bread down his throat, he was going to sleep on it for a while and rest before he said anything else.

This bite of bread is really not small, and it is too hard and astringent, and I can barely swallow it in the middle of my throat. He tried a few times and found that it was completely useless, so he panicked a little, and wanted to get up to find a drink to drink, but he barely propped up his upper body and looked left and right, where would there be ready-made water in the room converted from the dormitory of the inferior soldiers? Because the feeling of suffocation came like a tide, and the darkness in front of him became heavier and heavier, and he finally couldn't hold it anymore, grabbed his throat and rolled his eyes, and fell back to the bed.

On the small window used to breathe, a lean man with a blank face looked at the bed with a final struggle and spasms. The face had been there from the beginning, but the lean man hadn't seen it, or his eyes had seen it, but for some reason he hadn't paid any attention to it.

Finally, the thin man on the bed had a purple face, rolled his eyes and stopped struggling, a foul smell came from the crotch of his pants, and the face on the window showed a somewhat disgusting expression, shook his head and disappeared.