In the low and narrow grass hut of the chief of the dwarf tribe, the five members of the 'Super Bull Squad' are huddled in one place and are waiting for the chief's instructions, because every hundred years, there will be a 'god son' coming, so there will always be one or two wise people in the 'remnants' tribe of the illusion who are familiar with the common language on the continent today, and there is no obstacle to communication, and it just so happens that the chief of this tribe is one of them. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It turned out that this dwarf tribe only belonged to a small part of the 'remnants', and there was a reason why the dwarfs with improvised weapons desperately besieged the 'demon flower', because the 'demon flower' only grew at the entrance of the mountain in the past few days, and it had already overturned more than a dozen dwarfs who went up the mountain to pick fruits, so the chief decided to get rid of it at all costs, fortunately, Haoran and others arrived in time, otherwise the dwarfs would suffer heavy losses in this war.

Haoran and the others in the grass hut listened to the nagging of the chieftain, and looked at the most powerful old man in the tribe, only to see that he was shorter than the young and strong people in those tribes, and the wrinkles on his face looked like an elderly cat face, and his face was painted with a lot of oil paint, which really looked like the mouth of a child. 'Flower-faced cat', the colorful feather goose feather on the top of his head is taller than his stature, which is the honor of the wisest elder in the tribe, and he also holds an ebony staff that symbolizes power, and the body of the staff is carved with a cyan double snake spitting snake letters, which looks mysterious and inviolable, and he is covered with an unknown brown animal skin, and then look at the abdomen, it is lying together in a regular manner...... Nima, it turned out that the old chief was asleep.

Haoran looked at the chief who was still talking to them just now, and now he was sleeping sweetly, and he pursed his lips and didn't dare to bother, "For the sake of the trial, brother bear with me!"

The witch, on the other hand, was a little cramped in this small space, obviously not used to being crowded with people.

The saint was also trying to turn her head towards the crack in the wooden wall, hoping to get some fresh air, no way, Cooper probably hadn't taken a shower in more than thirty years, and the smell of alcohol and sweat from his body could smoke any normal human to death.

Sophie is also pinching her nose with one hand and fanning her face with the other, hoping to drive away this 'intoxicating' smell.

Drowsiness is probably contagious, and the pride of the dwarves --- Prince Cooper became drowsy when he saw the chief asleep......

After about a quarter of an hour, "Ah~ People are old, and their spirits are not enough, this accident, they fell asleep, let the 'gods' wait for a long time, right?" The chief finally let out a long breath and woke up, looking at the four bitter 'gods' in front of him and asked softly, the chief is really old, and he didn't react for a while Why is there one less person in his grass hut.

He woke up Cooper, who was lying on the ground drooling, and he hurriedly asked, "What's the situation?" He was afraid that he would miss some important information when he fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes, his teammates were looking at him like idiots, and he realized that he was grabbing the chief's shriveled little black legs with both hands, and they were already covered with saliva, which frightened Cooper, and he was busy putting the chief's little short legs back to the ground respectfully, and couldn't help but be afraid, and secretly thought: "It's too suspenseful, I just felt a little strange when I gnawed on the wild boar's thigh in my sleep, why is this pig's leg full of bones and no meat, it turns out that this is the chief's little thin leg, if I bite on it, I'm afraid it's a trial, it's nothing, right?" Thinking of this, Cooper's bronzed face couldn't help but turn red, and he couldn't see it because of his thick beard, otherwise he would have wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

However, the chief didn't seem to notice that his calves had almost become the 'game' of the 'god son' in his eyes, but took out a map of animal skins from the box beside him, and opened the map with his thin little hands tremblingly and motioned for several people to come forward to watch, but as a result, the five heads of several people were in a hurry, and then they all shrunk their necks back, only Haoran rubbed his head and looked at the map that the chief showed him.

The map looks a little bit old, and even the beast blood used for drawing on it has shown signs of shedding and is mottled, but it still shows several important pieces of information, that is, the location of this tribe, and then crossed a river, and there is a cave in the mountains on the opposite bank, where the chief's shriveled finger is poked, and then he said to Haoran: "Dear 'Divine Son', please allow old Ulla to make a request, please save our tribe." ”

"Please!"

"Our tribe used to mine 'Thoryin' in this cave and sell it to other nearby tribes for sharp weapons and sturdy leather armor, which the warriors of the tribe could equip to hunt and feed their tribesmen in the woods, and our tribe was one of the largest in the nearby villages. ”

"But since 500 years ago, for some reason, a group of undead skeletons appeared in this mine, they occupied it, and several generations of our ancestors went to retake the mine but suffered heavy losses, and we also used the only remaining batch of 'Thur Silver' to go to the neighboring tribes to move rescuers, but after a few defeats, those tribes refused to come to help us. Hey~" Speaking of this, the old chief sighed helplessly and then continued: "In this way, almost all the weapons and equipment that our clan exchanged for before were put into it, and we have not been able to recapture the mine we rely on for survival, and several batches of 'god sons' have arrived here in the past five hundred years, but without exception, they have not been able to help our tribe recapture this mine, although they know that it is impossible, but please forgive Lao Ulla's extravagant hope, you are the only hope of our entire clan." The chief took Haoran's hand and pleaded.

It seems that if you don't help, you want to get any useful information from the mouth of this old chief, so you can only accept this temporary task, Haoran asked for the opinions of his teammates with his eyes, and saw that they all nodded in agreement before he said loudly: "Old chief, please rest assured, we will definitely help you retake this mine, I promise!" Of course, Haoran is also selfish, before coming here, his unscrupulous senior brother and headmaster Medder gave him a death order, and he must get a batch. 'Magic Thoryin' go back, and these 'Thorsilver Ore' that have not been processed by the alchemist are the raw ore of 'Magic Thoryin'.

This is really 'stepping on the iron shoes and nowhere to find, it takes no effort to get it', this kind of thing that kills two birds with one stone is the most willing to do, a few people can no longer stand Cooper's 'breath' and the smell of sweat on his body in the chief's nagging, and directly broke the door and rushed out of the aggrieved little grass hut, and when they arrived outside, a few people breathed the intoxicating fresh air without image.

And Hao Ran couldn't help but think viciously: "Next time there is a situation, throw Cooper directly over, I think his impressive 'bad breath' should be able to have the same effect as a 'biological weapon'!" ......