"Rum! Rum! How many times have I said it! I want rum from the Duchy of Solan! Those nobles of the Kaia Empire have stuffed their brains in their ass, and all they have in their bottles is the stench of toilets!"

A middle-aged dwarf was holding a cigarette in his mouth, covered in oil, and his short and thick fingers slapped the silver coin on the counter, and his deep voice drowned out the tavern singing.

"Hey, is this a theater? You drunks can't go and sing anywhere else?"

"Kanks, listen to me, you're a drunkard too, besides, I drank the last bottle of Solan rum here yesterday, and what you're going to do now is not spend silver coins here, but at the door of your wife's delivery room, isn't it?"

A young female dwarf walked up to the side, patted the drunken man on the shoulder, and drew the silver coin back.

"Oh...... Yes, yes, I'm here to accompany my wife to give birth, you're right, Evnie. ”

The drunken man left his seat fluttering under his feet and walked out of the tavern with a swaying body.

Evernie sat down in his seat and greeted the bartender.

"A glass of Solan rum!"

"I'm sorry Evnie, you're telling the truth, you drank the last bottle yesterday, and the new batch won't arrive until three days later. ”

"Hell, I didn't need this reason if I knew I wouldn't have to, so I had a glass of Nanlu Ice Wine. ”

"Just, add an extra slice of lemon, to be honest, I'm a little worried about Kanks, he's completely unprepared to be a father, and he's drinking like this here. ”

Evernie took the glass and smiled, "Didn't you sell it to him too?" ”

The bartender left laughing, he still had a lot of guests to entertain, and as Evernie said, the dwarven paranoia about fine wine was one of the few hobbies of the race.

Nanlu Icewine does not really have ice, but fruit wine made by orcs, plus ice stones mined in the ice stone mines in the extreme south of the Dwarven Kingdom.

The thumb-sized ice stone is mixed with the liquor, which not only lowers the temperature for a short time, but also has a special sweetness inside.

Sipsing a sip of orange-yellow ice wine, Evernie looked around, trying to find someone to connect with.

The dwarven tavern was always full of noise and smoke, and I didn't know that I thought there was a coal and steel mill in it.

"Evnie, I've heard that you've been expelled from the Turin Academy in the Holy Mountain, they don't know anything, you're the smartest dwarf in our town!"

The glass was slammed on the table, and Evernie pulled out the ice stone and smashed it into the crowd.

"If I quit school by myself, I will drop out of school by myself! curse you to be favored by the star god, and the cigarette butt will burn your beard!"

Young Evernie was panting and causing everyone to laugh, and this was the daily life of the dwarves, good wine, striking iron, relaxed, pleasant.

"Ice wine without ice stones is the same as horse urine, I think you are at a loss, two glasses of ice wine, thank you. ”

A man in a cap sat down at some point and pushed over two silver coins.

"You're late, you humans are always so unpunctual. Evernie said.

"I'll assume you're complaining that the batch of Solan rum isn't good enough, and that's what you want. ”

The man pulled an envelope out of his coat and pushed it to Evnie.

"The relics of an old hunter of the tiger man, who has wandered in that mountain for half his life, and almost all the safe routes can be found on this map. ”

"Including the inner area?"

"What are you kidding, who will make it out of the inner zone alive? I advise you not to take this risk, where there are too many humans and orcs to go missing every year. ”

"Would you like to go along, as a great adventurer. ”

The man shook his head, drank a full glass of ice wine, got up and walked out, a little worried in his eyebrows.

"If you can come out alive, next time, my hometown has suffered a severe flood, and the whole west coast has become a Ze country, and I have to go back and see. ”

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......

In the early morning, the horse's hooves break the silence, and as the best horse in town, you can hear it from the sound alone.

"Uncle Pierce, I'll bring it back safely, father and mother, don't worry, I'm just rescuing on the periphery, I think the orc brothers must be in need of help right now. ”

Evernie boarded the carriage, said goodbye to her loved ones, and slowly disappeared into the morning mist.

Holding the reins in her hand and praying sincerely to the star god in her heart, she didn't mean to lie, but if it wasn't for the excuse to rescue, her parents would not have agreed to her trip at all.

A month ago, a major earthquake struck the mountains in the southeastern part of the Southern Continent, and if it were elsewhere, she would at most take out her small coffers during the fundraising process as a greeting to her orc brothers.

But the mountains of the southeast were different, there was a dead land, a place of death that was forever haunted by ghosts, and when she was a child, the most heard legend was that there was a connection to hell......

She was the first dwarf in the town to be admitted to the Turin Academy of the Holy Mountain for the first time in decades, the second most sacred place in the north and south after the Academy of Avos.

Unfortunately, she was expelled, and the so-called withdrawal from school was just the last trace of affection left by the academy for her.

As for why, the reason is simple, she blew up the academy.

She had good grades, she had been the first in her class, but she was also the most unruly student in the college, and she once pointed to the rubbings displayed in the museum and shouted that the galaxy map on the dwarven ancestral relics didn't make sense.

He also struggled to pursue the legendary magic seal, but was despised by the Great Guide and the Great Foundry.

Such a mischievous student has repeatedly touched the bottom line of the academy, and it is good that the explosion luckily blew her home.

In the evening, while resting on the side of the road, Evernie took out dry food and roasted it on the fire, and the arrival of winter made sleeping in the wilderness not as cool as adventurers would say.

She vividly remembered the day she left the academy, the head of the academy, the chief foundry of the dwarven kingdom, who scolded her, disappointed in her lack of work.

But she didn't forget to be in the dean's office, and she also pointed to the dean's nose and said loudly that she would definitely find what the dwarves had lost.

But what did the dwarf lose? Evernie didn't know, it was just a casual retort in her anger.

In the warmth of the firelight, Avnie opened the book she was carrying, a large head wider than her chest, filled with notes and scribbled drawings.

There are not many descriptions of the southeastern mountains, whether orcs or dwarves, except that it has always been a dead land, and even the surrounding flora and fauna are slightly different from the outside world.

It is divided into the outer and inner districts, with the outer districts being a paradise for scholars and adventurers, but more often than not, their graves.

No one knows what it looks like in the inner area, because no one has ever come out of it alive, even hundreds of years ago, when the Western Continent was not yet closed, and the elves could still walk in the north and south of the continent.

Unlike other dwarves, Evernie only likes to stay in her hometown, and if it weren't for the restraint of her parents, she would have preferred to go out and see things she hadn't seen.

At the same time, she is also convinced that in dwarven legends, there is a magic seal that can produce great power, and it is said that it is the mark left by the star god when he wielded a hammer when casting stars, and fell on the earth.

So she had to go to the land of the dead, the dwarves are a powerful race that lives with the orcs in the southern continent, why are the relics of the last era excavated about the orcs?

Evernie didn't believe that maybe there was an answer in that dead land.