Hearing Fiat's words, Rhodes was slightly interested in the two dwarves in front of him, especially about the forging of treasures, before that, Rhodes had been looking for scholars with this ability for a long time, but he had gained nothing.

Through his own observations, Rod noticed that the rank of these two dwarves was not high, only the level of the third order, which was not at all the level of a formal professional, and was far from posing any threat to Rhodes.

Behind these two dwarves, darkness has completely shrouded the underground space, and no dwarf can survive the spreading cloud of death except for them, they are the only two dwarves left in the underground space.

"I can give you a chance to live." Looking at the two dwarves in front of him, Rhodes said with interest, but in the deepest part of his eyes, there was still a coldness that could not be concealed, "But the premise is that I need you to handle a treasure for me." ”

These two dwarves, what attracted Rod's attention was naturally their ability in forging, necromancers would not deliberately study this kind of thing, in the past, if they wanted to find a forging master with this ability, they could only find a way from the scholars of Bracada, these two dwarves were also the only forging masters that Rhodes had come into contact with during this time.

Rhodes was not worried that the two dwarves would reject his proposal, believing that under the threat of death, even stubborn dwarves would change their minds as long as they recognized the current situation in front of them.

Hearing Rod's words, obvious anger appeared on the face of the younger dwarf, but after noticing the large number of corpse witches around, he finally didn't say a word, and turned to look at Fiat on the side, focusing the anger in his heart on this elf.

Compared to the young dwarf, Fried looked much more steady, his brow furrowed deeply, as if he was thinking about Rod's words, and there was a slight emotion in his expression.

"I advise you not to have any other thoughts, Moyas." Seeing the young dwarf staring at him, Fiat felt a little unnatural, "Agree to Lord Rod's request, this is the best choice you can make." ”

In the face of Fiat's persuasion, the dwarf known as Moyas had even more anger on his face, and he spat on the ground beside him, and said in a deep voice:

"A traitor never ends well."

According to the various concealment methods made by the dwarven village, the necromancers of Diya, after discovering that this place was empty, would not have imagined that those dwarves would hide under the ground, and only before these dwarves could use space spells to evacuate like other creatures.

The only people who can know this information are the creatures inside Eli, Rhodes, who appeared here at this time, plus Fiat, who is extremely respectful to him, who provided this information, even the dwarf's inflexible head can judge the approximation.

In Moyas's eyes, Fiat is undoubtedly a complete traitor, not only taking refuge in the enemy's necromancer, but also leading the necromancer to his original compatriots.

Moyas wanted to say something more, but seemed to sense something, and finally stopped talking.

Hearing Moyas's cursed words, Fiat's face was gloomy, perhaps because he was afraid that Rhodes was still beside him, Fiat didn't dare to make any drastic moves, so he looked at the dwarf.

The atmosphere in the arena became tense again, and it was Fried's words that eased the tension.

"I can work for you, whether it's forging equipment or simply handling treasures, I can do it, but only if you release my son, Moyas."

The pain of his clan's death did not ease in Fried's heart, but he had to choose once again whether to serve the enemy who had brought all this calamity, in exchange for the chance of survival of his heir, or to die with him.

Unlike the resentment in Moyas's heart, Fried knew that resentment could not solve anything, and he had to face the reality in front of him.

Driven by the emotions in his heart, Fried made what he thought was the most correct choice, to serve the enemy in exchange for the safety of his heirs, which was also the only way he could think of when he was not strong.

Through the presence of the peeping eye, Rhodes sensed that Fried's concern for Moyas was even more important than his own life, and it was not something that could be done by disguise.

"This is not good, it is already the greatest mercy to let you survive, if it weren't for the sake of you still being useful, you have already become an undead creature now, and you are not qualified to negotiate conditions with me."

Naturally, Rhodes would not agree to Fried's request, as he said, the current Fried is not qualified to put forward any conditions at all.

The existence of Moyas is undoubtedly the best restriction for Fried, with the hostages in hand, many things will be much more convenient, and there is no need to worry about Fried making any abnormal moves throughout the process.

What's more, at this time, Moyas had already seen the fact that Fiat had betrayed Erie, and letting him go would only spread the news, and the information provided by Fiat would be useless for a long time.

Even without Moyas, the information provided by Fiat would soon become outdated, and when the news of the attack on the dwarven village that had been moved underground spread, all the creatures of the Eri would realize that there was a traitor within them, and the information would no longer be credible.

Based on the above circumstances, Rod naturally would not let Moyas go, and Rod did not care about the thoughts of the two dwarves.

"Great necromancer, I beg you, regardless of identity and position, just in the name of a father, please let Moyas go."

"In your eyes, Moyas is just an inconsequential little character, he is not good at blacksmithing, he doesn't have anything you need, but he is my everything, I can feel all his emotions, all his thoughts, he is the continuation of my life."

"I promise you that I will forge everything you ask for with my heart, and Moyas will not reveal any information, so please let him go."

Moyas on the side, hearing Fried's words, only felt an indescribable emotion in his heart, the previous resentment for the necromancer to bring all this, gradually turned into a kind of grief in his heart, the only thing that did not change was the resentment of the elf on the side, if it wasn't for his move to join the necromancer, all this might not have happened.