Because it took two days to draw griffins, Carlos rested for two days in Eagle's Nest Mountain.

is no longer the life-fighting person who spared no effort to change his life against the sky, and Carlos will no longer do anything to go on a lonely road without an escort.

Anyway, there is no hurry, and it can barely be regarded as a revisit to the old land, Carlos is a rare soothing mood to enjoy the dwarven scenery.

What are Dwarven traits?

Obviously he is very small, but the architectural style is typical of big is beautiful.

As Carlos grew older, his physical development began to slow down or even stagnate. When he was in Alterac City, he had already encountered the embarrassment of going in and out to bow his head. But in the city built by the dwarves, there are no such concerns.

Rough, strong, majestic.

That's probably what dwarves are all about.

The last time I came to Eagle's Nest Mountain, the eagle's beak had not yet been carved, and now, more than half of the feather carving on the eagle's head has been completed.

Standing in the distance, the entire Eagle's Nest Mountain is lifelike, like a giant eagle standing proudly in the mountains.

Dwarves are natural stonemasons.

However, because it is too realistic, and the carving of the feather is only half completed, this creates an embarrassing situation.

The eagle in Eagle's Nest Mountain is a leprosy eagle......

"Hahahaha, it's okay to look at it up close, but it's too joyful to look at it from afar."

"Hey, this is our home!"

"Well, I'm sorry......"

"But you're right, it's really joyful, hahahaha!"

"Hahahahaha."

Johnson. Boulder, a dwarven mage, Uncle Brick's brainless fan, is also a good friend of Carlos.

The dwarf's frankness and open-mindedness won Carlos's favor, and he hasn't seen him for years, and he still does.

After symbolically preserving the honor of Eagle's Nest Mountain. Johnson. Boulder joins the ranks of teasing the bald leper eagle.

How can friends who haven't seen each other for a long time have a quick and harmonious conversation?

It is nothing more than blowing, flattering, and blackmailing others.

Having a common topic, Carlos quickly struck up a conversation with the dwarf.

There is no utilitarian purpose, and he doesn't want to talk about anything, Carlos just wants to talk to people.

So, I found a leeward place with a good scenery and two bags of wine. The atmosphere was lively.

At first, the dwarven mage gushed about the changes in Eagle's Nest, about Kudran and Furstad, about himself.

And then Johnson. The boulder wanted to hear Carlos talk about his experience.

Although Carlos's eloquence is not bad after more than ten years of training, his talent for storytelling is not high.

There were some bumps, and occasionally he couldn't find the right words and got stuck, but Carlos was talking, whether it was the dwarven mage or his guards. They all just listened very quietly, listened, heard the moon come out.

"That kid who was a little slippery back then has become a big hero."

Johnson. At the end of the story, the boulder couldn't help but admire.

"Hero, I don't think I'm not."

Perhaps because the other party was a dwarf, Carlos had a rare open heart.

"Everything I do is just for myself, my family. The people around me. I'm not that great. ”

"Isn't that enough? It doesn't matter what you think, but everything you do benefits all those who trust you. ”

Johnson. As a dwarven mage, Boulder may not have such a good talent, and he has been an intermediate mage for more than a hundred years. But as an elder who thought with his heart, he said a heart-shaking word to Carlos.

"Love your loved ones. Give it all. Kill those whom you hate, and leave no mouth alive. Carlos, you can't make everyone like you, and you can't save everyone's lives. You know what, from your story. I wanted to cry when I heard it. Because although you say that you are very snobbish, what you do is too selfless. I've seen at least a thousand humans, but you're not like them, you're not human. ”

"Oh, what am I like?"

"Sage."

"Aren't saints also human?"

Carlos asked with a smile.

"No saint shall die well."

The dwarven mage replied with a straight face.

"So, Master, what is your opinion?"

Carlos asked with a respectful bow.

"There is no opinion and nothing will be suggested to you. As friends, I hope you are doing well and that we still have some time to drink together. But as a listener, you expect more exciting stories. ”

"I'm sorry, Master Johnson, I once underestimated you."

Carlos smiled mildly and apologized honestly.

"Hahahaha, don't mind, I forgive you."

A casual conversation, a sincere exchange, made Carlos's heart feel a touch of warmth and guilt.

Trapped in a memory-knit cage of fear for too long, Carlos discovers that he has unwittingly developed a delusion of victimhood.

It seems that as long as you don't work hard, the world will be destroyed because of yourself, as if without yourself, others will achieve nothing.

Unconsciously, Carlos has gone from wanting to save the fate of his family to wanting more, fighting again and again, fighting for his life again and again. Carlos suddenly realized that he hadn't seen his mother for a long time, hadn't spoken to his two younger brothers for a long time, and hadn't written to Illucia for a long time.

Unknowingly, named Carlos. Barov's son, elder brother, younger brother, bound by a crown, became a man called "King".

Carlos returned to the inn to rest, and the dwarven mage walked on his way back to the mage tower.

Then he went into the alley and disappeared.

"Hey, there's no good end to interfering in the future, one wrong step, one wrong step."

Cancel the Transfiguration, and a dwarf girl shakes her neck.

"Egwen, I'm so confused about whether I'm helping you or hurting you."

With a snap of his fingers from the little dwarf, in the guest room of a tavern, a drunken Johnson. The boulder slowly woke up.

"Ah, my head hurts, I'll sleep again."

Two days later, Grand Lord Metz fulfilled his promise, and a team of griffons returned to Eagle's Nest Mountain from the coast.

However, looking at the exhausted griffons and the griffin knights, Carlos offered to rest for the night and leave tomorrow.

Metz had no reason to object and agreed.

That night, the observation posts set up by the Brute Hammer Dwarves in the mountains lit up with red wolf smoke, countless wild beasts wailed in the mountains, and the alarm bell of the Eagle's Nest Mountain Fortress sounded.

"What happened? Go out and make inquiries. ”

Carlos gave orders to the guards in his pajamas.

After about ten minutes, the guards returned.

"Your Majesty, dragons, red dragons, probably all the red dragons of the orcs. The dwarves said that a large number of red dragons bypassed the monitoring stations set up by the Alliance, attacked the dwarven outposts, and passed through the mountains. ”

"Do you know the destination of the tribe?"

Carlos frowned, and then a cold sweat followed, if he set off today, then he should be resting at some dwarven mountain outpost by now.

"Judging by the direction, it should be Quel'Salas."

The guard hesitated for a moment, then spoke his own judgment. (To be continued......)

PS: Go ahead and ask for a monthly pass.