"All the screening, decomposition, washing, smelting, etc., are in this hole**." Berg respectfully guided Locke forward.

Standing in this empty, bright primitive cave**, Locke didn't feel any dullness. He observed the torches on the walls around him, the flames swaying in one direction.

Obviously, there is a well-ventilated area.

"Look, Great Lord, this is a gold mine. This! This is the iron ore we commonly use. Here, it's a copper mine! Berg diligently walked up and down the empty cavern, and everywhere he guided there was a pile of ore that reached the top of the cave.

The height of the cave is estimated by Locke, or more than 30 feet. Except for the passages in and out, and the floors being carved and smoothed, the rest is pristine. Bare rocks and oddly shaped protrusions are everywhere.

"Look, Great Lord. This is Thoryin," said Berg, who came to Locke with a cloud of ore with a green glow at the edges, "and this mineral is scarce, and it is all mixed in proportion to the officer's armor. ”

For minerals, Locke was not interested. In fact, he didn't understand it very well, and he guess Berg in front of him didn't understand either. The reason why Berg was in a hurry to find himself and say these things was probably because he was afraid that he would forget them, and it was very likely that he had studied temporarily and came to ask for credit in front of him.

"Good, you're doing a great job." Locke smiled and nodded, and had a certain positive attitude towards the efforts made by his subordinates, whether good or bad. This is the management experience that Locke pondered, if you come up and discourage their enthusiasm with a stick, then who will do the work for you in the future?

"It's all well led by the Great Lord."

Berg's flattering words made Shiloh and Bridget, who were behind Locke, look disgusted. They weren't going to say that like him.

Maybe Bridget will say, does this have anything to do with you Locke? Which one didn't we make it ourselves?

The procession continued on its way through a wide walkway that could accommodate two large carriages side by side. Locke suddenly discovers that he has arrived in an underground city that resembles a dwarf-style!

Straight out of the rock walls on both sides, dwarven thick, angular buildings appeared on both sides of the wide road! They stretched to the end of the road in a burst!

"This is the work of that dwarven craftsman?" Locke looked at it a little dumbfounded, this place was very similar to the streets of Ironforge Castle in the previous life! Locke even found an inn with beer on it, as well as several blacksmith shops and grocery stores related to blacksmithing!

"Such a great lord," Berg asked, bewildered, as he stepped forward, "shortly after you left, a group of dwarves crossed the Alterac Valley, and they sought our help on the eastern shore of Lake Lordamere. And they mentioned your name. The commander stationed there did not dare to be careless, so he contacted us. ”

"They said they fought alongside you, they said you flew away with a group of people in a blue-headed dragon." Berg asked cautiously, "Is this true?" Great Lord? ”

Oh... It turned out to be the dwarves.

Locke instantly remembered Roki, who had died in the Alteran Mountains, and the group of dwarven prospectors from the Eagle's Nest. In fact, he did tell them about his situation.

At that time, he just casually mentioned that if they came to their territory, he would definitely help them and give them the mountains where they lived.

The Holy Light is above, and I was really talking nonsense at that time! I didn't expect this group of dwarves to take it seriously!

"Yes, if the dwarves really say so. Then we are indeed comrades-in-arms. Locke couldn't help but laugh, the near-adventurous journey he remembered vividly...

"Oh, that's good!" Berg's heart relaxed, and he smiled and said, "Because we don't know these things very well, we thought it was made up by the dwarf." ”

"Well, he opened a blacksmith shop there."

Following where Berg was pointing, Locke strode over happily, and it was always a pleasure to be reunited with the old man.

"Hain Iron Felt! Are you absent? I'm Baron Berg! Berg shouted at the slightly low blacksmith shop.

Locke looked at the house that was dug out of the cave wall, and at the height of this house, if ordinary people wanted to enter through the main entrance, they would have to lower their heads.

"Oh, hell! Berg, you vampire! It's not time to pay your taxes yet?! Why did you come here all of a sudden?! A gruff dwarven voice came from within, followed by a series of iron strikes from something still out.

Berg touched his nose and turned to look at Locke in embarrassment, Locke smiled and motioned for him to continue, Berg cleared his throat and continued in what he thought was a friendly voice, "I'm here with your guest!" Really, we're going in now! ”

Perhaps it was because Berg had been in the position of civil magistrate of the city of Iva for a long time, and he spoke in a tone that was extremely uncomfortable, as if everyone should do what he was told. Of course, the tone in which he speaks to others is like this, and that is another story for Locke.

"Humph! Come on in! I don't promise I'll smash your toes with a hammer! ”

Berg shrugged his shoulders helplessly at Locke, who laughed, and he told Berg and the others to step back, and he walked in first.

As a result, the height of the room was much higher than it looked from the outside, at least Locke was able to straighten up. To his surprise, the house was pulled inside, and to the left of the front counter, there were stone stairs leading to the second floor. And inside the counter on the first floor, there is also a passage leading inside.

The entire outer blacksmith room is 4 meters wide, but it is full of weapons, making it look a little cramped. The closets taken out of the left and right walls, as well as the swords and shields hanging all over the walls, make people feel like they are in a world of weapons.

"You're not Berg? Who are you? Buddy? ”

When Locke finally saw the black dwarf standing in front of the counter, the dwarf threw away the sledgehammer in his hand. Then he put down the big horn helmet on his head.

Two large yellow braids extended from the sides of the dwarf's head, greasy hair, and a face covered in black smudges. But even so, Locke recognized him.

"Ah, you must be the guest of the vampire of Berg," the dwarf hurriedly threw down all his weapons, rubbing his hands together and embarrassed, "ha, please look at it, I have here the hardest shield in the city, and the sharpest weapon." And the most..."

"Hain? You don't know me anymore? Locke interrupted the dwarf, and he stood there with a smile on his face.

The dwarf was stunned for a moment, and then he muttered a few times, "Why does everyone come to know me?" Is it another liar? ”

"Oh, guest. The light here is not brighter than outside, and I can't see your face clearly. Hain took two steps forward to Locke and said, "Squat down and let me take a good look." ”

Locke crouched down, smiling at the puzzled dwarf.

"How do I think you're familiar? Where do you think you've seen it? The dwarf looked at Locke with his round eyes wide open and yellow pupils, "Where do we really seem to have met?" ”

"Huh, big man? Do you remember? Locke reminded with a smile.

"Big man?" The dwarf said suspiciously, "Big man? Big?? Big... Child?!!! ”

"Aha! It's you, big man! The dwarf quickly remembered and looked at Locke in surprise, "You changed your clothes, I almost don't recognize you!" ”

"Come on, come on, sit down! I've got Kody's ale here! I'll get you a cup! The dwarf swooped down the stairs to the left of the counter, stumbling to the second floor, saying as he went, "Wait for me, big man!" We dwarves are very welcoming......"

The sound of cups and plates falling to the ground sounded above, and Locke looked at it with a wry smile. It didn't take long for Hain to take an earth-colored jar and several cups half the length of Locke's forearm and rush down.

"Come on! A toast to our reunion again! The dwarf quickly poured the wine from the jar into the cup, and he pushed it towards Locke, and drank it himself.

"For our side by side in the Alterac Mountains! Cheers again! ”

As soon as Locke had finished drinking the wine, the dwarf couldn't wait to pour another glass and fill it for him.

"One more drink for us to escape from the dragon's mouth!"

Although the taste of the ale wine is okay, the degree is not great. But as soon as he came, he drank half a gallon, and Locke said that his bladder was a little unbearable.

He casually put down the cup in his hand, and after the dwarf Hain drank the wine in the cup as if he was having fun, Locke hurriedly stopped the dwarf from pouring the wine again.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Man, I'm looking for you to catch up. I didn't want to see a drunken dwarf pull me into the harvest dance. ”

"Hah, big man. I won't be guilty of drinking all the ale here! Still, Hain carefully placed the jar of ale in the corner.

"Alright," the dwarf casually wiped his mouth with his dirty oil-stained sleeve, and he looked up at Locke suspiciously, "Big man, what kind of person are you here?" ”

"I asked all the officials here, but they didn't tell us. And when I asked the people who asked us to buy weapons, they said that I couldn't know the owner of this territory?! ”

Locke laughed lightly, this kind of behavior to explain his status, Locke would not normally respond. Because there will always be people like Berg who speak for themselves.

"As I told you in the Alterac Mountains, I own a territory in Iva ." Locke picked up his glass and drank it and looked at the puzzled dwarf with a smile. "As they say, I am the owner of this territory."

"Oh! Hammer on top! Hain looked at Locke in surprise, he stretched out his finger, pointed to everything around him, and said to Locke, "You mean, everything here is yours?" ”

Then, without waiting for Locke to speak, the dwarf continued in surprise, "We all thought that you only owned a small piece of territory. ”