Diablo's Destruction Miè Chapter 446 Father and Son

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The palace is wide. It has not shrunk in the slightest because of the size of the dwarf. Stand inside. Look up. The tall roof makes people dizzy. And the sound of footsteps of the stiff leather straight boots on the hard yellowstone slabs. It reverberates in the emptiness. A sense of insignificance arises.

On the steps of the main hall. We finally saw the goal of this trip. The old man of Tualatin. Dwarven King Muradin. He sat firmly on the throne in the center of the steps. There are also five smaller seats on each side. It's all empty. There were no sitting.

I thought for a moment. Immediately understood. Ten seats on either side. It is for the ten dwarven elders below the dwarven king to sit.

The high-rise system of the dwarves. It's kind of like a parliamentary system. Although the rights of the dwarves are the greatest. But in matters of great concern, it is also necessary to consult with the other ten elders to decide. And the character of the dwarves. I don't really value power very much. Therefore to the original world. For a small official position, you can intrigue with each other. Brothers against each other. Fight to the death. Compared to this throne. I'm afraid that many dwarves are willing to devote their energies to the smelting of iron, which they love.

So. It is not uncommon to see such a scene in the dwarven palace: a major event that must be voted on by a general vote. In less than a few minutes after the dwarf king mentioned yì, a unanimous resolution was reached. And for most of the next day. The head of these eleven dwarves is blushing and having a thick neck because of some trivial things in life. Even at the expense of a big fight.

Ahem. Far from it. In a word. If you can ignore the paranoid and stubborn character of the dwarves. Most of them are still quite cute. Correct. Just most of ......

Dwarven King Muradin. The body of the winter is generally low. Sit on the top throne. The little short legs can't even touch the face. Dangling in mid-air, it looks a little slippery.

But. He has a high-ranking aura that he has tempered as a king. The expression is not angry and arrogant. People can't help but be in awe, and don't dare to look down on it in the slightest.

This kind of lofty momentum. It can also be felt in Akara Kane Farah. Even the old drunkard Kasha. It can also be like the Wang Baqi of the protagonist of some novels. At critical moments, it can always be shocked. Release a little bit to come out.

But there are no exceptions. I'm just ignoring it.

Therefore. The dwarven king Muradin, is in my eyes. In fact, it is a big winter melon printed in a mold with Tulatin, if it is said that he is brothers. No one would fail to believe it.

Of course. He has a bad personality that is said to be comparable to that of Farah the miser. I didn't forget about jì. Woke up twelve points of spirit and met Muradin's grim gaze.

"Known as the Continental Gemini. The youngest elder of the Human Alliance. Druid Wu Fan. It's you? ”

Dwarves have broad faces and large noses. The neck is thick and short. So he always speaks with a nasal voice of urn sound. Muradin's dull voice, on the other hand, contained sharpness. Although it is a doubt. But the tone is undeniable.

“……”

Tualatin, the old dwarf, looked at me in astonishment. Seems to be saying. Wow, why didn't I know you kid had such a title?

"That's right. Alliance Elder Wu Fan. I have seen the dwarf king Xià. ”

I bowed and smiled. own name. Among the civilians and adventurers. It's not too famous. But among the high-level leaders of the major races, it is familiar to everyone, after all, the continental twin stars. It's not as widespread as the three masters and the four heavenly kings, and there is not one for thousands of years. Not to mention a pair. Not to mention this one. There will be a marriage in the near future. It's hard not to get the attention of these kings.

As for the dwarven prince of Tualadin. It's just that he doesn't have the consciousness of a child at all. I'm always working on something weird. It's a matter of course not to know.

Muradin gave me a few glances. Cast your eyes on Linya, who was a little further back next to me. Dumbfounded. His expression gradually softened. Those old faces huddled in oil brown. Some cloudy eyes. Revealing a hint of remembrance.

"You're Raphael's grandson, like ......"

He kept nodding his head. Muttered to himself. Doesn't give us a chance to speak at all. Linya also bowed lightly and generously. With a kind smile like a spring wind. And did not interrupt Muradin's memories.

"It turned out to be a flicker. It's been more than 60 years......"

Muradin's infinite sigh of emotion. Even dwarves with a longer lifespan. And how many sixty years? That has faded away Zhaohua and youth. A good old day. But it's gone.

Muradin's face at the moment. It clearly tells a heavy vicissitudes.

At last. He set his sights on his unfilial son. It's another change. Not the sharpness when he looked at me. It's not looking at Linya's kindness and kindness. It's a rage.

"You bastard. Do you still know to come back? Why don't you die? Why don't you let those monsters tie you to a pillar and fry you with a knife? I'm about to lose my face by you!!"

Sweat!!

I thought Muradin's words were violent. Unexpectedly, his eyes were on Tualatin. His cousin made us just fall headlong.

Just now when Muradin was talking to me. Tualadin was already looking bored. Restless hands clasped to chest. Whistle every now and then. The unscrupulous gaze is clearly saying: You are very wordy. Hurry up, okay?

And when he was scolded. This guy is even dirtier with his thick index finger. Digging thick nostrils. Then pulled out a black mess of goo. Flick it gently. I almost couldn't help but immediately slander him in the name of the World Health Organization.

Facing his father's anger. He yawned boredly. Squinted at each other.

"Don't worry. Dead old man. I'm not dead when you're dead. ”

“……”

Is this the back wave of the Yangtze River pushing the front wave? Or is it that the "tiger" father has no dog son?

"Don't give me any face in front of the guests? This time, I have to teach you a good lesson. ”

In our dull gaze. This father and son, who have a strange relationship, have already scolded each other as if no one was around. Muradin's feet kicked. Jump straight from the throne. Strike Turadin in a pose of a roc spreading its wings and fly over. It's quite a bit of a martial arts master. It's just the size of the dwarf dun. I can't stick to it with a pleasant eye.

"I don't remember that you still have face."

Face the old man's threat. Latin was not afraid to meet him. Two fat winter melons scuffle into a ball. You pinched my old face. Pull your beard, you dare to stick in my eyes. I'll pick your nostrils.

"Bastard thing. Don't think I don't know what you're doing in the Demon Fortress. You scumbag!! ”

That's right, that's right. Tualatin Old Shorty. I didn't just make some pseudo-artifacts to fool people. Materials are not cheap. The finished product is scrapped. The end is to waste resources and not to do business. and harm others and not themselves. It's time to play.

I was secretly cheering for Mudin on the sidelines. And secretly took out the engram. Record this scene and wait until it is back to Rogge. Negotiate the price with Farah, who is Muradin's old rival. I believe that even Rogge is the first to pick |. I would never mind bleeding once. Buy engrams filled with images of your old rival's "heroic" appearances.

Of course. A great show by the miser and Kane. I also have a record as long as the price offered by Muradins will make me good

I wouldn't mind making a copy of it either......

Tualatin is not soft material either. The hand and the mouth are very good. He had just finished speaking. And he went on.

"Who are you to say about me? Don't think I didn't know you were missing fusion materials last time. So he took down the golden handrail on the throne and used it as material. Then replace it with a gold-plated ......"

“……”

This old one should not be underestimated. My eyes blurred. Looking at Muradin's back, it was already faintly overlapping with Farah.

"You know. That handrail has already been dropped by your grandfather. I took it back and saw that it was gold-plated......"

This family......

"Neither of you is a good thing..."

No, no, no, none of you three are good Western ......

complained infinitely on the side for a long time about this father-son war. After all, it is stronger than the strength. The more experienced Muradins won. Twist and tie the Tualatin into a real big winter melon. But he wasn't much better. There were a few bruises on his face.

"You three come all the way. I guess I'm tired. This stinky boy must have taken you down that path again. ”

"Punishment?"

My questioning tone was a few beats higher. At the same time, with a sinister gaze, he looked at the old winter melon Tulatin rolling around on it.

"That's right. The dwarven warrior made a mistake. You have to go back and forth from the penalty road. as a punishment. ”

Anger!!

This moment. The three of us were not good at the same time, and we set our eyes on Tualdin. If it weren't for the presence of his father, Muradin. I'm afraid it's Linya with the best temperament. You have to go up and kick it a few times.

Think about it though. I still don't admire this dwarf's ability to harm others and benefit himself. For the purpose of prank. Drag us into the water. He even hitched himself up. It's a little bit ruthless to "deceive others and deceive yourself first".

Look at how late it is. Mudin summoned a few dwarven warriors. Arrange accommodation for us in the royal palace. Then dragged Tualdin, who was desperately twisting and struggling like a maggot. The fart ran away. Let's marvel at the wonders of this world. Even such a father-son relationship can exist.

Casually made do for one night. Early the next morning. We were summoned again by Muradin. Tualadin also stood beside him. Eyebrows swielding at us. But it's a lot better than yesterday. It seems that he has been cleaned up last night.

"About your purpose this time. I had already received a notice from Akara. In this time of crisis. We dwarves would love to reconcile with humanity. A few rules, though. Let's discuss it first. ”

said. His gaze fell on Linya. It is clear that she is the person in charge of this negotiation. And I'm just a part-time bodyguard in the name of the boss.

"Although you are the granddaughter of Ral. But. Don't think about giving in to our dwarves. ”

"Of course. Honorable Dwarf King Xià. Although my grandmother is the person I respect the most. But we are Edward's house. Definitely will not put their own strength. In the glory of any one. ”

Linya bowed generously. The nobility on the face. Elegant. Sagacious. Take it easy. A calm and friendly smile. I can hardly believe it. She turned out to be the one who was often shy and blushing in front of herself. The little girl next door who shows the charming and loving posture of a little woman.

"That's a good point."

Muradin slapped his palm. Obviously, it is the temperament of Linya's women who do not let the eyebrows be shaved. I like it very much.

"Damn. Dead old man. Where are you shooting?! ”

Stand aside. Turadin, who was slapped away by Muradin's palm, was furious.

"Only. Still in trouble......"

Muradin simply ignored his son's existence. Instead, he sighed. With his soft sigh. The air also seemed a little heavier. Let people know. His next words weren't meant to be a joke.

"It's a pity. If you've been looking for another year and a half. Maybe things will be settled soon. The ...... of the current word"

"What happened to the dwarves?" Look at Tulatin's stuttering appearance. I had a bad feeling in my heart.

The man's seventh sense sues me. The protagonist's "nothing is small." small things turn into big ones". Started again.

"Not bad. It's really a big problem. He said. Mudin gestured to the seats on either side of him. Asked.

"You're not curious. The ten elders who were supposed to be with me to greet you. Where exactly did it go? ”

Belch. Honestly. I wasn't curious at all. Who knows what your dwarven hospitality customs are?

But. Muradin asked. I had no choice but to cooperate and look interested and nodded.

"Actually. It's our other dwarven villages that have a problem. Ten Elders. All have taken with them a large number of valiant dwarven warriors. I went to help. ”

"Support?"

Oh, my God. Why is my man's seventh sense always so precise? Did you make me guess wrong once and die?!!

"That's right. It was probably more than half a year ago. A small village that was originally peaceful. Suddenly attacked by a large number of monsters. The casualties were significant. And that's not all. Since then. Those monsters. The quantity is like there is no end. Constantly attacking our villages. Let's burn out. Exhausted. ”

said. He glared fiercely at Tualadin beside him. Probably blamed the clan for such a big thing. He is still nesting in the fortress of demons. And Tualadin lowered his head with difficulty.

"You probably know. Such a big thing as an alliance with humanity. I can't be the master alone. Wait for the other ten elders to come forward. A decision can only be made by a joint vote. So ......"

After speaking. Muradin gave them a helpless look.

Linya and I looked at each other. Coming along the way. We hid in the little tent and wrenched our fingers. Turn your brain and do a lot of calculations. After coming to the Dwarven King City, all kinds of accidents that may occur have been cleared. Then analyze how to cope. But I just didn't expect this situation.

It felt like a punch that had been gathering momentum for a long time. Beat on cotton. In vain. Sure enough, people are not as good as heaven.

The first hand in this negotiation. It was originally in the hands of Muradin. So. We all looked at him. Let's see what he has to say.

"I think so. Matters relating to the terms of this alliance. Let's talk about it first. Get a draft. Then wait for a while. Ten elders returned. Discuss and decide immediately. ”

Muradin, presumably, had already decided. So I didn't even think about it. Just said directly.

It seems that in addition to this. There is no better way. Linya and I nodded. I was a little depressed in my heart.

Monster. When will it be repulsed. The ten elders. When will I be back? We don't want to stay here for a year and a half.

It's still tragic. When did Akara confess? Why can't I take my tragic aura into account?

Convention. The next shift is in Ling, and the W Party has a heavy burden on Xiao Qi. Uh-huh~~

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