In order to keep their heads above water at all times, under normal circumstances, magicians generally do not touch things like alcohol and cigarettes. Even if some magicians are unfortunate enough to become smoking, they will try to make tobacco from magical plants that do not have adverse effects on the body, and the smoke from these tobaccos usually does not cause any irritation to the respiratory tract of others.

Therefore, Aisha, who had never smelled such a rush since she was a child, suddenly coughed again and again in this thick smoke.

Before the embarrassed Witt Cast Iron put down his cigarette stick, Aisha quickly unleashed a magic trick that allowed the wind elementals to bring fresh air to her.

Aisha, who had recovered her strength, gave Witt Cast Iron a blank look, and then said solemnly: "My lord, do you have anything to do with me?" ”

Seeing that Aisha had eliminated the bad effects of smoke in her own way, Witte Cast Iron continued to smoke with peace of mind. After Meimei spat out a large smoke ring, Witte Cast Iron said solemnly: "That's the case, I have a little disagreement with my stupid son. ”

Hearing what Daddy said, in addition to the fact that his hair and beard were not white, Lott Cast Iron, which was almost carved out of the same mold as his own father, pursed his lips very disdainfully, but did not open his mouth to refute anything.

My own son, I still have to give this face!

After slanting a glance at his own rabbit cub, Witt Cast Iron said with a smile, "Long before you came here, I sent a letter asking for help to my compatriots in the Crucible. It's a pity that because Crucible City has also been attacked by demons, and the place is really far from here, it will take another two days for the promised reinforcements to arrive. ”

"Even with reinforcements from the Crucible, we are still not strong enough, so after some careful consideration, I have decided to extend an invitation to the Gnome Clan to form an alliance."

"It was also in this matter of choice that my son and I had a disagreement."

At this point, Werther Cast Iron put down his cigarette stick and said very seriously, "Who else but me can represent the Cast Iron Castle?" Therefore, having me as the envoy of the visit is the most sincere expression! ”

"Come on!"

Lott Cast Iron, who had been smoking silently, finally couldn't help it: "As far as your old arms and legs, if something goes wrong on the road, thus delaying the alliance with the dwarf clan, then it will be a big problem!" ”

"Your father, I'm still young and strong!"

Werther Cast Iron, whose hair and beard were already white, jumped up at once and roared angrily: "It's not a problem to beat three of you in one go!" ”

"Really? Do you want to practice now? ”

Not to be outdone, Lott Cast Iron stood up and roared with Witt Cast Iron head to head: "Just your old arms and legs! Still want to hit three me? Half is too much! You won't be able to win with one hand or one foot! ”

"What do you say?"

"Are you so blind and deaf that you can't hear what I'm talking about?"

"Good little bunny! Why don't you try it for yourself? Let's see if your dad is really blind and deaf! ”

"Try it!"

Seeing that the two dwarves, one old and one young, had already rolled up their sleeves and were ready to fight, Derk, who was sitting on the side, could only persuade with a bitter face: "Don't! There are also guests here! Will you save some face for us dwarves? ”

"That's right!"

Werther Cast Iron, who had already clenched his fists, immediately pushed his son aside, and then said to Aisha with a smile: "O little girl from the surface! You say, wouldn't it be better for me to be this messenger! ”

"Despicable!"

Lott Cast Iron, who tried to say a few words to Aisha, was stopped directly behind by Witt Cast Iron's big hand. As a rune mage, even if Lotter Cast Iron trained himself regularly, he would never be a match for Witt Cast Iron, a legendary warrior who made training a daily activity.

So he could only be extremely aggrieved and was suppressed single-handedly by his own Lao Tzu.

Noticing that Lott Cast Iron, who was a little angry, began to grope around his body, as if he wanted to take out a few rune stones to use immediately, Aisha, who knew how dangerous those rune stones were, subconsciously opened her mouth and persuaded: "Why don't you ...... I'll be the messenger, right? ”

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

As soon as Aisha's words came out, the three dwarves present were stunned.

“…… You really dare to go anywhere. ”

In the end, he is old and has seen all kinds of accidents, and the experienced old lord Witte Cast Iron reacted the fastest, and said helplessly: "But this is not good!" The gnomes are completely different from us who are hospitable, and those little people are very xenophobic! ”

Listening to the dwarf lord with the name "dwarf" calling the dwarf clan, who are not much shorter than their own group, "little man", Aisha inexplicably felt that this scene was very joyful.

Of course, joy is joy, and Aisha will not be stupid enough to make any remarks on this aspect.

As if touched by Aisha's words, Witt Cast Iron let go of his rabbit cub directly, and then sat back in his seat and took the cigarette stick to swallow the clouds again.

Aisha and the others didn't bother him, just silently watched the old dwarf there and reminisced about the bittersweet sweets.

After a long while, Werther Cast Iron, who spit out a small smoke ring, said slowly: "Unlike our dwarf clan, which is a strong battle race, the overall strength of the dwarf clan is not strong, so when they first came to this underground world, they had a very difficult time surviving. ”

"If it weren't for the small amount of money that I made by working as a jeweller for the Drow Elves, and thus developed a unique dwarf engineering, the current dwarf clan would have been extinct long ago."

"It is precisely because of those years of suffering that the dwarf people have always been quite xenophobic. It's okay for my clan to have some friendship with the gnomes, but if you go there as a human race, you probably won't even be able to get in. ”

As Werther Cast Iron said, the dwarfs are not a powerful race. Although many of the dwarfs have good magical talents, it is difficult for the thin dwarf to produce powerful warriors. Without the protection of warriors, it is obviously difficult to protect the entire group by relying on professionals such as dwarf mages and dwarf assassins alone.

As a result, gnomes tend to defect to other races en masse, and the strong and upright dwarves are naturally their first choice.

This is where the words of Witt Cast Iron that he have some friendship with the gnomes come from.

Of course, the relationship between the dwarfs and the dwarves, who have a lot of self-esteem, is nothing more. The gnomes don't want to be under the fence, so their relationship with the dwarves has always been on an equal footing level.

"The problem is, your body ...... I'm afraid it's not suitable for this kind of long-distance bumps, right? ”

Aisha said hesitantly. When she first arrived, Aisha certainly couldn't see anything unusual about the legendary Werther Cast Iron. But after all this time, especially after seeing Werther Cast Iron become the "Storm Lord", Aisha, who is not bad at it, naturally noticed that Werther Cast Iron's condition was different.

It is estimated that because of the relationship of becoming the "Storm Lord" too many times, the power of the Titans has begun to affect the health of Witt Cast Iron now. The faint metallic luster of the skin proves that Werther Cast Iron's body has gradually begun to metalize.

Once Werther Cast Iron's skin turned to metal completely, he would inevitably die quickly without the racial talent of the Titans.

"Hoo ......"

After spitting out a large smoke ring, Witt Cast Iron said helplessly: "You can see if he is a magician." ”

It was only then that Aisha noticed that both Lott Cast Iron and Deck had a bit of sadness on their faces. Obviously, as rune mages, they had already discovered that Werther Cast Iron's health was gradually deteriorating.

"Don't worry! My old bones can hold up for a long time! ”

Patting his son's head, Werther Cast Iron laughed very freely: "I have lived for so long, I have seen all the winds and waves, and I am not so easy to die!" ”

slapped away his father's big hand, Lott Cast Iron turned his head and said angrily: "Okay, you better have a good rest!" The gnomes, I'll just go! ”

"No, no, no!"

Listening to his son's words, Witt Cast Iron shook his head vigorously: "You are too stupid! If you say the wrong thing, you're in trouble. The eyes of those little men are not very big! ”

"So ......"

After a moment of silence, Witt Cast Iron said slowly, "If you really want to go, let Decker accompany you!" ”

"No, no, no!"

This time, it was Lott Cast Iron who shook his head: "If I leave, I can only let Derk take my place." If we are all gone, who will strengthen the city defenses? Who's going to dispatch the rune mages? Who will inspect the logistics? ”

"Me!"

Witt Cast Iron patted his chest and said loudly, "Isn't there still me?" ”

However, he was greeted with the contempt of Lott Cast Iron and Deck.

"How dare you say it!"

After shaking his head, Lott Cast Iron said helplessly: "Who spent three whole days last time and couldn't get that ballista?" ”

"Which adult said he was dizzy when he saw those ledgers?"

Decker, who was standing on the side, also made up for it in a timely manner: "And when the materials are in storage, we have to recount the grain reserves in the middle of the night?" ”

Being accused by his son and subordinates, Witt Cast Iron could only smile a little wryly: "This, that, I'm not old......"

Under the contempt of Lott Cast Iron and Deck, Werther Cast Iron's words became quieter and quieter.

After scratching his head, Werther Cast Iron, not to be outdone, spit out a large puff of smoke, and then said loudly: "I can't go, and you can't go, but someone has to be the messenger, right?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Lott Cast Iron and Derk could only sit down helplessly. You see, they had been arguing all morning about choosing a suitable messenger.

The three dwarves who had fallen into a stalemate closed their mouths in unison and silently began to swallow the clouds and mist.

Aisha, who had been ignored by them, was speechless: how long would they be able to come up with a result if they continued like this.

Speechless to speechless, Aisha, whose only proposal has been rejected, can only think quietly to see what else can be solved.

The hall fell silent.

After a long while, Derk poured out the ashes and was about to replace them with new tobacco leaves when he inadvertently glanced at Aisha.

Suddenly, it was as if a lightning bolt crossed his mind.

Inspired by Deck, he stood up abruptly and said loudly, "I thought of it! ”

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Werther Cast Iron and Lott Cast Iron looked up in unison, looking at Deck with an excited face a little blankly.

"Isn't there a very suitable candidate here?"

Deck pointed at Aisha and laughed, "Lord Lord, you should still have the memory of when this little girl went with you to meet the leader of the minotaur, right?" What do you think of this little girl's performance? ”

"Hmmm......"

After pondering for a moment, Witt Cast Iron nodded heavily: "Although she is still a little immature, this little girl is polite and polite when she speaks, and she is a good helper!" ”

"Right!"

Deck said with a dance, "Although Lord Lott is a little bit of a tendon, he can't be more confused than that Storm Lord, right?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Deck was immediately glared at by the two dwarves, one old and one young. However, Derk, who was in the excitement, completely ignored this, and still said with his hands dancing: "In this case, the lord is not suitable to come forward for the time being, and I can't leave with Lord Lot, why don't you let this little girl serve as Lord Lot's deputy and go to the dwarf clan with him?" ”

"This little girl...... Can it really work? ”

Because he had never seen Aisha's performance, Lott Cast Iron was a little hesitant after hearing Deck's proposal. It is really a matter of great importance that he cannot be hastily acted.

"I'll see it!"

Witte Cast Iron slapped the table heavily and gave a positive result: "I am more optimistic about this little girl's performance than your stupid son!" ”

His father's words made Lott Cast Iron roll his eyes helplessly.

However, since Deck and his father both think that Aisha is a good fit, then there is no other candidate for Lott Cast Iron.

"So, would you like to go with me to the gnomes?"

After shaking his head, Lott Cast Iron, who had put down his cigarette stick, solemnly extended an invitation to Aisha.

In this regard, Aisha of course nodded decisively.