"The High Priest asked me to come."

"High priest?"

"Hmm." Doriel ran out of the crowd and came to Moretti a few seconds later, gasping for breath, and told him what she knew, "The High Priest said that everyone's fate would probably turn around here and now, and suggested that I come and witness it." ”

"That'...... Uh, I'm fine. Moretti blinked, followed by a reaction, and looked at her more closely, "What about you, Dorier?" Ruldorf's men closed the streets during the battle, and they didn't do anything to you, did they? ”

"I'm fine, I hid in the house with everyone before." Doriel smiled and waved at him.

Of course, her words were also intended to be heard by everyone in the Thorn Squad, so the volume of her words was not controlled to the extent that only she and Moredi could hear them.

Urs looked sideways at the little girl, about the size of Bellingis, and remembered that the little proprietress had hosted her group for free at the tavern that bears her name a day earlier.

And what she said revealed Zeken's instructions.

The young man thought to himself that the Gis Sere, known as the Blind Prophet, must have known something before the battle broke out just now, and then slowly exhaled a breath from his mouth, adjusting the frequency of his breathing, and by the way, calming his mind a little bit, waiting for Thea's magic to heal Koto and Stonefist's injuries.

Ever since she was guided by Featherina to tap into the druid potential in the bloodline of the Beast Angel, it seems that Thea's low-ring magic slots are no longer in short supply, especially since both the priest and the druid class can cast those low-ring healing magic skills.

Koto and Stonefist don't have the ability to heal injuries from injuries caused by regenerative properties and high constitution attributes like Urs, but fortunately, the Dwarven Warrior's Fortress Shield and Mithril Full Body Armor are excellent high-quality armor that protected his body in the previous battles, so that he didn't suffer any major injuries at all.

The Orc Monk's injuries were a bit more severe than he was—but only relatively severe, as Stonefist's body was not protected by the Mithril Armor, and he wisely chose to follow Koto during the battle, and the dwarven warriors who advanced for the shield along the way dealt with the enemies on the left and right sides, leaving the muscular green skin with only a few axe cuts and a few bruises from blunt blows.

Those scattered scars remained on the surface of his burly body, and in fact they were not deeply wounded, and when the injuries healed, the scars would become a battle honor to be flaunted in the eyes of many orcs and orcs.

Yes, the honor of battle - it is regarded as a special medal that is forever seared on the surface of the skin.

Due to their rude, aggressive racial nature, many half-orcs who are purebred orcs and orcs have a subconscious fondness for scars, believing them to be a sign of courage that they have fought and fought their enemies in a battle.

Orcs despise cowardice and advocate bravery, regardless of whether the goal of their actions is good or evil.

As a half-orc with a leaning bloodline towards orcs, Stonefist can be said to be one of the strange orcs of this kind, chasing the ideal of the orderly warrior monk of the god of order, Ode, so he rejects the barbarism that the orcs follow, but at the same time rejects their respect for courage.

Urs waited as Thea took care of the scattered minor injuries of Koto and Stonefist, and his brown eyes then swept his gaze to the underground dwarf slaves who had walked out of the house onto the street, and the eyes of the little ones immediately turned to him and his companions.

The eyes of the underground dwarf slaves all seemed to contain a wordless expectation, as if they had made sure that their group had repelled the gray dwarf army not long ago, and they regarded themselves as heroes in their hearts, just as Moredi thought.

The hero is the savior of the afflicted, the enemy of the oppressor, driving out the evil and upholding justice.

Although there are many minor differences in the content of the bedside story of intelligent creatures, the hero's feat will always be highlighted in the content of the story, resulting in many children having more or less heroic dreams for a period of time when they are still young, and the cognitive impression of the classic concept of hero is relatively fixed.

He looked at the little ones, guessing what they were looking forward to, and he didn't mind doing something to help them drive the evil gray dwarf invaders out of the city, but suddenly he felt uneasy.

It may be a bit of an exaggeration to say that iron is not steel, but in the end, I think that if I really want to help the underground gnome slaves in this city who are enslaved at the hands of the gray dwarves, then it is better to let them learn something that they should have realized a long time ago.

For example, the courage to break free from the shackles.

If the suffering slaves themselves do not have the courage and will to resist fate, then in the end the hero's move is only to temporarily liberate them, so as to get a one-sided vanity for their own hearts, but they do not know whether they will make the slaves who have been liberated by their own hands be enslaved again because of other events.

Urs knew that the matter of Palomit City was his own business, but he suddenly felt a little unwilling for these underground gnomes who were enslaved by the gray dwarves, and said to himself, can you stop looking at me stupidly like this all the time?

Still so quiet? Collectively dumb? Or did someone order you not to say a word?

Numbness or not?

Hope is given to others, why not think about the possibility of breaking the predicament with your own hands?

Is......

Never mind.

It's better to give people fish than to give them fish, and since they are already planning to get involved, it's better to simply help people to the end.

He thought to himself, then turned his head to the mechanical mage not far away and asked, "Abel." ”

"I'm here, Captain." The Mechanical Mage immediately responded in its deep guttural voice, "What do you command?" ”

"What is the maximum volume of solid matter that your space spell can construct? Can you make a ladder of sufficient height when facing the city walls? ”

"The height of the walls – give me a statistic."

"About five or six meters."

"A height of about five or six meters...... In this case, not only can you build a ladder, but you should be able to try to build an arch bridge. ”

"I'll trouble you in a moment, Abel."

Urs looked at it, nodded in satisfaction, and then turned his gaze back to the underground gnomes in the streets, and the reason he had just asked was that he remembered that his party had followed Moretti into the city yesterday and had also seen the barracks set up by the gray dwarves near the city gate area.

It was a small military fortress, and the height of the outer wall was almost five or six meters according to his subconscious eyesight at the time.

The young man got the answer he needed from the mouth of the machine man mage, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, thought for something, organized the language, and then opened his eyes to reveal a pair of stern eyes and announced in a loud voice:

"I need your strength...... Underground gnomes! ”