"What is the reason? Can you talk about it? Urs held the cross-sword in his hand and looked at him, his tone not reproachful, but as if he was only trying to get a curious answer from his mouth.

Moredi didn't know what Urs's surface mind would think of his lies, and then replied more cautiously: "Actually, in order to deceive Barende's trust, I have been hiding my true identity. ”

"So you're not a slave?"

"Not a few years ago."

"And what was your identity a few years ago?"

"Son of the mayor of the city of Palomit." The dark eyes of the underground dwarf stared earnestly into the young man's eyes, and continued to reply with normal words without pretending to stammer, "As for the problem of stammering, I also deliberately disguised it, in order to confuse Barende and lower the level of vigilance against me. ”

"Very well then, son of the mayor of Palomet City."

"You... Not surprised? ”

"I'm not in the mood to be surprised by who you really are." Urs slung his sword to his shoulder, turned his back to him and turned to look at the gray dwarf corpse lying to the ground, and though he didn't have any affection for the bastard who had become limp like mud, he habitually crouched down and searched his body.

Touching the corpse...... Well, it's a post-war habit that has been retained from the previous life.

Then he paused, turned his back to the underground gnome's gaze and continued, "Moredi, I only care about how you, as the mayor's son, can help us in the next battle. ”

"The next battle?" Moretti was stunned.

"Yes." The young man's voice was calm, and he was sure of it, "Your high priest, the prophet of the Gis Seles named Zeken, is right. I'm going to meddle in your feud with the gray dwarves, so now I'm wondering how your status as the mayor's son will help us in the rest of our battle. ”

"That'...... What kind of help would you like to receive? Moredi thought about it, and continued to ask the young man.

"As long as it's good for the rest of the fight – all you can help." The young man replied, "I want them all." ”

"That'...... What do you mean by the next battle? ”

"The barracks of the Grey Dwarves."

"What?!"

"Barende is dead, and aren't the remaining grey dwarf soldiers mainly gathered at the city gates?" After some searching, Urs's eyes looked away from the corpse of the gray dwarf lying on the ground with his head open and disgusted, and said that this disgusting bastard was really "poor", as the commander of a gray dwarf army, the treasure he carried with him was actually a 2 enchanted dark battle axe.

It's shabby to think about, but with the armor he didn't wear in today's battle, it seems to be barely plausible - it's just a pity that the dwarven armor, no matter how many levels of enchantments it has, must not be able to be worn by young people, and it is likely to be as shady as the creations of drow craftsmen.

In fact, many high-quality equipment in the dark region is also like this, once it is exposed to the sun, it will be like a moth on a fire.

Urs didn't bother to spend any more time touching the corpse, and after seizing a string of keys to the various rooms in the town hall from Barende, he stood up, looked back at Moretti and finished what he had just said, and told the underground dwarf who claimed to be the mayor's son: "So my friends and I are going to go and take out that barracks." Defeat the evil grey dwarves and your city will be liberated. ”

"But...... Please, please slow down, wait! Hearing Urs say this, Moretti suddenly felt that his brain couldn't keep up with the young man's thinking, and hurriedly held the short knife and raised his hands to signal to stop, "Lord Hero, you must know that it is a military camp, and there is an army stationed in it, and the number is about seven hundred!" ”

"More than 700 people...... What is the equipment configuration? What is the approximate ratio between actual combat power and logistics forces? Urs nodded, as if he didn't care about the number.

"Uniform dwarven full-body armor and medium-sized steel shields, weapons based on battle axes, long-range shooting methods rely on crossbows and throwing axes, and siege weapons." Moredi looked at him and emphasized, "In addition, the gray dwarves don't need to march in the city, so their logistics staff is composed of a few officers, a small number of guards, and slaves selected from the city, and the rest of the manpower is all considered instant combat strength, and the conservative estimate is definitely not less than six hundred and fifty!" ”

"You know quite a bit?" The young man was a little surprised by the information he had provided at once, and then couldn't help but sigh a little for him.

"I've been working for Barend for all these years, and I've been deliberately close to that bastard while I have some connections in the city, so I know a little bit about his army." Moredi sighed and explained to Urs, "In short, you must not underestimate those evil dwarves, even if they lose their Supreme Commander, they are all real warriors!" ”

"So their fighting qualities are pretty good?"

"At least for us...... Invincible. ”

At this, Moretti lowered his head in some shame.

Castaño's little gnomes have never been a warlike race, whether they are dwarfs on the surface or underground, their talents are generally mainly reflected in the more mental work of illusion and invention, in addition to being good at studying food.

But he is not very good at fighting, let alone fighting between armies.

Uls knew that the dwarfs were flawed, and that their short and light size meant that these clever little guys would definitely not be able to fight the dwarven soldiers known as the "warrior race" in many humanoid intelligence creatures, so he did not intend to use this topic to humiliate Moredi, but then moved his gaze to exchange glances with Thea.

The silver-haired, wolf-eared maiden stood silently, briefly tending to the laceration on the bridge of her nose for Moredi, and waited patiently for the young man and the underground gnome to exchange ideas for each other, until she noticed the young man's gaze on her.

It was as if he was asking for her opinion, or hoping to continue to have her support in the choice at hand.

Thea didn't quite understand large fights, or wars—but she always chose to trust Urs' decision, and nodded firmly to him.

Urs smiled at the maiden, made up his mind, and then took a stride towards the door of the room with the greatsword on his shoulder, and then said to Moretti, "Go, son of the mayor of Palomitte." ”

"Are you still planning to attack the Grey Dwarf's camp directly?" The underground gnome looked up with wide black eyes.

"That's right." He does not deny that "the other...... Oh yes, what do you call me? Hero? ”

"Uh, if you don't like the title, I can ......"

"No, I accept that." The corners of Urs' mouth are hooked, and his eyes are determined, "I like to be a hero too...... If only I could be. ”