Three days later, the "Doriel's Tale Club" tavern.

Urs sat at a stone table near the bar, the battle three days earlier had been stamped into his memory of a foregone conclusion, and he remembered that the battle was almost over when Abel's transparent bridge built with magical power was on the walls of the Grey Dwarves' fortress.

At that time, he was very happy to be quite prescient, since the departure of Twilight City, he had carried a few spare tabula rasa two-handed swords in the spatial ring in advance, thus avoiding the dilemma of suddenly running out of weapons, and in some ways being quite self-aware of how he used weapons.

Although there is really no way to do it, who told his fighting style to be like this, the more durable Cursed Blade was destroyed by Dambert in the Church of the God of War?

It's no wonder that there was a joke in Castaño's player circle that the warriors and barbarians of the legendary realm couldn't do without the god costume, and the most important reason was not that they had to rely on the god costume to compete with the high-level spellcasters of the same level, but that ordinary weapons often didn't survive the warranty period in their hands......

Urs still remembered this paragraph in his impression of the previous life, and said that the gray dwarves at that time did not have a decent high-level enchanting equipment on them.

After Abel used the magical power of space-shaping to build a bridge over the castle tower where the enemies were stationed, Koto directly rushed up with the fortress shield of "+7 Block Bonus to Ranged Attacks".

The gray dwarf soldiers on the castle tower reacted as quickly as possible under the order of a commander in their crowd, and poured the arrows fired by rows of crossbows towards the dwarves charging at the top shield, but ordinary crossbow arrows could not penetrate the protection of the tower shield at all, not to mention that Abel continued to use the wand in his hand to once again unfold the group magic shield that made the gray dwarves suffer enough in the battle in the town hall.

The magic shield unfolded by the Trap Mage is a group-wide 3-ring protection spell "Protective Ranged Weapon". The gray dwarves stationed in the fortress lacked magic arrows, and the result was that the hand-to-hand combatants of Urs, Stonefist, and Koto successfully slaughtered the castle tower in the face of a rain of arrows, while Thea, Dorothy, and Belelis supported in the back row under the magical cover provided by Abel.

The combat strength of the gray dwarves was too far from that of the Thorn Squad, and this "qualitative" gap could not be made up even if it was a relatively superior "number", so that the battle line they formed standing on the castle tower finally collapsed without accident.

I think back to these ......

"Urs, what do you want?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing. ”

The young man tilted his head and lowered his gaze at the voice across the table. Thea sat obediently across from her, her fluffy wolf ears twitching slightly in her pale silver hair, and her amber eyes looked at her with a curious smile.

He smiled, waved his hand, and turned his head to look out the window—it was the morning of the third day of the battle, and the city streets outside the tavern window were still filled with underground gnomes cheering and singing to celebrate the liberation of the city that had belonged to the people with the help of foreign heroes.

Gnomes are always such an optimistic race, whether they are dwarfs on the surface or underground, as if as soon as the days of misery have passed, the air of tomorrow will definitely be full of four-leaf clover luck under the blessing of Grandpa Gain, the god of dwarves.

Urs is not quite convinced of the claim that four-leaf clovers bring luck...... Well, perhaps it should be said that he himself felt that the concept of luck was not very reliable, after all, the idea of completely entrusting his fate to God was never a concept that he fully agreed with, not to mention that the goddess of luck, Lady Lachry, seemed to have never been very fond of him, whether in his past life or in this life.

But for the little ones outside the window, who were similar to Bellingis, the black-haired young man was now very pleased with them - that was that in the second half of the battle three days earlier, the crow had shrewdly left the group for a while, played the bard's musical spell to boost their overall morale, and finally succeeded in driving them to pluck up the courage to come back and fight alongside everyone.

The combat qualities of the little ones are not surprisingly unreliable, but the phenomenon at that time undoubtedly proves that their slaves are not really seared into their bones in the long period of slavery, and when they see the dawn of hope, they at least know to reach out and grab it, so as to be saved.

The jay was witty, sometimes cunning, and sometimes had a mysterious impression of her, and it was impossible to guess what was in the mind of the dumb-throated Miss Drow.

She was now sitting in a corner on the other side of the tavern hall, playing the lute in her arms as usual, letting a wisp of smoke fill the space of the hall with a gentle and quiet sound, and the calmer strings of the music were for a time contrasted with the outdoor celebration by the soundproofing effect of the rock walls.

Thinking back to the crucial decision made by Miss Poet in battle, Urs glanced back at her and remembered her confession to herself and her companions at the Coppercrown Mine - well, yes, time seemed to have passed before they were adventurers in the Twilight City, returning from the mountain path after dealing with the bounty in the Cave of Bones.

Through the small talk around the campfire, Urs learns a few things about her, such as that she is indeed a drow elf who left the dark lands of his own accord, has values that are different from most of her kind, and that she had a bloody conflict with her family before fleeing her hometown.

Of course, about what is her family called? Which city of Drow used to live? Where exactly is it located in the depths of the Dark Regions? She didn't say much about these more details, and from the attitude she didn't seem to have the slightest interest in recalling and telling them to everyone, as if she felt sick to her throat at the thought of the memories of living with her people, and the rest of the team tacitly didn't ask her too much.

Doriel stood behind the bar in the lobby with a smile on her face. The austereotyped underground dwarf girl has now removed the slave collar from her neck, and is full of gratitude to everyone in the Thorn Squad, saying that the heroes of the city can eat and drink as much as they want in their own shop without having to pay.

The door to the tavern was hidden, revealing a long, narrow gap that bridged the bustle of the outside with the relative silence of the house.

Suddenly, a new visitor reached out and pushed the door open. Everyone present subconsciously focused sideways, and suddenly found a dark-eyed underground dwarf helping another person wearing a long gray cloak to walk in.

The dark-eyed underground dwarf was an acquaintance in the eyes of everyone.

Morediti, as his name suggests, is said to be the son of the former mayor of Palomit, who had been the first to muster the courage to rebel against the Grey Dwarf officer Barende during the Battle of the Town Hall three days earlier.

Moredi's arrival quickly attracts the attention of Urs, Thea, and Raven. The members of the Thorn Squad are enjoying a short vacation after the victory with the city for the time being, and the other members except the three are free to move around the city, so the only members of the team in the tavern are the young man, the wolf-eared girl, and the poet lady for the time being.

Urs looked at Moretti and symbolically raised his hand in a greeting, then shifting his gaze to the man in cloak beside him.

He recognized Zeken, the blind prophet, a legendary craftsman who was rare to see, and for the city of Palomites, who were also an alien traveler, the Gisseres could see some visions of the future with a more vague vision of the future with their spiritual gift called the Prophet's Eye.

Moredi bowed respectfully to Urs, Thea, and Crow in turn, then raised his head, and helped Zeken, who had lost his vision due to his soul talent, to the table where Urs and Thea were sitting, and said in a half-hearted manner: "Lord Hero, the High Priest has 'seen' something new, and I hope to come and share it with you." ”