As the words fell, he paused deliberately, and his eyes swept over the faces of the underground gnomes on the street, although the expression he saw was still as dull and numb as he expected.

But he still thinks that if he really wants to help these enslaved little ones, then he should really try.

Even if it's a fluke like touching a prize.

After all, some things are not used to being nosy, but they will make certain people feel that they need to intervene at certain times and occasions, especially for a certain type of people who are generally impulsive—those who have been called "players" in the memories of young people in their previous lives.

"Most of the grey dwarves have retreated back to their barracks on the other side of the city gates, so I need you to step up here and piece together a sufficient number of men to form another army to compete with." After a pause to gauge the reaction of the underground gnomes with his eyes, Urs continued.

"I don't like to talk too much, so I don't want to shout the slogan of victory and freedom for you, after all, I can't promise you victory for a lifetime."

"In addition, in addition to not liking to talk too much, I think victory and freedom are not promised by anyone's mouth, but in the final analysis, you should take the initiative to fight for it with your own hands."

"All in all...... My name is Urs. ”

"If any of you have had enough of being a slave, then stand up and come with me to the gray dwarf camp for the last battle left."

After announcing his thoughts to the little ones in front of him in a relatively calm tone, Urs slung his sword to his shoulder, ready to give the underground gnomes on the street a little time to consider and answer.

Of course, the negative effects of negotiation brought by the low charisma attribute existed, but after the battle just now, Urs believed that the strength of his group had left a relatively deep positive impression on the hearts of the gnomes, especially since they had seen with their own eyes that the people of the squad had successfully repelled a hundred-strong army of gray dwarves with a few people.

The attribute data displayed by the system is "dead", while the actions taken by the character are "live".

When the underground gnomes heard Urs's announcement, the crowd suddenly became noisy, and the little heads began to mumble something to each other.

Not liking to waste time, Urs seemed to want to step up and lead them at this juncture, and after thinking about it, he put his hand on the strings of the lute, intending to play a little piece to make the dwarthy underground gnomes impulsive and irritable.

Poets with great acting skills can skillfully incorporate the power of magic into their music, thus influencing the emotions of their listeners.

Miss Poet of the Thorn Squad didn't seem to be as willing to give them time to consider and hesitate like the dark-haired young man, but Thea's hand suddenly moved from the direction next to her and gently pressed her fingertips.

The crow blinked, and then the dark purple eyes looked sideways in the sockets, and saw that the silver-haired wolf-eared girl was also looking at herself, and the expression on her face seemed to organize words—

Then whisper to yourself, "Let's just watch." ”

"But I don't think our leader, Your Excellency, is a natural demagogue." Her gaze fell on a bundle of silver hair on the side of the girl's face, the corners of her mouth turned up, and she smiled coldly, "He's your knight, not a speaker." ”

"But Urs decided to do it, and he should have his reasons and confidence." Thea's face was slightly red, knowing that of course she was not a princess of any country, and the crow still loved to play tricks on herself with words as always, "Probably... It's not exactly just a hot blood, either. ”

As she spoke, she withdrew her hand from the crow's fingertips.

Miss Drow, dressed in black robes, pondered in her heart, and then lowered her fingers from the strings of the lute, taking Thea's suggestion without resorting to external forces to hint at the dwarf slaves that the young man was trying to persuade at this moment.

Urs took his breath as he watched the crowd of gnomes on the street wait for almost a minute, and finally heard an old voice coming from the door of a rock hut on the right side of the street.

The voice came from an elderly underground dwarf, whose rickety body looked very thin against a torn shirt.

His voice trembled a little, and he seemed a little nervous and asked, "That...... Lord Urs, even if you want us to fight with you, we don't even have any decent weapons or armor. ”

"Yes, yes, we don't have weapons or armor, and the gray dwarves do."

"They're so well equipped and they're specially trained."

"How could we...... Ay. ”

As soon as the old gnome spoke, the other underground gnomes around him suddenly opened up the conversation box again, and they all bowed their heads and discussed, and the noisy and noisy pile of nonsense was obviously not the answer that the young man wanted.

Urs's eyes remained stern, and he glanced at the old dwarf like a sword, so frightened that the latter hurriedly closed his mouth and shuddered and took a step back, and the other underground gnomes who were casually echoing like grass on the wall also realized that the hero seemed to be in a displeased mood, so they lowered their heads in amusement and stopped saying any more frustrating words.

Although they still believe in their hearts that they are weak, they will not be able to defeat the gray dwarf soldiers who have conquered the city of Palomet once.

Moderate intimidation can be used to calm the scene when needed.

Urs's strength had been proven in the battle that had just ended, and after hearing the underground gnomes' excuses as if evading their responsibilities, he took advantage of the majesty he had just built up in the hearts of these little ones and directly retorted: "If you want to equip yourself, many things in your house can be used as weapons and armor in your hands, whether it is a pickaxe originally used to dig tunnels or a round iron pot that looks like an iron shield." ”

Worst of all, the low-quality brown bread in the shape of a long strip can barely be used as a stick—

He thought about it for a while, and the last sentence of ridicule that almost came out of his mouth was decided to hold back, after all, the black bread that was so hard that the teeth broke was used to teach the woman a lesson to the thief, and it was a big joke to really break the armor in actual combat.

At least no one has ever seen a +1 enchanted delicate black bread, has they?

Ahem......

Back to reality.

The young man's merciless retort fell on the ears of the dwarf slaves, and it was regarded as a direct removal of the fig leaf they used to hide their cowardice, which for a moment made the guy who spoke casually just now feel a little embarrassed.

And his words were heard in the ears of these cowardly slaves, and at the same time in Moredi's heart.

Moretti had already stabbed Barende once in his room on the second floor of the town hall. He clenched his little fist tightly, looked at Doriel in front of him with a slight hesitation in his dark eyes, recalled his father who had been dead for a long time, and then slowly closed his eyes-

He took a deep breath, then opened his eyes, gritted his teeth, straightened his waist and took a few steps forward, standing between the adventurers of the Thorn Squad and the underground dwarf slaves on the street under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.

Doriel was slightly startled by his actions, and her slender little hand subconsciously stretched out slightly towards him, and asked softly, "Mo... Moretti, what do you want to do? ”

Moretti made his decision...... Maybe it's a little confusing, but it's the first of many underground gnomes in the city.

He was the first slave to seize the opportunity to stab Barend with a dagger since the entire city had been overrun by the enemy.

At this moment, after Urs had made a declaration of assistance in front of the crowd, he was also the first person to finally make up his mind to stand up, his dark eyes watching his people try to raise their chins, and then he turned to the young man and knelt down, his forehead bowed deeply.

The small body was not strong enough, but it became more or less firm and powerful in a dazzling moment, as if a warrior swore an oath-

"Your Excellency, Lord Urs! My name is Moredi, and I'm here to follow your lead and take part in the battle that follows and assists you in driving those hateful gray dwarves out of our city! ”

"Grandpa Gaine is on top - swear to the great dwarf god that I will never back down again!"