"Well, everyone, shall we talk about something else?" Noticing that Stone Fist's eyes suddenly darkened and lost, Xia kindly broke the silence and tried to draw the atmosphere out of the current embarrassment, "For example, the same topic of faith...... Koto, can you tell us the story of the goddess of the fire? I've heard that the dwarves always believe in Oladin, and there are fewer rumors of the goddess of fire in the realm of humans. ”

As she spoke, she looked at the orc monk with a sincere smile, her amber eyes showing a friendly look at the latter, and then looked at the dwarven warrior in the group with the rest of the group.

Oladin is known to be Castano's dwarven god, usually appearing in bedside stories and scholarly books in the form of a male dwarf with a large body with a square face and a large beard at the chin.

Aoradine taught the dwarves the importance of kindness and order, teaching his followers what it means to do good, and what loyalty and trust are to their clans and fellow citizens, just as the chaotic and evil orc god Golush instigated the orcs and orcs of the wasteland to plunder and kill, and the chaotic and good elven god Emeron preached the romance of freedom and beauty to the elves, half-elves, and some bards.

Speaking of which, the Drow Elves and Grey Dwarves of the Dark Lands are actually the product of the evil Elves and Dwarves that Amelon and Oladin banished from the plateaus and forests to the underworld.

The teachings of Oladin are the truths to be observed by the dwarves of the surface world.

As for the goddess of fire......

Urs knew the venerable dwarven goddess, but the black-haired young man had no intention of stealing the limelight with the dwarves, so he waited quietly for the dwarven warrior in the team to raise the beard on his chin and drink the water from a cowhide bag, and then hiccuped and said, "The goddess of the hearth is the mother of the hearth, and the great dwarven god Oladin is also the great dwarven god Queen Lady Dedaline." ”

When the words fell, Koto paused for a few seconds, held back for a long time and failed to make a second hiccup, shook his head in frustration, and said that the water that had no taste was really far worse than the highland wine in his hometown, and he was not strong enough to drink.

God knows if it was because he vomited several times along the way, but the dwarf who had emptied his stomach had a good appetite at this time, and he bit off the fifth piece of jerky in his hand, moved his chewing cheeks, and continued: "The goddess of fire blesses the stove of every dwarf on the surface, whether it is used for cooking rice or striking iron, and the love of the goddess's mother makes the stoves on the plateau always burn red and warm, so that the fellow citizens of the clan can make the best armor, axes and war hammers from it. ”

"Does Xiao Meng also believe in Lady Dietaline?" Thea looked at the dwarf who had opened the conversation box and continued to ask, "You mentioned more than once that your 'little Meng' has been inspired by the goddess, and it is a great crowd... A special presence in the pot, a stew pot with wisdom. ”

"Yes, Xiao Meng is one of the most precious companions that the goddess has given me, on my journey away from my homeland." Koto nodded, his bronze-colored beard twitching up and down with the outline of his face, "Oh, so the warriors of the clan owe a debt of gratitude to the goddess of fire, the kind lady Lady, the good mother of the dwarves...... Hey, poetess, I saw that look of disdain on your lips again. ”

As soon as the conversation turned, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the crow.

Since she didn't plan to continue sarcastically with Stonefist, Miss Drow Poet in the young squad's squad was about to listen to Koto's nonsense and fall asleep, but a word in the dwarven warrior's words seemed to accidentally touch a minefield deep within her.

The dark purple eyes blinked under the hood of the black robe, and the jay immediately responded in a hoarse voice: "Yes, disdain." The mother in your mouth makes me sick to my stomach. ”

"If you are not a companion in the ranks, the warriors of the clan will definitely not spare your insult to the goddess!" Koto's eyes widened immediately, "But why do you think that?" Mom is the cutest person in the world! ”

"Hmph, then I'll tell you by the way what kind of good mothers the drow family's housemothers are usually good mothers, the precious dwarf of the Hearth Mother." A cold smile escaped from the poet's mouth, "In the city of Drow in the Dark Regions, the damn spider goddess encouraged the dark elves to please her boring evil tastes with bloody infighting, and I was almost sacrificed by my lovely mistress when I was born. ”

"Do you mean sacrificing a baby, or did it come from your own mother?" Koto was shocked, "What a wicked and chaotic practice with the fire on the fire!" How could your mistress do such a ridiculous thing?! ”

"Because I was the second baby girl born to the head mother of the family, the stupid mother intended to leave my sister and sacrifice me to the spider goddess, but she didn't have to wait long before her sister cut her throat from behind with a knife." Unhurried, he continued to reveal his black history like this, "So the sacrifice was finally chosen by my mother herself, and my aunt took the opportunity to ascend the throne of the new mistress, and I was lucky enough to survive, and I wandered under the sickle of death before I could fully awaken from my consciousness." ”

"It's unbelievable, the logic of your dark elves' thinking is incredible...... The horror! The dwarf gritted his teeth sluggishly, "I can probably think of why you're fleeing that terrible underworld!" Xiao Meng thinks your mouth is still a little poisonous, but people may not be bad! ”

"No, you can't understand my reason for leaving the Dark Realm, and don't put your suffocating IQ on display in front of me, it will make me feel as disgusting as your broken pot." Miss Poet took a sip of water, and continued, "My sister rebelled against my aunt for a while after that, and her goal was clear, and she also tried to kick my aunt down and replace her in order to ascend to the position of the head of the family, but unfortunately she accidentally angered the spider goddess and was thrown into a spider's web and turned into an ugly arachnoid elf. Ironically, my aunt killed my birth mother and indirectly persecuted my sister, but she died at my hands, but I didn't have any decent feelings for my mother and sister...... From beginning to end, a ridiculous farce. The dark elves have no motherly love and brother-sister friendship, and you are now satisfied with the favor of the goddess of fire? ”

"Uh, no... That was not what I meant. ”

Hearing that the crow sparrow said so much as if she was confiding in her heart, the dwarven warrior's voice muttered quietly, and he couldn't digest the amount of information in Miss Poet's words at once, so he waved his hand in a daze, indicating that he didn't want to make fun of her bad past, and in a trance he forgot that the other party had just offended his faith in the hearth mother.

Urs tilted his head and exhaled, thinking that tonight might not be the right time to chat, and then simply announced as the leader of the squad that everyone should rest early, arrange the selection and rotation order of the vigil, and spend a quiet night here with everyone.

The flames of the campfire grew smaller and smaller over time, eventually leaving a wisp of ash smoke that drifted away and extinguished into ashes.

The next morning, the adventurers of the Thorn Squad returned to the wealthy area of Twilight City, and according to the instructions on the quest scroll, they waited in the luxurious villa stronghold to settle the rewards for this mission, but this time the person waiting for them was not the blue-robed mage Ted Hirst from last time.

It's another right-hand man of the dragon mage Victedo, the elven swordsman Draco Barton.