Rudolph said it lightly, but Roland listened to it secretly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He used the Pupil of Fate to scout the Cook Skullcrusher, the king of the Far Eastern Orcs who loved to chop off the heads of his enemies with a battle axe, and was by no means in vain, with 10 Barbarian levels and 6 advanced professional berserkers, he was definitely a first-class powerhouse in the Far East, but unfortunately he was unlucky, and he was destined to be defeated by Rudolph, who was more powerful and wielded the legendary magic sword "Blasphemy Marauder".

After a few words with his father, Roland excused himself to look for the lost horse, and returned to the hillside where he had just fought, pacing in the grass and searching.

As early as the first time he saw the necromancer, he sensed that the other party had a strong sense of luck, much richer than when he first discovered the giant's power belt. At that time, there was no time to think deeply, but now that he thinks about it, it is most likely that the person is carrying a special magic item on his body, accompanied by abundant luck, so he turned back to look for it.

It's a pity that the necromancer's bones are gone after he blew himself up, and that good thing doesn't know how far it flies.

Roland was searching for a clang, and there was a clanging sound behind him, and it was Bloom in heavy armor carrying a war hammer.

"Hey! Brother Roland, what are you looking for? ”

Roland looked at the dwarf's honest face, and couldn't bear to lie to him, so he avoided the important and said, "That necromancer is very strong, and it is impossible for him to have no magic items on him." ”

"Well, his staff looks good, but unfortunately it was blown up." Bloom said regretfully.

"It's not a staff, there's something else good about him."

"Is that what you're talking about?" Lyudmila walked over and spread her palms in front of Roland and Bloom, and a brass ring lay quietly in her hand, no fine patterns, no gems, no inscribed runes, only a faint glimmer of magic.

"Tsk! This little thing, the workmanship is really not ordinary rough! Well, it has a pitiful magical aura, barely a magic item, the lowest kind! Bloom looked disgusted.

Lyudmila pulled an identification scroll out of her satchel, and it confirmed Bloom's assessment that the thing's only function was to glow.

Well, that's right, there is a zero-level trick "Illumination" attached, which can be turned on once a day for an hour at a time.

Lyudmila's expression was like eating a fly, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Which bastard made this broken ring?" Pure hilarious, right? It's not worth as much as my Identification Scroll! ”

Bloom laughed, "Isn't it obvious, our venerable necromancer is a bit of a, and only knows a little bit about the art of making magic rings, so it's understandable to make such a piece of garbage." ”

"In that case, why did he carry this trash ring with him?" Lyudmila frowned slightly.

"Hehe, it's probably the first magic ring he made during his apprenticeship, it's a bit commemorative, well, that's right, the clever Bloom thought of it, this may be the ring given to him by his first love, don't look at this thing as inconspicuous, but for the person concerned, it records a singing and crying youth." Bloom stroked his beard, looking intoxicated.

The corners of Lyudmila's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help but complain: "I don't see it, you guy still has the talent of a bard." ”

"Of course! Call me the Soul Singer of Icewind Dale, the Prince of Poetry among the Dwarves of the Far East! Hey, why are you putting on a disgusting face? Disgusted with this ring? Hmph, it's understandable, if you don't want it, give it to Roland, I think he likes it a lot. ”

Lyudmila looked at Roland's face and said in a low voice: "According to military regulations, the loot should be handed over, and then bought back for meritorious service." ”

Bloom interrupted her in annoyance: "This isn't worth a few coppers, is it necessary to make it so complicated?" Besides, this isn't your Korath trophie, and don't forget, it was I Bloom who played a decisive role in the battle to kill the bastards! So, this poor, the only trophy should be left to me, and I now declare that this ring belongs to my good brother Roland Koras! It sucks, but it's a testament to our great fighting friendship! Well, that's it! ”

The dwarf couldn't help but take the ring and stuff it into Roland's hand.

Roland smiled gratefully, and stopped talking. Only he knew in his heart that this ring was blocked by luck, and ordinary identification spells could not see through its true face at all, and only after absorbing the luck could he make a more accurate identification. In short, the value of this ring is certainly much higher than it looks on the outside.

Perhaps, the necromancer also sensed that this ring was not simple, but he couldn't break the luck blockade, so he carried it with him, and it turned out to be cheaper for him.

Reaching out to put his arm around Bloom and Lyudmila's shoulders, Roland smiled brightly.

"Lyudmila, Bloom, thank you for your generosity, I have taken this ring, and wish our friendship a long time."

Bloom nodded his head: "That's a must!" ”

"So our friendship is worth a broken ring? Do you really praise me for my generosity, or do you scorn me? ”

Lyudmila was unforgiving, but her hand quietly wrapped her arms around Roland's waist, half of her body snuggled in his arms, and there was a trace of indescribable sweetness in her heart.

Roland put away the strange ring and followed Bloom into the Dwarven King's capital, the Wrought Iron City.

Completely different from the dwarven cities he remembered in the underground world, the wrought iron city was located on a glacier, with a tall and majestic ring wall, which stood tall and strong after days of fierce attacks by the orcs, and was worthy of the brainchild of the dwarven craftsmen.

The city was surprisingly spacious, and Roland followed his father into the city gate on horseback, and walked along the white stone avenue to a large square.

In the center of the square stands a majestic stone statue of the main dwarven god Moradin Soul Burner, and opposite sits the royal palace of the wrought iron family.

Lord Bratu led all the royal family out of the palace to greet him, and Rudolph gave him a warm hug as soon as he got off his horse.

"Buratu, as agreed, I brought you the head of Cook Skullcrusher."

The old dwarf's eyebrows fluttered: "Haha! Rudolph, my good brother, your kindness to our Far Eastern dwarves is as high as a mountain and as deep as the sea, and my family and I will always be the most loyal allies of the Korath family. ”

Rudolph was overjoyed: "Brathu, I am touched by your generosity towards your friends. ”

The old dwarf stroked his long beard and smiled boldly: "According to the rules of our dwarves, the relationship between friends is not deep, and the wine table is clear, you have come all the way to Icewind Valley, you must follow the customs of the locals, and you will rest when you get drunk tonight!" As he spoke, he waved his hand and announced loudly: "Feast!" ”

The square was filled with joy, the palace guards brought long tables and white cloths, and sturdy dwarves brought large plates of roasted meat, bacon, pies, stews, and baskets of freshly baked bread, each the size of a basketball, with a charred and crispy crust and stuffed with nuts and cheeses.

These are all foils, and the protagonist of the dwarven feast is, of course, the wine.

The oak barrels were lined up in a column as far as the eye could see, and the enthusiastic dwarves were rolled into the middle of the square, and the heroic scene could not help but remind Roland of the ants moving.

Whoever wants to drink it will go over and carry a barrel, pull the cork, pour the frothy wine into the large wooden cups, and then pour it into the big bearded mouths with lightning speed, and the loud hiccups and bold laughter echo over the square for a long time.

Lyudmila looked at the plates of delicacies on the table, and put her cheek on her cheek with one hand in a ladylike gesture, elegantly disgusted.

"The dwarven recipe is really monotonous, just roast meat, stew, roast meat, all kinds of meat! It's hard for people to eat some light vegetables......"

Bloom sneered at her with a snort of wine, "Yo ho! Listening to your tone of voice, you have a noble and cold style, like a grazing elf, which is really a shame for your giant clan. ”

"The old lady will kill you!" Lyudmila gritted her silver teeth in anger, and couldn't care to maintain an elegant posture, grabbed a pork knuckle and stuffed it into the dwarf's mouth, choking on the thing and rolling her eyes.

Roland is not as arrogant as a giant girl, a glass of ale in his left hand, a chicken leg in his right hand, and a mouthful of wine and meat are very enjoyable. Then Ivan ran over and whispered in his ear: "Lord Rudolph, please go to the chairman, and toast Lord Bratu." ”

"Huh? Is there a toast here, too? Roland couldn't help but laugh, the dwarven drinking table culture made him feel very intimate, as if he had traveled back in time.

Thanks to his 18-point physique, Roland was born with a good amount of alcohol, and poured three cups of Bratu in a row, and his bold spirit was deeply appreciated by the dwarven lord, and he suddenly pulled out a revolver from his waist and shook it at him.

Roland suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly pressed his hand: "Uncle has something to say, your old man pointed a gun at me...... What does it mean? ”

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