The attack of the orcs was sudden, and no one noticed any trace in advance, so almost all the barbarian warriors did not have time to put on their armor. Qin Feng took them in, but in order not to have problems, without Qin Feng saying more, Swarig made the clansmen abandon the habit of wearing armor and sleeping with weapons in their hands.

Therefore, the sudden attack of the orcs caused most of the barbarian warriors to have no time to put on their armor, so when they faced the elite werewolves wearing armor, they were in a bad situation.

"Roar..."The claws of the wolf blade slashed through his ribs, and the torn muscles exploded to both sides, and the blood quickly followed, and in the blink of an eye, the lower body of the second leader was already stained red with blood. The second leader's movements paused, but only for a moment, and he roared as he raised his tomahawk and slashed at the wolf blade that had struck a blow. The axe blade cut through the wolf's fur and cut through the muscles, but the wolf's blade retreated quickly, and in the end, the second leader only left a narrow wound on his face, and the bright blood stained half of the wolf's cheek.

"You're the first person to hurt me." Wolf Blade wiped his face, looked at the blood on his hands, then looked up at the second leader, and said in a cold tone.

"Haha....." Even though the wound in his ribs was rapidly draining his strength, the second leader still laughed, "I'm still the first to cut off your head, mongrel. The second leader spat at the wolfblade.

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"Hurry up, hurry up." The butler ran anxiously as he turned to the guards beside him and asked, "How many people have the townspeople gathered?" ”

"My lord, all the men over the age of 15 and under the age of 50 have been gathered, a total of 1,246 people, and all of them have been distributed. Lord Swarig was leading them towards reinforcements from the city gates. The guard replied.

There are not many more than 1,000 people, but they are already all the men who can fight in Pur Town, and most of the strong laborers have been trained by Qin Feng to become soldiers, if it weren't for the arrival of a large number of displaced people before, Bull Town would not be able to support it at all.

"What about the barbarians?" The butler heard Swareg's name, was silent for a moment, and then asked.

"Under the leadership of the second leader, reinforcements have already gone in the direction of the city gate, my lord."

The butler nodded, and what the barbarians did put his mind at ease. It seems that the young master's original decision was not wrong, and the barbarians are an important force at this time.

And in the back of the mountain, deep inside the mountain, in a room. Lit grease candles with a grease aroma that is characteristic of burning, illuminate the room. The room was small, but spacious, and the walls were marked with knives and axes, as if the room had been carved out of stone.

There was a stone bed against the wall on the north side of the room, and in the middle of the room was a large wooden table, and in the middle of the wooden table was a large burning candle, and the melted candle oil dripped onto the table, and then solidified, gathering into a huge lump.

In the center of the wooden table is a roasted pork leg in a wooden bowl, followed by a huge wooden barrel filled with rum.

There were two humans sitting in the room, said to be human, but they were also a little different, they had big heads, big noses, long beards, and huge voices, but they were not tall.

The room was quiet, with strong soldiers guarding the door to prevent drunken drunks from coming in in a daze, and the only sound in the quiet environment was the sound of striking iron.

Hammer sat on a stool, his hand touching his long beard, and looking down at a piece of parchment.

They are very concerned about the situation of orcs and humans, and have been sending scouts to investigate, this is the latest news.

The situation was very bad, with a big nose on the hammer, a frown on his brow, and his long eyebrows hanging down and his beard tangled. If it was in the past, he would definitely take care of his beloved beard, but at this time he didn't have that idea, he looked up at the other person sitting across from him, Brute Hammer.

"It's not good." Brute Hammer picked up the huge wooden wine glass and took a big sip of rum, "Hehe..... I already knew that that kid would be unlucky this time, you can see for yourself, I was right, his decision was wrong in the first place." He burped, raised his hand to wipe the wine from his beard, and slammed the glass on the wooden table.

"But they have learned their lesson," said Hammer, holding the parchment, "and this time there is a traitor among the men themselves, and if it were not for this, the situation would not have been the way it is." With their forces, they can do it against this number of orcs on the walls. ”

"Cut....there are always such scum among the human race." Brute Hammer spat disdainfully, he looked at Hammer: "I know what you think, and there are many other dwarves who think the same way as you, and they have many. The oath we dwarves promised, I will not break, and no one will break it. ”

"You take 2,000 dwarven warriors and go to Bull to help the humans and keep them safe. But I don't want you to suffer too much, otherwise I won't spare you easily if you come back. Brute Hammer said.

"Yes, Patriarch. I will definitely do what you say. Hammer jumped off the stool excitedly, replied in a loud voice, and was ready to leave.

"Wait," said the Brute Hammer, pouring the panicked hammer, "how do you want to get to Bull Town, and rush straight in?" ”

Hammer froze and touched his long white beard.

"Inside the Hall of Oaths, there is a door, and behind the door there is a passage that leads directly into the town of Bull, and you pass from there with the warriors." Brute Hammer jumped off the stool, smelled the wine, couldn't help but drink another big glass, and then led the hammer into the Hall of Oaths with the smell of wine.

The Hall of Oaths is located on the lowest floor of the Frost Dwarf Castle, this hall was built by the first generation of the Frost Dwarves settler patriarch, and the entire Frost Dwarves, only the patriarch knows that there is a passage to the outside world.

Compared to the Frost Dwarves' diminutive size, the Hall of Oath was unexpectedly spacious. Two massive stone statues of dwarven warriors stand on either side of the hall, clad in dwarven armor and armed with massive warhammers and razor-sharp battle axes.

Between the two statues is a huge dark stone slab, the stone slab is carved with complex patterns, not as delicate as the elves, beautiful, fine, but his heavy texture reveals the vicissitudes of ancient life.

The Hammer stopped, and reached out to pluck a metal ring from his beard, the ring was very ordinary, much inferior to the other metal rings on the Hammer's beard, but the intricate patterns on the ring revealed his extraordinary.

"This is the key to open this door, and if you put this ring in that ring-shaped groove, the door will open automatically." Hammer reached out and handed the ring to Hammer: "This ring is not allowed to be lost, and if it is lost, then you don't have to come back until you find him again." ”

"Yes, Patriarch." Iron Hammer looked down at the ring in his palm, wondering in his heart, could this small ring open the huge stone door? He was curious, but he also knew the importance of the ring, and he nodded solemnly.