Dwalin straightened his back and remained motionless in his position facing the king. There was no movement in the hall, but the world had changed in his eyes. He seemed to be in an endless killing prison, and the killing intent did not let go of any corner, reaching his brain from all directions, violently squeezing his reason. Cold sweat soaked through his clothes in an instant, and he couldn't even breathe. For an eternity, when the bright light of fire lit up again in his eyes, he could barely stand still, leaning on the back of his chair and coughing violently. It took a long time for his breath to calm down, and hatred burst out from the depths of his heart, ready to take over his will, but before he straightened up, everything disappeared into the abyss of consciousness, without stirring up any sound. It was a killing intent from the Dwarven King, which was much more violent than Gimli's attempt, but the level of power was by no means comparable to Gimli's. If you had to make a comparison, it would be like a stout adult dwarven warrior and a child who has just begun to babble.

"The other party really wants to kill himself."

Dwalin reminded himself over and over again that he would die instantly if he only needed a look, or even a second more than a second of mental stress like the one he had just had. This aggrieved fact and the extreme fear of the moment almost made him lose his mind, and at the moment of breaking free, he used great perseverance to resist his urge to pull the gun out of the ring, and then quickly established a psychological defense. It wasn't a fair deal, and the backstage he had worked so hard to build up over the decades didn't play any role in the royal city, so he had to put himself in a humble position, just like he had just left the clan to go on his own.

"Forget it, as the old saying goes, often walk by the river, how can you not be cut, hey, if you are cut, you will be cut......"

Thinking so, he smiled to himself.

I have to say that as a self-reliant and self-reliant new-age dwarven merchant, Dewalin is definitely a talent. In just one minute, he wandered from the edge of life and death, and then quickly put himself in the right position, and through strong self-deprecating hints, he allowed himself to accept such a setting, as if he was still a little self-satisfied. Of course, his performance completely fell into the eyes of the two powerhouses of Ironforge, and by the time Jimley was puzzled, His Majesty the King had already smiled. This smile is like the melting of ice and snow and a hundred flowers blooming, and the atmosphere of that moment is ...... Okay, it's a bit of a dissonance to say that a dwarf with thick eyebrows and a mustache, but the atmosphere in the hall has softened.

Dyne II turned the tablet over and pushed it in front of Devalin.

"Sit down, can you read the text on it?"

Dwarin bowed again, this time to the courtiers of the dwarven clan, and although it was not due to the king's rule, he still chose this etiquette, and then sat down directly in his chair without looking at the king's reaction, concentrating on the stone slab.

"It's an ancient text," said Devalin directly in the face of the seemingly chaotic notch, "At an auction more than ten years ago, I once got a jewelry box with such marks in the inlaid ornamentation, and it came from a branch of the elves that had been wiped out. ”

"Here," Dwarin pointed to a spot on the slate, "there are three curves above, and a mist underneath is a text I can recognize." But I don't know exactly what this word means, because the meaning of the same word can vary greatly in different contexts. In the cases I know, it can represent an illusory dream, or it can be fate or even life, and in general it is an illusory or obscure thing. ”

"Elvish?" Gimli couldn't believe it.

"Yes, I'm sure of that. You know, I'm a merchant, and I have a preference for older things, so after getting my hands on that jewelry box, I tried to find some clues, and then out of control, I collected all the information and utensils that I could get my hands on, and restored some of the text. It's my hobby, and of course it's business, and I sold that jewelry box to the elves for an almost sky-high price, thanks to the results. ”

"Can you read it?"

"I can understand it, but because there is no corresponding context, I can only translate it according to the literal meaning I guessed, which may be very different from what I really want."

"It's okay, let's talk about it."

"Because the meaning of the individual words is unknown, I have to choose a context......" Dwarin thought for a moment, and then said carefully: "For this, my experience is to first bring into an illusory context, for example, if it is a prophecy, then it probably means 'When the king dies, the greedy people are not warned, and they continue to search for the truth under the cliff...... When the undead die......'"

Seeing that the two fell silent, Devalin immediately said: "I want to emphasize again, because there is no context, this is just the result of one of the forced translations, and the reference value may be very low, please Your Majesty do not be misled by me." ”

"No!" "In fact, your translation is very close to our guesses. ”

Gimli said: "There is nothing to hide now, I have added a sentence to the snake, since Your Majesty has shown you the slate, then you are left with only two choices, join us or die, I think you can understand." ”

"Of course." Devalin nodded, which he expected, since even the king had come forward, it must be a big deal. Ideally, he will be restrained in some way, but still enjoy some freedom, and of course, the worst outcome is to be pushed into some dark abyss, or turned into fertilizer or something.

"Welcome to Ironforge, then, my friend."

Dwalin looked at the suspicious vial that Gimli had pushed over, and his eggs hurt a little.

"Hmm...... If I asked what it was, would you be honest? ”

"Hehehe......"

"Hmm...... Can you not drink it? ”

"Hehehe......"

Oh, your sister! De Wallin estimated that this little old man was holding a grudge against him, and he was stunned to ask the boss to do it himself.

"Hey, you're too direct, don't you give any mental preparation."

"Hey, hey, hey...... Five...... Four ......"

The other party began to count the seconds, and Devalin's heart was crossed, he grabbed the bottle and drank it, swallowing it all in one go, full of pride!

"Dry, people die and birds rise to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years!"

"Alright, my mission is over, and I'll leave the rest to you, Gimli."

After saying that, the king flashed, and there was really no time to delay. Gimli's face was already smiling like a flower, and he jumped out of his chair and walked out.

"Follow me."