Dwalin was on a huge platform, with a complex mine path above him and an endless abyss beneath his feet. He'd been here for fifteen minutes since the patriarch's captain of the guard knocked on his door, so there was no other choice.

"You know, Dwalin, it's an honorable mission......"

The Darkhearth Patriarch Norri is still talking, and Dvalin's mind is no longer here, he is just doing his duty to lead the people.

"Do you remember?"

At the end of the chatter, Dvalin raised his head and looked at the dwarven patriarch on the throne not far away, but did not make any further move. He didn't know any patriarchs, and in fact he couldn't remember the last time he had gone down to the clan's depths.

"Excuse me, is this a forced conscription?"

Devalin ignored the Noli patriarch who was about to attack, and looked at the leader of the Ironforge Emissary, Gimli.

Gimli didn't care about the other party's attitude, like an elegant scholar, and said slowly: "Of course not. ”

"Well, then, I refuse." De Walling cut the railway.

"What! Licentious! ”

Nori's face turned red instantly, as if he had been greatly insulted, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if he was about to erupt fire from his mouth in the next second.

"Heh, honorable patriarch, you and the guards behind you plus the attendants, there are almost a hundred people, right?"

Nolly didn't know why Devalin asked, but he didn't reply, just snorted.

"If only one of these hundreds can tell who my father is and how long I have been an adult, then I should be on this errand, and I will not take a penny."

Quiet, the pin drop can be heard. Nol had never heard of the figure of Dwarin, and it was the first time he had seen him today, and he looked back behind him, but no one responded, and soon he looked at the captain of his own guard. But at this moment, someone broke the silence.

"Dwalin, son of Groin, dwarven mage, low elemental affinity, medium power of earth-based magic."

It was Gimli who said this, and the person needed by Ironforge had naturally investigated the background of the other party's origin, so he said it slowly as if he were reading a familiar poem. But just this sentence is enough to surprise everyone in the dark furnace. As mentioned earlier, the percentage of dwarven mages is extremely low, and their inheritance has an innate advantage in earth magic, which can play a big role in many ways, and such a rare mage, they never knew it. When Devalin heard this, his face was slightly gloomy, although he did not deliberately hide his identity as a magician, but after all, he enjoyed the rare peace of the tribe. The other party directly called out his ability, and in the foreseeable future, this will definitely break his existing life that no one cares about, and this is not what he wants.

"The legendary merchant of the Dwarves has done business in all corners of the two continents, even the Elven Court of Odashir, and legend has it that you have digested a batch of xenoores from Roaring Isle. Oh, my friend, when we started looking for your story, we were really shocked. A successful businessman, or a learned person, like you, is not well-known in our dwarven realm. To be honest, just finding out where you came from the Dark Furnace took us a lot of hands, and it can be said that it is deeply hidden. ”

Noli wasn't used to the way the Ironforge Emissary spoke in Crepe, but he understood what it meant. The leader on the other side, who didn't know the exact origin, was actually a big businessman, which at least represented money and resources, and his mind began to come alive.

The slightly unpleasant look on Dewalin's face had vanished, and he quickly noticed the change in his patriarch's expression. Truth be told, most of the dwarves' faces were almost half buried in their beards, and it would be a good camouflage weapon if they wanted to, as Dwalin was now, and outsiders couldn't tell his expressions and thoughts at all. Most of the dwarves have always put their thoughts on their faces, such as the greedy Nori. Dvalin only glanced at Nori, ignoring it entirely, and focusing all his attention on the Ironforge Emissary. His deeds are not difficult to check, but the elven land, and even the Roaring Island, this is not news that ordinary people may know. If the other party has been paying attention to his whereabouts, it would be fine, if it was only for a short time......

In the space of a few seconds, while Noli was still thinking about what to do with the unfamiliar lord, Dwalin had already made many ideas in his head, and each of them had no intersection with the Dark Furnace.

"The way Wang Cheng invited people is really like a spring breeze." Devalin's words are as bland as water, but they have expressed enough attitude. If the other party thinks that he has nothing to rely on if he is separated from the tribe, and forces him to comply, he will inevitably look down on him too much.

"Mr. Dwalin, I have no ill will."

Gimli took off his hat and bowed slightly. Judging by his style, he must not be an ordinary subject of the Iron Furnace, and perhaps the weight of this gift is not small, but as a seasoned merchant, Dwarin is not so easy to dismiss.

"Venerable royal city messenger," Dvalin bent down with his right hand on his chest, an angle of nearly ninety degrees, much deeper than Gimli's salute, "of course I am willing to serve the royal city, it is a great honor, if my father knew about this, I guess his bones would be able to jump up from the depths of the mine in the middle of nowhere, and then blow with the dead people in the neighborhood for three days and three nights." "Dwalin's body was performing the noble salute of the dwarves, but his words were not like that, and when he looked up after the salute, his eyes were full of the shrewdness of a philistine merchant." But you know, I'm a businessman, hehehe......"

Gimli's face was not very good when he heard this, and he realized that he might have done something wrong. The time required by the king was too short, and he had done everything he could to obtain as much information as he could, but it did not have the temperament of the dwarven merchant, so he chose the most conventional means. Nuoli cooperated, but he just wanted a dispensable little person, Wang Cheng's deterrence was enough, but what he didn't expect was that the other party would directly reject his patriarch. Then, Gimli chose to force him out of the Dark Furnace, after all, as long as he wasn't too stupid, he could see the intentions of the idiot Nori. In his imagination, all that remains is to negotiate a business at a certain cost. Judging from the results, Gimli seemed to have achieved his goal, but he did not see the slightest hatred in the other party's eyes. Forcing the dwarves out of their dens was never a pleasant thing to do, and the information he revealed was likely to make it impossible for Dvalin to set foot in the territory again for the rest of his life.

"Don't worry," Gimli said firmly, forcibly suppressing the vague uneasiness in his heart, "Ironforge will definitely pay you a reward." ”

Dvalin bowed again, and this time, no one saw his expressionless, indifferent face facing the ground.