"Before the conversation begins, allow me to interrupt once, there are three things to say. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Oss was overjoyed to see the three Black Iron Dwarf leaders sit down. Still, Oss pretended to be serious. Not only is he enduring mental exhaustion, but he also has to maintain his image in keeping with the great power he has just shown.

At this moment, Oss knew that he was suffering, and even his brothers did not know that he was already crumbling at this time. Moreover, the power he showed just now was actually far less shocking than it looked visually. In particular, Oss also deliberately controlled the Holy Light, flying in the night sky. After all, the golden holy light, against the backdrop of the late night, has a considerable sensory bonus. And the Black Iron Dwarf, who had never seen this kind of power, would inevitably be in awe.

Oss stood on one side of the table, facing the three Black Iron Dwarven leaders who had already sat down. The five fingers of his left hand are close to his right chest, and the five fingers of his right hand are pressed together and placed on his waist behind his back. bowed his head slightly, and made a full aristocratic etiquette.

Then Oss said again: "First of all, the name of the subdivision is Os Garithar, from the human kingdom of Lordaeron. ”

Oss suddenly became humble and polite, and was the first to introduce himself. This also made the three Black Iron Dwarf leaders who had already sat down get back to their feet. They also introduced themselves successively:

"I'm Grürel Thorrisson."

"I'm Hatrell Thorrison."

"I'm Angel Sorison."

After Oss and the other three Black Iron Dwarf leaders finished speaking, their minds moved, and they complimented: "Speaking of which, I have heard of your great name a long time ago. You also have four siblings, right? In the troubadour's singing, you seven Black Iron Dwarves are revered as the Seven Sages of Black Iron! This name, even as far away as the kingdom of man, is equally famous. ”

After Oss said this, the atmosphere changed completely. In the hearts of the three Black Iron Dwarf leaders, Oss at this time is a very powerful human being. Humans with such power should not be able to lie. They believed in Auth, not to deceive them with words of praise. Therefore, to be praised by such human beings, to hear their names and even to spread to the human kingdom. This made the three Black Iron Dwarf leaders not only have a new perspective on Oss, but also made them embarrassed and speechless because of what they had done before.

Only then did Oss change his previous seriousness and smile kindly at the three Black Iron Dwarf leaders in front of him. Then, Oss began to apologize again: "Secondly, I would like to express my sincere apologies to all of you. ”

Oss bowed and apologized to the dwarves on both sides, and then continued: "I am a human after all, and I should not talk about the internal affairs of you dwarves. You shouldn't treat your elders with the same attitude you just had. Please forgive me, a human boy, for trespassing. ”

This time, even Yuregal and Billsnott couldn't sit still. Only Kudran was the old god sitting on the chair on the ground. He knew that his good brother Oss was acting, and he forced a smile uncomfortably.

Biersnott was much simpler, he directly admitted: "Os, you don't have to apologize to me, I am indeed wrong......"

Before he finished speaking, Grurel coughed dryly twice and said for Billsnot: "Human, what you just said makes a lot of sense, and it is not right that we Black Iron Dwarves did it wrong first. Bill, Garr, I apologize to you for my orders and actions. ”

Billsnott blushed and said, "I also want to apologize to you, old friend, what I just said was too much. ”

As soon as the words began, Bisnott and the three Black Iron Dwarf leaders hugged one after another. It has indeed been a long, long time since they met, or even contacted. Since the Brute Hammer Clan left the Iron Forge Castle, the Black Iron Clan has gone deep into the underground mines, and the connection between the two tribes seems to have been severed with everything. Even if it really talks about the distance between them, they are obviously very close, and they are all in the same Danmoro.

"Well, before we toast, a third thing." Oss smiled, then pointed to a direction and said to the three Black Iron Dwarf leaders, "If you don't know, in that direction, there are two dwarves who have been following you for a long time. ”

"What!?" When Hetrel and Angelel heard this, they couldn't help but shout. Then, the two Black Iron Dwarf leaders did not question Oss at all. They nodded to Grurel, and immediately turned around and called a few Black Iron Dwarven warriors, and quickly rushed in the direction of Oss's finger.

The rest of Grurel, not worried about the matter, sat down again. Yuregal and Billsnot, who also did not speak, returned to their seats. The three leaders are all waiting for Helltrell and Angelell to leave. And Kudran, who had been sitting, was a little twisted and pinched, obviously not very comfortable. He kept glancing at Os. However, Oss only pretended not to see, and he put on a lookout, but in fact he was pursing his lips and secretly enduring the pain.

They didn't keep everyone waiting, and soon, Hatrell and Angelel returned with the warriors. However, when Grurel, who was sitting, saw the two dwarves they had brought back. He was shocked to get up from his seat again and greet him directly: "Dagran! Agmanch! The King of the Mountains is above, how can it be the two of you? ”

When Oss heard Grurel's cry, he was instantly shocked uncontrollably! He looked at the young dwarf in front of him, who was no taller than himself, and he really didn't expect him to be Dagran Thorrisson! With black skin and red eyes, they are no different from other black iron dwarves. A long black beard, carefully braided. He was dressed in a solid cloth suit and not even armor. The cuffs of his cloth blouse were embroidered with bright gold patterns. On the belt he wore around his waist was inlaid with a huge ruby that weighed more than an inch.

And behind Dagran, there was a young dwarf of the same height. This young black iron dwarf named Agmanch actually had a very bright silver beard. He was dressed in leather armor and had two daggers pinned to his waist. And the most conspicuous thing is that he wears a pair of strange red goggles.

However, Oss took a closer look at the two young dwarves who had been brought. He immediately suppressed the surprise and doubts in his heart, and commanded Nuen in a loud voice: "Nuen, go and add a chair!" ”

At the very least, Yuregal and Billsnott knew who Dagran was. However, the three brothers, Kudran and Sandmar, do not know. Nuen ran back to the camp to carry his chairs, and Kudran and Gothrum, and Talon Aix, looked curiously at the two young dwarves who had just arrived, about their age.

At this time, in the face of Grurel's questioning, Dagran actually showed some cringe, and he replied, "Uncle...... Uncle, I want to come out and have a look, so I ...... I took Agamanch with me. ”

Compared to Dagran, Agmanch was even more cringe. He hid behind Dagran, showing only one brain, and said to Grurel, "Father, you ...... Don't be angry......"

Oss couldn't believe it, he could never have imagined that the future ruler of the Black Iron Dwarves, who had established himself as the Emperor Thoresson, would be such an immature dwarf at this time.

However, the thoughts in Oss's mind flew around several times, and he immediately made a decision. Without waiting for Grurel to speak, he stepped forward and stretched out his right hand, made a handshake, and said to Dagran with a smile: "Tonight is a night to remember, and it is a great honor to meet you, son of Prince Thorrisen!" ”

Dagran stared blankly at Os's outstretched right hand, forgetting to respond. It was Agamanche behind him who secretly stabbed him before he came back to his senses. He shook Oss's hand embarrassedly, and then said very politely, "You...... Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency Oss Garissus. ”

Dagran didn't let go of his hand. He hesitated for a moment, then said in another breath, "You are so powerful! ”

Oss looked at Dagran with a smile and encouraged, "It's nothing, you can do it." But then again, how did you know my name? ”

Still forgetting to let go of Os's hand, Dagran turned sideways, pointed at Agmanch with his left hand and said, "Yes...... It is the tool of Agmanch, we can hear and see even if we are far away. ”

"Oh, is it? Nice to meet you, Agmanch. Oss turned to Agamanch and said, joking again, "I'm sorry, Agamanch, I don't have any extra hand to shake with you." ”

Only then did Dagran realize that he had been holding Oss's hand. In an instant, his face turned red, and he hurriedly let go of his hand.

Grurel frowned, looking at Os, who was talking to his nephew and son, and didn't know what was going on in his mind. While Oss was talking to Dagran and Agmanch, Nuen also returned with his chair.

Oss turned and beckoned to the three brothers, Kudran and Sandmar, and motioned for them to come over. Then he said to Dagran and Agmanch: "Come, let me introduce you to four new friends, all of whom are like you, the younger generation. ”

"This is Kudran Hammer, son of Prince Kaderos." Oss introduced each other, "You should have heard him, Kudran is Dagran Thorrisson, the son of Prince Black Iron. ”

Oss then introduced the three Sandmar brothers and Agmanch. The adult dwarves on the side, Yuregal and Grurel, looked at Oss thoughtfully, but did not speak. Billsnott and Hetrel, Angrell, of course, will not have any objections.

"Dagran, Kudran, and all the elders, please take your seats." Oss walked back to the table and invited the dwarves to sit down.

Kudran and his two uncles returned to their positions on the Hammer's side. Dagran didn't move, but looked at Grurel first. Then, he was led by Grurel and walked to the table and sat down.

Oss saw all of this, and in just two minutes, through the words and actions of Da Grand, Oss had a thought in his heart that began to sprout.

At this time, around this table, the Brute Hammer Warrior and the Black Iron Warrior were lined up on two sides. To the left and right of Kudran, Yuregar and Bilsnott are respectively. On Dagrande's left is Grurel, who can make decisions, and on his right, Heterell, Angrell.

As for Oss, he declined the invitation to sit down. Instead, he chose to stand in the middle of any party as a human being, as a witness to this conversation.

Oss looked around, holding back his inner agitation. He knew in his heart that the scene at this moment was rare, even beautiful. However, it still doesn't say anything. Oss pondered his emotions and announced in a loud voice, "Now, let's raise a glass and apologize for the actions of both sides. It's also for the sake of the Brute Hammer Tribe and the Black Iron Tribe for this long-standing friendship! ”

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