Angry, Loya wanted to just flip the table, but she didn't do it - just kidding, angry for angry, she couldn't do such a thing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the tribe often has brain pumping, the alliance is still sensible, and the problems that can be negotiated are not intended by humans, dwarves, or gnomes.

Especially when this kind of dwarf is about to become a three-in-one, and the main city of the dwarf is in chaos, although Luo Ya is unhappy, she still tries to restrain it.

"Damn, your fortress is only more than forty kilometers from our nearest settlement!"

"So it's no longer in your territory!"

"According to the Alliance's original Pioneer Law, fifty kilometers is the radiation range of the settlement, and no more settlements are allowed to be built!"

"That's the bill of your alliance, and you can't control the tribe."

"But at the meeting after the Scourge War, Sal personally promised to respect each other!"

"Our tribe has never said that there is any radiation range, so it's better for you to ignore this fortress and respect each other!"

Not to mention the thunderous Loya, Gromash and Red, who were holding statues on the side, were almost stunned!

This is Shulu from the Blood Ring Clan, right? Why is his face exactly the same as that goblin named Hesuo at the negotiating table?

Methodical, logical, and strangely thick-skinned...... Shulu fully demonstrates the various qualities that a negotiator should have.

However, this cunning guy is actually a warrior, can you believe it?!

Toshuru's blessing, the negotiations entered an absolute stalemate.

However, accidents always happen when you don't expect them.

After all, it wasn't Shuru who had the insight into people's hearts, but the dagger at his waist, the Blade of the Dark Empire of Saratas.

By chance, at the end of the meeting, Loya felt an unusual aura from the dagger on Shuru's waist - as if she had faced a leprosy dwarf for the first time in Nomorigan.

This time, Luo Ya was no longer reckless and obediently informed Gerbin.

……………………

While Loya was spitting at the negotiating table with the orcs, Gerbin had already cleared most of Nomorigen with the help of the dwarves who had arrived in a hurry—although the radiation concentration was still a little higher, but at least the stone monsters and leprosy gnomes had been cleared.

Cerma Praag had already felt his defeat by this time, and he shrank his strength in an attempt to resist stubbornly.

To the east of Nomorigan, Sema Prague activated the emergency radio and began to openly shout that if Gerbin insisted on attacking, he would detonate all the explosives stored here and bury Nomorigen for himself!

That's tricky!

Poor Gelbin, the great craftsman felt that the Mediterranean Sea above his head seemed to be larger again.

But there is no end to it, and Sema Prager, who still does not give up, uses the emergency radio to make his own bet - to fight with Gerbin, Sema Prager wins, and Gerbin lets him go; Gerbin won, and Sema Praag was captured.

Let the fist head be the referee.

"Fair and reasonable." Gerbin, who learned the news, pushed the lenses on the bridge of his nose, "That's good, my gullibility caused this Nomorigen disaster at the beginning, and now it's all up to me, just right." ”

The battle took place at the largest experimental site in Nomereggan.

For this battle, Sema Prague built herself a new suit - a very agile device. With the hiss of steam, the human-sized machine leapfrogged through the barriers.

The battle armor was welded from a number of ornamental, malleable metals, exactly like the ornate armor that humans show off to the public at military parades - the only difference being that the part above the neck is the wrinkled cerebellum of Cisco. In just a few days, the crazy dwarf seemed to be so old that Gerbin could barely recognize his old friend. His thin cheeks, a few tufts of gray, sparse hair were messed up into a hen's nest, and the sickly gloom and grim green of his face clearly showed the radiation and insanity he had endured.

Sema Prague mistook the look of pity on Gilbyn's face for appreciation. He spun around excitedly, then bowed exaggeratedly.

"Breathtaking machinery, isn't it? You know, I previously did a test run with a prototype that was more practical on the battlefield. It turned out to be too bulky...... And it's easy to explode. And this suit is much more stable. It's more in line with who I am. ”

"Your identity?"

"Of course. Only the king of the dwarfs is worthy of being equal to the rest of the rulers of the continent. An insignificant loser like you won't understand. ”

"The king of the gnomes?" Gerbin frowned: "That means you have completely abandoned the path of election?" It's quite self-aware, after all, it is really reluctant to get voters to vote for a guy who is not even a dwarf. ”

Sema Prague seemed to be speechless for a second, then hissed.

The Great Artisan wasn't sure if the sound was coming from the boiling steam engine in the belly of the suit. Or was it the usurper himself—but in any case, the noise matched the anger on Sema Prag's face.

"I think the long days of being a dwarf and a fart have left your mind a little bit unclear! Not a dwarf? I'm a dwarf ten times stronger than you! While you're having a smooth ride with your inaccurate 'talent', people like me have to work hard to gain recognition. ”

"Who spent so many weeks designing the ballistics for your siege tank? Have I ever received a of gratitude from me for turning your lump of iron into a mobile turret for letting it shine in the midst of an act of God's war? ”

"Cisco—Cisco Sema Prager." Gerbin sighed, "You were once one of the smartest gnomes in Danmoro, and you seem to have forgotten that I never spared my gratitude to you!" You've got a lot of ideas that are quite creative, even genius. But you've been too careless all along. Many times you make assertions based on vague estimates, and maintenance and improvement are sloppy, like a goblin. I sent you to design the cannon in the hope that you would grow a little bit with this task, but the trajectory you calculated would cause my siege tank to explode as it reloaded. It took me hours to redo your part before sending them to Ironforge. ”

"What? Lies! If I really did that water, then why do you say that I designed the cannon? ”

"Because," said Gerbin, "you are my friend." ”

Cisco Semaprague took a step back, his eyes widening.

For a moment, Sema Prag's expression softened, as if he had changed back to the young and energetic young man he had been, the former companion of Gerbin, the dwarf who had finished his studies with his help. It was Gerbin who had brought his friend into his foundry, and after he had become a master craftsman, he had promoted him to a prominent position in the craftsman's court, although he had a terrible performance and continued to make mistakes......

But so what.

Sema Prager narrowed his eyes, the unambitious dwarf lacked the motivation to move forward, what a bullshit dwarf light, he was the real future of the dwarf.

Everything, let the fists do the talking!