The dwarves who came from afar, hula, surrounded Lan Xiang on the main road in the village, which was not very wide, and for a while, it seemed a little crowded. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A circle of dwarves armed with giant hammer battle axes stared at Lan Xiang with fierce eyes, while outside the warriors were ordinary dwarves who watched the excitement in a circle.

I'm here to find a task and get benefits, but I'm not here to get a fight. Lan Xiang, who pretended to be calm, looked at the beard in front of him and waited quietly for the next step.

"Although my dwarf clan has never been friendly with the demons, it has never been hostile, why did you suddenly break into my clan?" It was Inovav, the dwarven clan, the patriarch who spoke.

Since the dwarven clan is good at forging and is not a race that can fight well, all races basically interact with them in a wooing attitude. To put it bluntly, the Dwarves are a permanently neutral race.

"It is rumored that the dwarves are the blood relatives of the god of forging, and no one can match the art of forging. Hospitality is eternal, and today I was fortunate enough to come to the dwarven clan to pay respects, but I never thought it would be this scene. Saying that, Lan Xiang also made a sad look.

Ma Dan, put a high hat on you first, and then pat yourself on the back, if you can't do it, you can only say that the dwarves are too TM axis.

Sure enough, as soon as Lan Xiang's words came out, he saw Inovanv's face sad and hesitant.

Seeing this, Lan Xiang said again: "Hey, the glory of the past is still there, but I'm afraid that other people will come into the village." Anyway, since the dwarven race has fallen to the point where it has lost the basic etiquette of the noble race, I can't bother and take my leave. With that, Lan Xiang turned around and was about to leave.

His words were really vicious, and in just a few words, he gambled on the glory of the entire dwarf race. Where is there still a choice in Inovanv.

"Slow down, although my dwarf clan has fallen down, but the basic etiquette is still there, and you still haven't retreated, and the face of the dwarf clan has been lost by you." After blowing his beard and glaring, Inovan came to Lan Xiang's side and said, "Since this demon warrior is here, my dwarf clan should treat him warmly. With that, Inovav made a gesture of please.

Lan Xiang, who followed Inovav's advance, learned through his introduction that these thatched huts were inhabited by ordinary villagers, mainly to maintain the livelihood of the clan, while the real dwarf clan all lived in the mountains in front of them.

"The dwarf clan is superb in forging, and you should be able to eat and drink spicy food wherever you go, how can you be so downcast?" Lan Xiang asked suspiciously.

"Hey, the dwarven glory is no longer there, and now livelihood is a problem, I wonder which race didn't come with all kinds of rare metals and rich materials to seek a good weapon, and now, hey." As he spoke, Inovav sighed repeatedly.

"Then why don't you take your weapons and get some food now? I believe that with your technology, there must be no shortage of buyers. ”

"When the God of Forging was still there, the various tribes did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to trade with us, but now that they have lost the protection of the God of Forging, they not only suppress the price very much, but even the food they exchange is much worse. What's even more infuriating is that they want to enslave the dwarves and make us work as free coolies forever. Because dwarves are not naturally suitable for fighting, they are forced to hide in this wild place and survive in desperation. Inovan, who opened the conversation, kept telling about the suffering of the dwarves.

Listening to Inovanv's words, Lan Xiang fell into deep thought, the dwarf's forging technique is beyond doubt. If you can exchange food for equipment with them and resell it, you should be able to make a lot of money, right?

"In the cave in front of us, the statue of the god of forging is stored, and at the same time, it is also the place where we forge weapons." Under the leadership of Inovav, Lan Xiang walked into a passage that could only accommodate one person at a time, and then entered the belly of the mountain.

Lan Xiang, who entered the belly of the mountain, only felt a heat wave coming towards him.

The sound of clanging percussions is endless.

Torches could be seen everywhere around the cave, and just when Lan Xiang came to an open place, a giant statue seven or eight meters high appeared in his field of vision.

The entire statue maintains a hammer-wielding motion. Although the statue is rough, the face is angular.

"This is the god of forging?" Lan Xiang asked curiously.

"Exactly, although I met by chance when I was a child, I will never forget it." Inovav said with a feverish expression.

Lan Xiang didn't care what the God of Forging looked like, he just wanted to know what benefits he could get, but since he came to worship the God of Forging, he had to pretend.

After making an aristocratic ritual towards the statue, Lan Xiang had an unexpected gain.

System Prompt: Dwarven Inovav, Opinion of you has increased by 10 points, and the current opinion is 60

After the Lengleng God, Lan Xiang asked, "I don't know how many forging masters there are in the dwarf clan now." ”

"Hey, it's not a secret, if you count me, I'm only seventeen or eighteen."

"How can it be so rare? Aren't there many clansmen? Lan Xiang couldn't help frowning.

"One-third of the clan is old, weak, sick and disabled, and one-third is busy providing food and living for the clan, and the remaining one-third, except for some dwarven warriors, has to go to mining and looking for rare metals. Apart from these, where else is there anyone available. Hey, the heavens are going to kill my dwarves. Inovanfu's tearful words made Lan Xiang's brows furrow into a Sichuan character.

Lan Xiang, who came to the inside of the cave, completely comprehended the desolation of the dwarf.

I saw a dozen shirtless dwarves forging weapons. The source of fire they used was the magma in the mountain. And more than half of the dwarves look at least fifty years old.

Although Lan Xiang knew that these were just system settings, this dwarf clan was too miserable.

"Inovav, I don't know if you've ever heard the word player?"

"You mean the Otherworldly Brave? Are you? ”

Inovanv's words made Lan Xiang understand that players are all otherworldly beings in the cognition of NPCs.

Either way, as long as you can show that you don't belong to any camp.

"Yes, since you know about the Otherworldly Braves, you must understand that although I am a demon, I do not belong to any camp."

"So what?"

"I want to make a deal with you."

"Oh? Tell me about it? ”

"I'll trade food for equipment forged by you dwarves. How is it? ”

"However, the current dwarf clan no longer has the original forging scale, and the quality is also very low." Inovav said with little confidence.

"What? Have you lost even your forging skills? Lan Xiang frowned and said in a deep voice.

The quantity is not large, Lan Xiang has already prepared in his heart, but if this quality is not good, then there is no need to trade at all.

Concerning the survival of the dwarf race, Inovav saw Lan Xiang's ugly face, and hurriedly explained: "It's not that the technology is not enough, but there are no good materials, they are all low-grade metals, how to build high-grade equipment?" ”