Gray Mist City, the outer city, the Burning Ash Tribe. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of clanging iron sounded throughout the tribe in the early morning, and in a dozen huge thatched huts, curling black smoke had also risen, like early morning cooking smoke.

For the dwarves, the black smoke rising from the iron furnace means the beginning of the morning, they love to drink, they love to strike iron, in their concept, there are not many ways to prove themselves, and to make a good weapon is a symbol of status and status.

In front of the patriarch's longhouse, the heavy and low wooden door was pushed open by a pair of fat hands, as the patriarch of the Burning Ash Tribe, Burning Gray Brighton did not need to strike iron, because his task was to lead the entire clan.

"It's another wonderful day."

Brighton exhaled slowly, his head a little dizzy from last night's pleasant hangover, but the cold and hot liquor made him look refreshed.

Although the smell of wine all over the body, the round belly, and the neat and clean lining are full of slimy liquor, but who cares? This is the nature of the dwarves, straightforward and free!

Although this is what they themselves think.

Brighton walked forward slowly, his brown beard was already slightly white, he had reached the age of old age, looking at this gradually prosperous tribe, his face was more satisfied, after all, when he first came to this island, the tribe was only six or seven hundred.

But after walking for a while, his brow couldn't help frowning, and he turned his head to look at the surrounding streets and iron stoves, and his short fat hand couldn't help but caress his stomach.

He didn't see his son, Burning Gary, or a young man about the same age as his own, which was rare in the past, and made him very puzzled.

"Hey, did any of you see that little thing in Gary?"

Standing at an intersection, Brighton looked at his companions who were still in full swing and were striking iron, and couldn't help but ask, "Where did all those little things go today?" ”

"They're out to sea!"

Someone responded: "It seems to be going to Cape Town, who knows, and he didn't tell us clearly, it seems to be to see what fun is there over there?" ”

"Cape Town?" Brighton's face was stunned, his bearded face suddenly stiffened, and his brows furrowed: "This is a bit bad! ”

His mind is like a cunning fox compared to ordinary dwarves, after all, as the patriarch, he is responsible for management and foreign affairs, if he doesn't understand clearly, his own Burning Ash tribe has long been swallowed by other races, and there is no scum left.

But now, Brighton became a little anxious, stretched out his hand to stroke his brown and white beard, and asked eagerly and loudly: "How many of them, when did they pass?" ”

"It seems that they are all gone, more than fifty people, and they set off early in the morning!"

The dwarves, who had also seen it, also put down the hammer in their hands, and came out with some puzzled frowns, because they had also discovered the situation of their patriarch, and it seemed that something was wrong.

It's not just that something is wrong, the current Burning Gray Brighton is already widening his little eyes, and he is very angry and waving his fat little short hand to the side, and said loudly and angrily: "Those little things, don't you know what Cape Town is?" This is damn good! ”

"Hey, Brighton, what's wrong?"

Several dwarves who had a good relationship also came over and touched the back of their heads, but they didn't understand why their patriarch had such a big temper.

"Hmph, this is a big problem!" Brighton spat hard to the side, turned his head to look at the dwarves gathered around him, couldn't help but take a deep breath, and said loudly: "Everyone pay attention, the Burning Ash Tribe is closed off for me, no one is allowed to go out, and no outsiders are allowed to come in!" ”

"Closed? We've just received a big order from Grey Mist City, and we need to send them weapons! ”

There was consternation on the faces of several dwarves, although they didn't understand the world, they also knew that they needed to send the crafted weapons to the buyers of Grey Mist City today.

After all, they still rely on the order of Gray Mist City to survive, especially the recent big order, a large number of weapons and armor, all of which are customized in their tribe, just the deposit sent over, there are enough three thousand large silver coins, not counting the payment that will be obtained every time it is sent over.

"Shut up, we're in big trouble!"

Brighton also showed his authority as a patriarch at this time, and spat at the side fiercely, and said angrily: "Give me orders!" ”

His authority was also reflected at this time, and the dwarves also raised their hearts, gathered and looked at their patriarch very nervously, thinking that something important had happened.

"You, you, and you, plus you!"

Brighton ordered eight people, all of whom were familiar friends and reliable dwarves in the Burning Ash tribe, and said urgently: "Go and put on your best clothes and go out with me." ”

After a pause, before his words fell, he continued to speak: "Also, bring your weapons, and put a close-fitting inner armor on my clothes!" ”

"Understood!" The eight dwarves nodded at once, and walked away briskly with a serious look on their faces.

By this time, all the dwarves had realized the seriousness of the situation, but they still didn't understand what had happened.

"Don't you understand? Our boys, we're going to get trouble for us! ”

Brighton snorted coldly, of course he understood that his son, and those boys didn't have the guts, but thinking about the irritable and easily stimulated character of the dwarves, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, turned his head and walked briskly towards his longhouse, and at the same time arranged: "Let's deal with some things, you guys be cautious in the tribe!" ”

Quickly returning to his room, he put on a clean and neat clothes, which were also covered with inner armor, and after washing his face, he looked much more energetic.

Pulling open the door, he lifted a two-handed battle axe on his back, and took the eight people who happened to come over, and walked quickly towards the outside of the tribe, and now the Burning Ash Tribe has also entered a closed state, fortunately, they used to live in a separate area, except for some unknown merchants at the door, most of the civilians are not surprised.

But Brighton frowned, swept past the gathered merchants, pulled his hat from his head, and walked quickly towards the harbor with his eight companions at a small gate.

(To be continued.) )