Leaving Cape Town, Burnt Brighton was sitting on a wooden chair on the bow deck, riding on the undulating sea, which still made him a little dizzy when he was familiar with the heaviness of the earth, which may be a common problem of dwarves, prone to seasickness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But his spirit is extremely clear now, and his face full of brown beard is now solemn, especially in those small eyes, the brown pupils also seem to be serious, looking at the young dwarves squatting on the deck in front of him, and he didn't speak, and the atmosphere was very strange.

The two friends who had been friends with Brighton and were also the dwarven elders of the Burning Ash tribe sat on either side of the patriarch, looking at the young men in front of them.

In fact, the three merchant ships are all about the same, the difference is only that the other two merchant ships have three dwarven elders in each, and there is no Brighton patriarch in charge.

But apparently there was very little pressure on the other two merchant ships, for the young dwarves who were squatting on the front of the merchant ship were almost under great pressure with their heads down.

Even cold sweat was spreading on his forehead, and he didn't dare to make any sound, even the ash Gary at the front, when facing his father, his face was covered with cold sweat.

This is not a good sign.

Brighton, as the patriarch of the Burning Ash Tribe, has never been so dignified as he is today, especially so that these young dwarves dare not move at will.

Quiet does not mean peace, let alone everything calms down, everyone knows that the estimation waiting for them is not a good end, especially the burning ash Gary at the front, as time goes by, in the face of his father's coercion, almost to the stage of being unbearable.

"You're still too young."

Finally, Brighton spoke, looking at the young dwarves squatting on the deck in front of him, but his tone was not much anger, but with a sense of exhaustion, he slowly spoke: "It's really too young." ”

"Father." Gary was a little remorseful, and when he heard his father's voice, he couldn't help but raise his head, and said very ashamedly: "I... It's all my fault, I was stirred up to make the worst choice at this time, and our Burning Ash tribe was almost devastated. ”

"Well, that's true."

Brighton nodded, it was true, he didn't open his mouth to defend his son, he didn't reprimand him or get angry, but it was because of this appearance that the young dwarves around him were even more terrified.

Who doesn't know that the old patriarch of his Burning Ash tribe is a smiling uncle, but now seeing this uncle, who is usually not easily angry, actually showing such a blunt and bland appearance, it really makes everyone's hearts heavy, as if they were pressed by a huge stone.

They were still young and didn't understand what was going on, but the two elders beside Brighton had already understood, their faces gloomy and equally silent.

"This is a confrontation between two forces, and it is not something you can easily get rid of."

Sighing slowly, Brighton shook his head and smiled, but the smile was extremely bitter, and he looked at the young dwarves in front of him, especially his son, and said slowly: "Don't say it's you, even our Burning Ash tribe can't get rid of it, it's like the most vicious whirlpool." ”

"But what's next?" A dwarven elder on the left spoke, time has brought him age, but it has also brought him life experience and corresponding wisdom.

Looking at the young dwarves in front of him, remembering that he had only come to this island for a hundred years, he couldn't help but sigh in the same way, and said slowly, "It seems that we can't continue the blockade. ”

"Levi didn't ask us to join Cape Town."

With a wry smile on his lips, Brighton spoke, he looked at the elders on either side of him, looked at the young dwarves again, and finally stopped on his son Burning Gary, and said in a complicated tone: "This is a fortunate point, otherwise we will really be completely swallowed by the vortex." ”

"It can't be." The other elder frowned, looked at his patriarch in disbelief, and asked puzzledly, "Who would give up the casting and metallurgical process of our dwarven clan so easily?" ”

"He really didn't ask for it."

Bowing his head slightly, Brighton looked at the wooden deck beneath his feet, slowly stood up with his legs, and looked ahead from the bow of the ship, where the watchtower of Grey Mist City was already faintly visible at sea level.

But his heart was even more solemn, because he also knew that Gray Mist City still belonged to the old governor, and even if it didn't belong to it, it would be controlled by other noble classes, just like his own tribe, no matter what, it would become a tool in the hands of others.

"But it's time for change."

But Brighton gritted his teeth, turned his head to look at the two merchant ships behind him, and the young dwarves on the deck were also dejected, and couldn't help but let him whisper: "For the tribe." ”

The Burning Ash Tribe is the only remaining dwarven tribe in the North and South Roaring Sea, intact and thriving, and Burning Ash Gary still remembers that when he took over this tribe from the previous patriarch, the population was only three or four hundred, and the population has grown to one thousand or four or five today, which is really vivid.

In a flash of his mind, Brighton's expression was stunned, and his mind also came up with Levi's words and the confident smile on his face, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"I'm afraid it's not to give up our dwarven technology."

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, Brighton may have guessed something in his heart, especially the soldiers with muskets in the middle of the cape town, and the artillery looming on the city walls, which he had to admit that it was very good.

Prior to this, the governor of Grey Mist had secretly placed an order for three hundred dwarven muskets, which were now being made in a secret workshop among the Ash tribe.

But no matter how it compared, Brighton could only sigh: "It's because I can't look down on our dwarf technology." ”

In Levi's Cape Town, the development of firearms has long surpassed the craftsmanship of the dwarves, and even the more advanced firearms that the former Dwarven Kingdom did not dabble in deeply, and now Brighton has a hunch in his heart, even if he gives the Governor the three hundred dwarven muskets, it seems that the effect is not better than the muskets in Cape Town.

Or rather, far inferior to Cape Town.

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