"Hey, Gary, I think this time is a bit bad. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

In the traditional house, a dwarf who had a good relationship with Ash Gary approached, and there was no expression on his brown bearded face, but he was also a little worried when he heard the voice.

Especially looking out the window being guarded by hundreds of human warriors with knives, his brows couldn't help but furrow deeply, and he said in a rough voice: "Will they kill us?" After all, we came to the East Coast and were very unkind to them, and if something really happened, we would all die here. ”

In the traditional house, more than fifty dwarves huddled together, all of them looked at each other in silence, but eventually they also looked at the boss at the window, the young patriarch of the Burning Ash tribe, Burning Ash Gary.

They are all companions of the same age, and what has happened like this is really beyond the ability of most people to deal with, so they have to look at their boss for help, hoping to wait for Gary to get an idea.

"But what idea can I have?"

Burning Ash Gary stood on tiptoe and looked out the window at the neat residential areas that seemed to be the residences of those nobles in the inner city of Gray Mist City, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Who did I provoke!" ”

Levi? The lord of this Cape Town? The guy who used to have only one small boat, and although the bones were very hard, they actually shattered when touched?

His mind couldn't help but think of his opinion of Levi, but he couldn't imagine why the small merchant who could easily crush him with one hand, and who would have disappeared into the harbor of Grey Mist City if it wasn't for the mediation of the owner of the Sea Lance Tavern, was now pressing him to threaten.

Yes, it is pressing him, even if Gary is too arrogant, he can know that even if it is his own Ash tribe, he must be careful, because this is not a heavyweight opponent to fight.

"Hey, Gary, isn't there a good way?"

The young dwarves around him, who had a good relationship with Gary, were obviously a little impatient, and they clenched their fists one by one, looking at the human warriors outside, all of them were extremely angry.

They are now like defeated captives, under house arrest by those humans, but how can they endure it?

This couldn't be tolerated, so many people stood up, gathered over, and said angrily in front of Burning Ash Gary: "Burning Ash Gary, we dwarves have no bad seeds, let's fight with those humans, as long as one person rushes out, then the army of our Burning Ash tribe will come over and avenge us!" ”

"Kill it! Kill it! ”

A low voice was vented, and the room was almost full of indignant dwarves, they all gathered, and if they waited for Gary's order to be given, they would also rush out desperately!

Dwarves have always been an emotional race, irritable, irritable, straightforward, with a tendon in their heads, and they admit to death.

This may be the reason why it is easy for them to have master craftsmen within the race, but it is precisely because of this reason that there is no one diplomat or politician in their historical records.

"Wait!"

But Gary couldn't help but exhale, from his father Brighton's teachings, so that his personality was not too direct like ordinary dwarves, especially now that he knew that he seemed to be in trouble, and his original head like a stone began to learn to turn.

His mind was thinking quickly, and although he was a little confused about these things due to his perennial direct personality, as long as he thought about it, he could still find that the two human merchants he met in the morning were very wrong.

Just then, for some reason, the two human merchants appeared in front of him, seemingly unintentionally talking about dwarven muskets and cannons.

They also talked about Cape Town, the lucky little human merchant who obtained the inheritance of the Dwarven Kingdom, armed with a large number of dwarven muskets and cannons, and even defeated the forces of Grey Mist, and occupied a large area of the East Coast alive, becoming a noble lord.

"Brothers, maybe we've been deceived."

Eventually, Gary came to a conclusion, and when he looked up, his face full of thick brown beard was already full of seriousness, and his eyes were full of mixed emotions.

Either angry, or sad, or annoyed after knowing that he was in trouble, he still looked at the more than fifty brothers in front of him who were usually together, and chose to be honest: "That's right, I was indeed deceived, and I took you into a favorite conspiracy of that group of human beings!" ”

"What?" The more than fifty dwarves were all taken aback, and although they didn't think too much about it, they still chose to believe in their boss, and they all looked at Gary and waited for the next words.

"I guess my father will come." Gary exhaled, but his face was still a little annoyed, and he said slowly: "It is estimated that the lord here, Levi has long known that we have been deceived and the reason why he didn't talk to us may also be waiting for my father." ”

"Waiting for the patriarch to come?"

The more than fifty dwarves were a little annoyed, they were all young dwarves, but they all had deep respect for Gary's father, the patriarch of the Burning Ash tribe, Blair.

Gary also nodded gloomily, sat on the ground next to him by the window, and at the same time stretched out his hand to beckon his companions to sit down, and said: "The rest is not something we can handle, if you are lucky, Levi, the lord of Cape Town, will not be difficult for us, if you are unlucky, you will have to wait for my father to come and talk in person." ”

But he didn't say it, he had no way to intervene here, or that he was no longer able to negotiate with Levi because he was not qualified enough.

It's only been less than two years, and Levi, the once small merchant, has become the lord of Cape Town, the master of the East Coast, and a baron in the actual sense, and it is said that even Grey Mist City cannot command him.

But thinking about the muskets that Levi and his troops were equipped with, he had also checked at the beginning, and indeed they did not belong to the dwarven muskets, and even in his heart, he did not want to admit that these human muskets were more suitable for human stature and physique, and they were more sophisticated than the bulky dwarven muskets!

"Perhaps, the North Trumming Sea, is it really Levi's?"

Squinting slightly, Ash Gary leaned his head against the wall, thinking about the rumors he had heard, and he became more and more unoptimistic about the governor of Ash Mist City and those nobles. (To be continued.) )