The blade was already unsheathed, and Keith's sinister smile was reflected in the gray dwarves' eyes, and the dwarves' gray faces were full of sadness as they looked at their companions who were dragged out and were powerless to resist. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

No matter where a slave is, there is no human rights, and even more so in a cruel place like the dark region. These grey dwarves are not combat-savvy warriors, they are accustomed to humiliation, to resignation, to survive oppression and exploitation.

Now freedom is in sight, but it is cut off by the inhabitants of the world that they yearn for...

"Mentor Taylor." This sadness stung Ryan deeply, and he finally couldn't hold back, and spoke to Taylor and Negro not far away, "Perhaps, these gray dwarves will be more useful to stay." ”

"Huh? What do you want to say? Turning his head, Taylor looked curiously at the half-elf who had a lot of secrets, and Ryan's performance had obviously won his favor, so that he did not push him aggressively.

"These low-fighting gray dwarves can be kept as slaves by Drow, and must be good at mining and blacksmithing. The standard weapons requirements of the Dark Regions are much higher than those on the surface, and if they are left behind, they will definitely help the defense of the Green Forest in the future. ”

"Oh?" Taylor then pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled in an interesting arc, "It makes sense, but I'm afraid it depends on what they mean." ”

Taylor pointed to the Keith group in front of them, and saw that they had already put the gray dwarf prisoner who had been dragged out into a kneeling position, and slowly raised their blades in the midst of laughter.

"Negro! These gray dwarves are also victims, and if you don't kill them, you will be of greater help to the green forest. The scout captain was not far from the two of them, and he must have listened to his words, and seeing that he was still silent, Ryan couldn't help but shout, "Slaughtering the old, weak, sick and disabled, is this the honor of your Green Forest Guard?!" ”

"Huh?" Ryan's shout not only stunned Negro, but also caused the blades in the hands of the Keith people over there to stop in the air.

"Old, weak, sick and disabled? They are the underworld of evil ... ”

Seeing that someone was disturbing him, Keith immediately retorted, but was quickly interrupted by Ryan: "Evil? Do slaves have a choice? ”

Ryan's words woke up the dreamer, causing many soft-hearted students to nod, and the warriors around Keith also showed blank expressions.

"Green Zelin will not be peaceful in the future, these gray dwarves can help us build better weapons, and these weapons can save the lives of more guards."

"As for whether they want to or not, I don't think they will say no in the face of death."

"Of course, if you think it's a sense of accomplishment to execute these unarmed gray dwarves, I didn't say that."

As a guard, the word honor is both motivation and imprisonment, and Ryan's words of retreat as advance almost silenced everyone. Taylor looked at the young half-elf, and the smile on his face couldn't help but widen: "Ryan is right, the benefits of keeping these gray dwarves are greater, as for the rest, we might as well bring them back to the surface before making a decision." ”

Seeing that Taylor agreed with his idea, Ryan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, with everyone's awe of Taylor, thinking that these gray dwarves could be regarded as temporarily saving their lives.

"Damn it!" The hatred could not be vented, and Keith had an angry expression on his face, but since the leader had made a decision, he could only sheath the blade, and then came to Ryan's side, and said viciously, "If these gray dwarves make trouble, I will make you pay!" ”

"Drow can subdue them, why can't we?" Facing him without fear, Ryan didn't make a promise, but his words left Keith with no place to refute.

Taylor nodded at Negro, who walked over to the guards and directed them to drive the Norsemon in the cart the way they came, with no expression on his face to guess what he was thinking.

Taylor looked at Ryan silently for a long time, and when the latter felt uncomfortable and wanted to move away, he finally spoke: "I'm more and more curious about where you got your knowledge about Drow and the Grey Dwarf. ”

"Did you believe me in my dreams?" Ryan's words are not a joke, for him, the past and this life are really like a dream.

But Taylor obviously didn't believe it, shook his head with a smile, and scratched the gray beard on his chin: "Haha, young man, I'm not a three-year-old. ”

"As I read in the books, I didn't have a chance to leave Horncreek before." Ryan pursed his lips slightly, leaving such a very perfunctory sentence, and quickly followed the footsteps of the large army on the return journey.

The thinking of this young half-elf is indeed too different from his age, and it is difficult for people to combine together. However, Ryan's intelligence and ability were recognized by Taylor, and he didn't ask questions as before.

At the same time, Taylor was not only curious, but also relieved. Fort Shining Star is a buffer point between the two hostile countries, and if you are too paranoid in the name of Shining Star Castle, it is easy to break the hard-won peace between the two sides. Not to mention Ryan's strange thing, the students around him did not oppose accepting help from the gray dwarves on the surface, and they had more or less taken this concept to heart.

The gray dwarves had just returned from the brink of death, and they all let out a cry of surprise, and one of the gray dwarves, who was not young, silently looked at Ryan who came over, and under the astonishment of the nearby guards, he actually opened his mouth to say the common language: "Half-elf, thank you." ”

There was a half-elf around here, and Ryan turned his head in surprise when he heard this thick voice: "You can speak the lingua franca?" ”

"Yes, I am the patriarch of the Bloodspear Clan, Grond Bloodspear, and I have dealt with many surface merchants in the past." The old gray dwarf patiently explained to Ryan, then knelt down on one knee in front of Ryan and bowed deeply to him, "May Moradin bless your noble soul." ”

Hearing this, Ryan couldn't help but feel a lot more relieved in his heart, this patriarch knew the lingua franca, at least communication would not become difficult. What's more, Moradin was the chief of the dwarven gods and the father of the dwarves who was known for his order and kindness.

For the majority of the inhabitants of Ariel, faith is sacred and cannot be falsified, and believers are bound to follow through on most of the teachings of the gods they believe in. Therefore, it is easier and closer to judge a person's character by starting with their beliefs. This is one of the reasons why mankind launched jihad more than a hundred years ago.

Seeing a group of gray dwarves half-kneeling in the prisoner cart under the signal of the patriarch in front of them, Ryan felt awkward and hurriedly waved his hand: "You don't have to be like this. ”

"I've heard what you've just said, and we're willing to help you forge weapons as long as humanity promises us freedom...

"I'm just a small soldier, you better leave these words to the leader." Shaking his head, Ryan interrupted the gray dwarf, "Why don't you tell me about your clan, the name Blood Spear doesn't match your image, and how the hell did you get here?" ”

"The name Bloodspear was inherited from our ancestors, we originally lived in a remote village in the Dark Regions, relying on weapons and minerals to exchange supplies from surface merchants, and were fairly self-sufficient, but the arrival of the Drow Elves destroyed everything...

Soon, everyone had already packed up their things and set off, and the corpses piled up were burned by the flames, dispelling the darkness of this space for the time being, and a pitch-black shadow gradually revealed its true face under the light of the firelight.

Long pointed ears, purple-black skin, long silver-white hair. The darkness could not obscure her vision, and as she looked at the surface humans who were fading away, the coolly dressed woman Drow had a wicked smile on her face, "Look what I found?" Mankind? Taranvi will definitely reward me handsomely. ”

"Reward! Gold! Shiny Gold Coins! A sharp voice came from behind the female drow, and when she looked closely, she found that a little demon with a whole body in pitch black almost melted into the darkness.

"Shut up! We're not done yet, hurry up! Drow shouted angrily, but it quieted the mischievous creature. I saw that Drow gently recited the spell, and he successfully started casting the spell without using the spell casting materials.

Seeing this, the little devil immediately waved his wings and jumped on her shoulder, and the translucent film covered them at the same time, and soon, their figures seemed to be erased by an eraser, and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Protective kindness and invisibility, no wonder no one has found them...