Wutong didn't fly too far, after all, [Atmospheric Wings] are not real wings, and he is not a real birdman, and being able to fly is already the result of his application of light, floating, flying, and acceleration spells such as [Levitation], [Secondary Flight], and [Atmospheric Wings], which is why he can play like this with his strong energy value, and he has changed to an ordinary mage, just to supplement the energy value consumed, it is enough to bleed in his heart.

Holding the sleeping black girl in his arms, he landed about a few hundred meters away from a Dilo dwarf village, Wutong rubbed his chin and looked at the small brightly lit cave, and the two Dilo dwarf guards standing at the entrance of the cave, not knowing what bad ideas he had.

It seems that since he entered "Endless", no matter where he goes, there will be disasters, without exception, so far, whether he is active or passive, anyway, the number of places that have been plagued by him is quite a lot, but I don't know if the Dillor dwarves can escape his poisonous hands.

These peripheral Dwarf villages of Dilo are actually large and small caves, either naturally formed, or artificially chiseled out by Dilo dwarves, or how to say that the dwarves are a people of stone, their ability to deal with stones is almost instinctive, no matter how they dig, they will not hurt the bearing point of the cave, and they can be regarded as the best dungeon engineers.

From the perspective of Wutong, this small cave is only inhabited by a small village of no more than 100 people, about one-third of the adult Dilo dwarven warriors, and the cave is planted with large mushrooms and lichens covering the ground, edible moss, and various fungi, which is the staple food of the Dilo dwarves.

At this moment as Sycamore observed, he saw two Dilo dwarves riding giant underground lizards, carrying large baskets out of the cave and going deeper into the underground world, presumably going out to hunt or find food.

The flickering eyes of the sycamore pondered for a while, blessed himself with [proficient language], temporarily obtained the language ability of [underground dwarf language], and then appeared in shape, approaching the cave of the Dilo dwarves, as soon as he appeared, he was discovered by the alert Dilo dwarf guards, roaring and rushing over!

"Hey!! Dear dwarven friends, poor lost ones have only come to ask for help! Is this your hospitality? ”

Wutong put on a very innocent expression, took out a bag from the dimensional bag and threw it in front of the two Dilo dwarves who rushed over with the hand of a mage, startling them, and poked the bag with the giant axe in his hand suspiciously, sniffed the smell of the air, and roared in ecstasy: "It's the smell of sunshine!" It's delicious meat! As he spoke, he scrambled to tear open the sack and scattered the strips of dried bacon inside.

Because of the huge portable space, it is often difficult to determine what exactly is in the items that Sycamore carries with him, and even if Sycamore wants to find some items, he has to rummage for a long time, and it is normal for a bag of dried bacon to appear for an adventurous journey.

I saw a Dilo dwarven guard grab a thick strip of dry bacon and bite it off in half, chewing vigorously, because of the long time of pickling, smoking, and exposure, the basically hard strip of meat that could be used as a weapon made a clicking sound in his mouth.

"Salty! It's salty! ”

The Dilo dwarf, who was gnawing on the dried bacon strips, screamed in surprise while being squeezed by the salty bared teeth, while his companion was originally vigilantly staring at the sycamore who was posing with no malicious intentions, and was also surprised to grab a dry bacon strip and stuff it into his mouth and chew it.

Wutong is called a sweat, this kind of dry bacon is prepared for adventurers who travel for a long time, after heavy salting, high temperature smoke, exposed to the sun, absolutely no moisture at all, to prevent deterioration and decay during the journey, and to some extent instead of the role of salt, these two stupid roe deer directly gnawed, and are not afraid of being killed.

However, these Dilo dwarves are indeed really savage, after making sure that there are good things on the mage in front of them, they immediately cast a greedy and murderous look, and Wutong smiled and waved his hand, stopping the dwarves who were about to move: "Hey, hey! I was so timid that I scared me, and I ran away! Well, you can't stop me! I've got a lot of good stuff here! ”

Wutong's words caused the two Dilo dwarves to throw their mouses, and one of them roared with a hideous face: "Hand over the good things on you!" Master Blackstone agrees not to eat you! ”

"No problem! No problem! ”

Wutong waved his hand and took out a few large bags of items, but without waiting for the two Dilo dwarves to approach, he waved back again, the dwarves raised their weapons angrily, and Wutong spread his hands with a smile: "You see, the good things I carry on my body are much heavier than my meat, are you willing to eat my meat, but lose a lot of good things, or are you willing to let me live, and you get a steady stream of good things?" ”

This question seems to be a bit complicated, and directly stunned the two stupid roe deer, and after scratching their unkempt hair for a long time, one of them roared in annoyance: "Master Heishi does not accept threats, I want your meat, and I want your good things!" I can kill you and eat your flesh while robbing your stuff!! ”

What a barbarism!

Wutong patiently explained, "Look, I'm a mage, right? Not to mention whether you can catch me, or even kill me, do you think you can find out what a mage is unwilling to hand over? ”

The Dilo dwarf called "Black Stone" looked up and down on Wutong's body, and was dumbfounded, indeed! This mage, in addition to the magic robe, really can't see that he is carrying more good things, and even the ones he took out before don't know where to hide them, the mage's methods are not something that the Dillor dwarves can understand.

"Master Blackstone hates mages!"

Blackstone brandished his weapon and threatened with a vicious expression, "Mage, what do you want to do?" Why did you come to the territory of our Black Iron Dwarves? What do you want to be willing to hand over something good and then let us eat your meat? ”

Wutong was cold, very sure that this guy was not a good opponent for negotiation, so he was too stupid to say: "I want to see your leader!" "Let's hope their leaders will be smarter.

Hei Shi stared at Wutong for a while with wide bull's eyes, and kicked his companion who was still nibbling on dry bacon strips: "Silly black! Go and call Grandma Montenegro! ”

The even shorter and fatter Dilo dwarf snorted dissatisfiedly, grabbed two more strips of dried bacon, didn't even want his own weapons, turned around and ran away, Wutong sweated for the third time, and he was considered a smart person in their village with Heishi? Is there anything even more stupid!?

Moreover, what is the matter with that black mountain grandmother? It's a wicked name

The yelling of the two guards had actually alarmed the dwarves in the cave, so when Silly Black ran back, a large group of Dillor dwarves quickly rushed out of the cave, led by the so-called Black Mountain Grandmother, a dwarf without a beard.

Sycamore could only describe her as having no long beard, for he could not see any difference between this grandmother and the other dwarves, the same big shoulders and round waist, the same pimple flesh, the same wielding two huge and terrible dwarven wheel battle axes.

"Mage! What do you want? ”

From this majestic roar, Sycamore once again confirmed that this grandmother was no different from the other male dwarves except for her beard, including her chest hair and strong pectoral muscles.

"Your Excellency, Honorable Grandmother, I am just a poor lost person who has come to ask for help!"

Sycamore tried not to let her eyes look at Her Excellency Grandmother's breasts, well, it was stronger than the other male Dwarves surnamed Dilo, and it was clear that if Her Excellency Grandmother wanted to, she could make her muscular breasts dance left and right.

The majestic grandmother slashed the huge wheel tomahawk in his hand on the rock in front of the sycamore, sinking into the rock more than half a foot deep, looking at the sycamore questioningly, and finally his eyes fell on the black girl who was sleeping in his arms, and suddenly became angry: "Liar! Ground people! I don't know how you came to be in the territory of our Black Iron Dwarves, but you are a companion to these! The Black Iron Dwarves won't compromise with any! ”

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Sycamore stopped the angry grandmother's impulse to make a move, and pointed to the [life-chasing arrow] that pierced him and the black girl: "Please see clearly, I came here by accident when I was fighting this drow, and now, this drow is my captive and slave, and it is because of this arrow that I will come to you for help, aren't the dwarves the best blacksmiths and warriors?" I guess you'll be able to help me get rid of this arrow, right? ”

The little sycophant made the pretentious grandmother immediately change her posture: "What can we get for you?" ”

Sycamore liked His Excellency Grandmother's little deception very much, and smiled, "This, these, these, and more!" ”

With his words, a large number of food packets, barnyard wine, and all kinds of dried meat appeared in front of the dwarves, although they were only very ordinary and cheap items, but they had one thing in common, that is, they grew on the earth under the sun's rays, and they would have a great temptation to the races living in the dark and dark regions of the sky, otherwise they would be worried about Mao Zong counterattacking the ground?

The food that smelled of the sun made the dwarves go crazy, and the hyenas rushed like crazy, even Her Excellency Grandmother, who picked up an oak barrel thicker and taller than her body, unplugged it, and drank directly, and the terrible gurgling and swallowing sound frightened the sycamore.

It is estimated that a third of the barnyard wine was poured down by her in one go, and she made a thunderous and loud burp in a comfortable manner, put down the heavy oak barrel, and stared at Wutong with blood-red eyes: "Not enough!" ”

Wutong laughed, "If you want more, then it depends on what you can still pay, or, are you willing to accept my employment?" ”

(To be continued)