The dwarves had stopped believing in the goddess Mara thousands of years ago, and the crash of the Suncastle was a devastating blow to the dwarven dungeons, and they rebuilt their homes under the leadership of Moradin, who is now the god of the dwarves. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

So the dwarven underground city that owns the statue of Mara has at least a thousand years of history.

The people in the hall didn't show much surprise that the two new faces were added, and it seemed that Keith had helped other people in the North who had lost their homes.

"Case ......"

"Keith!"

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Almost everyone who passed by him would say hello to this "leader" as a sign of respect for him.

Keith told his men to give the wolf's skin and meat to the women, and he led Lancet and Moriath to his tent.

"In order not to delay your time, I'll make a long story short." He took off his white cloak and threw it on the wolfskin blanket, and said bluntly, "I need your help. ”

Lancet made a deaf look.

"We found this vault about a month ago, it's so safe that the orcs can't find us. But we also have to face other problems. ”

"Food and water." Lanster interface.

"That's right." Keith nodded, pointing deeper into the hall through the tent, "There's a brass door at the end of this room, and although we haven't opened it, we can hear the sound of water flowing from there. ”

"Over the course of a month, we've been ambushing orc forces outside, bringing residents of other villages to this safe haven. Now that we've gathered quite a few survivors, I think it's time to open that door. ”

"Do you know what's in there?" Lanster asked, raising an eyebrow.

He was suspicious that the bearded Northerner had no idea what he was going to face when he opened the door.

"Dwarven defense machinery and traps or stuff...... I've had someone find out before. Keith said with his hands on his chest.

"Now that you know, you should know that it's not something you can deal with." Lancet replied with a pout.

"Originally, I wanted to gather more warriors in the north, but our reserves are already insufficient, and you must know that the snow in the north is not so easy to turn into water." Keith said, glancing at the female mage beside Lancet, intentionally or unintentionally, "But your presence has made me feel that the opportunity is right in front of my eyes, and this is Tebertha's mercy for the North. ”

"I thought the people of the North no longer worship the god of ice and snow, Tybertha." Lancet followed the example of the other party, and his left hand, hidden under his arm, slowly pressed on the knife bag. Of course, Keys's small movements just now couldn't escape Lancet's eyes, and he felt that this bearded man should have seen something.

"I've always believed that the god of ice and snow hasn't abandoned the North, these people of Tebertha." Keith spoke of the Ice Goddess with a pious look on his face, and then he turned to Moria, who had been silent, and bowed, "This witch friend must be the hope she brings to the people of the North." ”

Lancet slowly moved his hand away from the bag of throwing knives at his waist, the bearded man who should have just seen Moria, who was casting spells, but did not know her mage's identity.

"You know what, Keith?" Lancet laughed and mocked, "You should go to Makanna to be a priest, you're really humiliating to stay here." ”

"So you agreed?" Keith ignored the other party's ridicule and asked with a serious face.

"What if I say no?" Lancet asked with a cold face.

"It's okay if you don't agree, you can stay for the night or leave."

"Let's leave, aren't you afraid that those orcs will catch us and ask about it?" Lancet asked with a sneer, he didn't believe the other party had such good intentions.

"You don't have to worry about this, I advise you to think about how to keep the head on your neck after you go out." Keith also replied with a smile on his face.

The tense atmosphere in the tent reached its peak for a while.

Lancet would never have made such a trip to the troubled waters, and he glanced at the mage, and Moriah followed him out of Keith's tent and in the way he had come.

"Eddard ......" Ranster telepathically called out to the little one hidden in his cloak, and the raven poked his head back from his shoulder, observing the movements of the people of the North.

"Well, the bearded man came out of the tent...... A few people around him gathered around, oh...... It's a bit unpleasant, they're coming this way. With that, Ed slipped back under the cloak, and even if he didn't use it to keep watching, Lancet could hear footsteps getting closer and closer behind him. 、

His right hand touched the silver-gray crossbow at his waist, and his left hand began to accumulate scorching arcane flames.

"Wait!" Behind Lancet came Case's deep voice, "We're going out with you, and we've just heard from our companions that a group of orcs has just ransacked the village to the south, taking a lot of northerners with them as captives. We're going to get rid of our compatriots. ”

Ranster didn't answer, he made way to the side, and followed the group toward the location of the secret door.

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The weather was so bad that it was impossible to breathe.

The bitter cold wind mixed with ice slag hit the face, making people feel a burst of pain.

Lancet looked at the overcast eastern sky and had a premonition that another blizzard would soon sweep across the North, adding insult to injury to the people of the North, who had already been ransacked by the Orcs.

"The blizzard is coming again, and I don't know how many people won't be able to make it through this time......" Keith took off the planks tied to his feet, his men were all in place.

"Follow the signs, west of the highest point of the mountain range on this side, there's a more secluded refuge camp over there." He took the plank that Lancet had handed him, pointed in the northwest direction, and said, "If you need to, go to the leader there, my Case's name is still quite useful." ”

"Thank you." Ranster patted the bearded arm and thanked him sincerely.

"If you really want to thank me, then you should accept my request." Keith was still a little haunted by what had just happened, and he was still thinking about the brass door in the vault with depictions of depicting dwarven reliefs.

"Keith, you have your mission, and we have ours." Lancet shook his head with a wry smile, he really didn't expect this seemingly grinning northern man to be cautious.

"Good luck with you." Lancet and the mage waved goodbye to the snow-white cloaked people of the North, and resumed their journey to Aden.