Not long after the thief Sass left, Roland and the others encountered some accidents.

Suddenly, a rustling sound sounded in the surrounding jungle.

When the sound died down, I saw seven tiny black shadows burst out of the trees in a row, and landed steadily not far in front of Roland.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that the seven figures were several dwarves in heavy armor.

The dwarves were panting with a dwarven musket in their hands, and the muzzles of the black holes were aimed at Roland's people.

These dwarven muskets were not simple, and Roland hurriedly asked the twenty Van Doreen elite soldiers to raise their shields and set up a defensive formation.

"Hey, you humans, this is not the place for you to come, if you insist on moving forward, then just wait and eat the gun!"

At this moment, the first bearded dwarf stepped forward, raised the musket in his hand, and roared loudly at Roland.

In an instant, the atmosphere between the two sides became delicate, and war was on the verge of breaking out.

"Hey man, we're just looking for our lost shipment, if you guys pick it up...... I'm willing to trade a few interesting mechanical designs for Chambor, which seem to have never been made yet. ”

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Roland's face, and he waved his empty hands and said to the dwarf.

And the reason why Roland said that......

The main thing is that he wants to see if the goods that have been stolen can be taken back in such a peaceful way.

For these dwarves of the Redstone Mountains, the wine and mystical mechanical blueprints are the most prominent. Lure. Confuse. Force.

"Chambord Ronte? No, we can't make it without blueprints! ”

Suddenly, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the dwarf with the cigarette in his mouth, as if he was very interested in the mechanical design that Roland had mentioned.

But such an excited look lasted on his face for a few seconds, and he soon showed a look of embarrassment.

"But...... I'm not sure you're saying that the cargo is in our tribe, because it's been a shame since we've left the Redstone Mountains in a long time. ”

The dwarf with the cigarette in his mouth sighed, as if he regretted that he had not picked up the goods that Roland had said.

The dwarves of the Redstone Mountains haven't left here for a long time, so it's unlikely that Roland's cargo is in the dwarven tribe.

With the dwarf's sigh, the tension between the two sides eased considerably.

Compared to the wine and the mystical mechanical blueprints, it didn't matter what caravan cargo was.

"Isn't it in your tribe?"

But Roland couldn't help but wonder about this, if it wasn't for these dwarves who robbed the goods, then who would it be?

He really couldn't think of any other forces in this Redstone Mountains.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a monster-like roar sounded from the forest.

"Damn, it's them coming, guys, blast them to smithereens!"

Suddenly, the dwarf's face changed, and he immediately roared, raised his musket, and pulled the trigger.

As his roar rang out, the rest of the dwarves also pointed their guns in the direction of the monster's roar with solemn faces, and fired cross-fire.

In an instant, bang, bang, the sound of gunfire instantly filled the forest, and the bullets sprayed out wildly intertwined into a huge net, and the flickering flames illuminated the surroundings as if it were day.

But...... Even if seven dwarves unleash a storm of bullets in the jungle.

The seeping roar still lingered in the woods, and the distance between them grew closer.

In an instant, Roland's face became solemn,

"As long as something is not right...... Just get ready to attack! ”

Roland's eyes flashed, and he whispered to the people behind him.

Those roars gave him an ominous premonition, like the previous encounter with that Barrens in the church, full of darkness, killing, death.

So he finally decided to kill the monsters, and maybe that decision would earn the friendship of the dwarves.

As soon as the words fell, I saw several figures rushing out of the bushes, rushing towards them frantically under the gunfire of the dwarves.

"It's ...... Dwarf? ”

When Roland saw the true face of those mysterious figures, he immediately felt a trace of shock in his heart.

Because those guys turned out to be dwarves, wearing tattered armor, and their bodies were covered with hideous wounds, and blood was running down their bodies.

But to Roland's surprise, their pupils were completely occupied by blood-like light, like a bloodthirsty beast.

Those weird dwarves are so fast that they can dodge quickly even in the face of a huge network of gunfire.

Suddenly, his face turned weird.

No matter how you look at it, those dwarves full of dark aura are like real undead creatures, and those dwarves have no breath of life at all, they are simply zombies.

"It's very interesting dark magic, and I am very interested in the caster of the magic that can transform a dwarf into such a powerful undead creature."

Suddenly, Buseton, the lich beside him, told a shocking truth.

Roland's guess was indeed not wrong.

The monstrous dwarves were undead creatures, and they were level 30 or higher, and even the Lich Busthorn praised the caster.

Since there are undead spirits, there must be a caster of the undead in this redstone mountain range.

Now Roland has to find out what this is all about, otherwise it will be very troublesome for him to do the rest of the matter.

"Van Doreen's soldiers, hold off!"

Suddenly, Roland waved his hand and said in a low voice.

As his voice fell, more than twenty Van Doreen's elite soldiers immediately launched their charging skills, and in the blink of an eye, they appeared in front of the seven dwarves, raised the blue shields in their hands, and formed a wall of iron men.

With a loud bang, the undead dwarves slammed into the Iron Man Wall, causing the elite soldiers to take two steps back.

Just a moment when several undead dwarves hesitated, with a pop, five arrows in a row slashed through the air, piercing the corpse of the undead dwarf and nailing it to the ground.

Suddenly, Roland felt that it was the right choice to abduct this NPC.

And he didn't sit idle, quickly using the upgraded fireball technique to bombard those undead dwarves.

Sure enough, the power of the advanced [Fireball Technique] has increased a lot, and after adding the burst effect, it is simply like a small bomb.

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield was shrouded in flames, no less than fourth-order flame magic.

Everyone present was stunned by Roland's fireball technique, they had never seen a fireball technique with such great power.

And those undead dwarves, although agile, faced with Roland and Christie's crazy long-range suppression.

It didn't take long for them to turn into cold corpses, then be burned by the flames and disappear into the forest.

Suddenly, after seeing those undead dwarves being wiped out, the previous dwarf did not hide the exhaustion on his face at all, and said in a low voice.

"Hi human, as a thank you for your help, I decided to invite you to the tribe, and I think the patriarch must be very happy to meet you!"