Marcy Brute Hammer was very anxious at this time, and kept turning his head to look at the confined door.

Last night, after the Dwarven King had left the Dwarven Valley with his people, he had decided to stay.

Because there are still six or seven hundred people here, and these people are his relatives and friends, and he is not willing to give them up.

If Patriarch Rabiot could really bring back reinforcements, Marcy believed he could be an internal response.

He has full confidence in this.

But at this time, Marcy was a little worried and nervous about the next meeting.

Because he is about to face the vampires, a terrifying force that has destroyed tens of thousands of orc armies.

He is well aware of the characteristics of dark creatures, bloodthirsty and murderous, brutal and indifferent, and vampires are well-deserved villains in various legends.

Even the Abyssal Demons are somehow inferior to vampires.

Because the reputation of these dark beings is so evil that it has become so evil that all races are wary.

Even if the dwarves don't have much contact with vampires, no one dares to underestimate these exaggerated dark lives.

Although he didn't know why these vampires didn't attack the dwarves directly last night, Marcy definitely didn't believe that these vampires could really be so kind and friendly.

The insidious cunning of the creatures of darkness is a constant propaganda in the legends of all races.

The wait was long, and Marcy only felt like it had been a year before the door was pushed open.

Pedal Pedal Pedal ~

The distinctive sound of leather boots stepping on the hardwood floor.

Dressed in black robes, Li De stepped into the dwarf's room.

There was a bit of curiosity in his eyes, and he glanced left and right around the room, and the room was obviously dwarven style, rough and solid.

The room was about four blades tall, and everything around it seemed a little shorter, the tables were a little shorter than normal, the thresholds were a little shorter, and even the fireplace on the walls was a little shorter.

The house is clean, the floor is paved with gray hardwood, and the stripes are clear and exude the characteristic fragrance of wood.

The house is surrounded by gray stones, which are layered and can be felt at night.

Dwarves are second only to mining and forging weapons in their crafting talents.

In the middle of the house was a gray log table, surrounded by a few slightly lower chairs, and a dwarf in armor with a wary eye was watching him from a glassless window.

The dwarf in front of him had pale blonde hair like an old oil painting, a flaxen-colored beard, and was shorter than a normal dwarf, about 1.4 blades.

However, his armor was propped up by the strong muscles of his body, and the pointed warhammer next to him, which weighed at least three hundred pounds and was two ends taller than the dwarf, illustrated the dwarf's terrifying prowess.

The dwarves' unique body structure and long hours of forging weapons make them extremely powerful, even if they fight with orcs with an average height of two blades.

The moment Marcy saw Li De, his heart immediately lifted, and then a little shock flashed in his eyes.

Because he couldn't sense any breath from this vampire, this dark creature of elegance and aristocratism looked like an ordinary person in front of him.

Marcy took a deep breath, even the level 18 Rabiot couldn't hide it in front of him, but this vampire didn't let him detect the slightest breath.

He knew that he had met a strong man he was far from imagining, and he took two steps forward, and his five fingers clenched into fists hanging down on his chest.

"Greetings to Marcy Brutehammer, the dwarven warrior of the Brute Hammer Tribe, respected strong man."

When dealing with the strong, you must maintain enough respect.

This is the first rule of glory that is most widely circulated.

Even if the other party is an enemy, it is a dark creature of cruelty and bloodshed in legends.

Li De nodded, stepped forward and sat down unceremoniously at the gray round table, leaning back slightly on the chair, and his slender and slender right hand gently tapping on the tabletop.

Marcy Brute Hammer

Title: Forge Hand (Has flexible hands, increases the success rate of forging weapons by 50, and is good at crafting small arms with a volume of less than half a blade.) ）

Grade: 14

Age: 267

Description: A dwarf of the Brute Hammer tribe, a craftsman who likes to forge small gadgets.

Maxi?? How does this name feel a bit of a secondary two?

Li De secretly rubbed and complained, this dwarf's attributes are not strong, and they can even be called average.

But dwarves are dwarves, and any one of them has a good talent for forging.

"Dwarf, what do you want to see me?"

Looking at Li De's deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, Marcy took a deep breath and said loudly.

"Honorable powerhouse, may I ask, why do you restrict the dwarves from leaving??"

Since the orcs were cleaned up last night, the dwarves have been confined by the bloodline.

Although they were not imprisoned, those few high-level combat power had been hunting around them, bone dragons, Castro, and Coso, the deterrent power of this giant was invincible.

So the dwarves broke free from the orcs, but they didn't get the freedom they wanted.

"Why? Dwarf, are you questioning me? ”

Li De's tone was unhurried, but it was very oppressive.

His eyes slowly sharpened, "Now, everything in this land is my trophy, including the dwarves......"

Hearing this, Marcy immediately became angry, "No, you have no right to restrict our freedom, I need to lead my people away now!!" ”

"Why?" The corners of Li De's mouth hung an indifferent arc.

"We're dwarves, not your trophies!!" Marcy argued.

Li De shook his head and said with a bit of mockery, "Not our trophies? Is it orcs?? ”

Marcy's face instantly stiffened, and he opened his mouth but didn't know how to refute.

Being enslaved by orcs was something he was deeply ashamed of.

Li De didn't care, stood up and propped his hands on the table, leaning down and staring at the dwarf opposite.

"If it weren't for Master Valen's request, believe me, the dwarves would have been prisoners by now."

Master Valen??

Marcy showed a little surprise on his face, "You are the reinforcements invited by Master Valen?!" ”

The corners of Li De's mouth curled slightly, and he shook his head under the other party's expectant gaze, "No, in fact, the dwarves refused to become allies with the Holy Light Blood Clan.

Now we are fighting for ourselves. ”

These words directly made Marcy's mood sink to the bottom.

"Inform your people that you will be going to live in a new city."

Marcy shook his head violently, "No, we won't leave this land that belongs to us"

"Now that I belong to the Holy Light Blood Clan,"

"You are robbers!!"

"In fact, our occupation of this land has nothing to do with the dwarves, this land was taken back from the orcs by the Holy Light Blood Clan.

As for you, you're just slaves of the orcs, what does it have to do with this land? ”

Li Deyi waved his hand to stop Marcy, who was still about to argue, "The prince of the dwarves, Anakin, is also in my city,

Now that your king is gone, I think you need a new leader. ”

"No ......"

Li De didn't give Marcy any room to continue talking, and continued to speak strongly.

"It's not a matter of consulting with you, dwarf.

If you don't care about your people, if something goes wrong, the Holy Light Blood Clan will not show mercy.

Or, do you have what it takes to resist the dragons? ”

Marcy clenched his fists when he heard the undisguised threat, but when he saw the skeletal dragon hunting in the sky outside the window, all his anger was suppressed.

This is a vampire with a bone dragon!!

What do the dwarves take to resist?

The most important thing is that the dwarven king has left, and in the future he will lead the dwarven army to level here and save them.

When the idea arose, Marcy's will to resist plummeted.

Seeing the solemn atmosphere, Li De slowly straightened up, and after elegantly tiring up the somewhat wrinkled robe on his body, he said lightly.

"Marcy, you are a wise dwarf, I know you have unwillingness and anger in your heart, but the weak in this world have never had the right to choose.

If you want revenge, you can, wait until your king comes with enough reinforcements.

Until then, what you have to do is not to resist, but to cooperate.

If I were you, the best thing to do would be to choose to lurk and silently accumulate the power of the dwarves, and wait for the day when foreign help comes.

Or agree to my request for the time being, and secretly search for the flaws of the Holy Light Bloodline, and destroy it from within, so as to achieve your goals.

Instead of wearing shabby armor and starving to face off against a group of formidable enemies with dragons overhead.

It's not very courageous, it's stupid!!

I don't think the dwarven king would have done that if he were still around. ”

Marcy's heart was shocked, and it made a lot of sense, but it felt so strange to say it from the mouth of a vampire and an enemy who was about to enslave the dwarves.

And, you've seen it so clearly, do I still have a chance?

The god of forging is above, this vampire must be an apostle sent by the evil god!!

Li De took a deep look at the dwarf, "I'm going to tell you that the Holy Light Blood Clan has no ill will towards the dwarves, and you definitely don't believe it, but I promise you.

As long as the dwarves don't wave their weapons at the Light Blood, then you won't be harmed."

He has been watching these natural forging events for a long time since he knew the news of the dwarves, and as for whether it hurts or not, hum, when he returns to Daybreak City, these guys are not at his disposal.

Should you dig a pit and mine, should you forge a weapon, forge a weapon, 996 blessings, such a good treatment must not be let you enjoy it?

As for the dwarves who want to or not, he has a way to get the dwarves to work for him.

Does it cost money to eat? Does housing cost money? Eat, drink, and dress like that without a silver Puke?

It's easy to make money, go to work, forge weapons, build houses, mine ores...... There's always a job for you.

These dwarves were a formidable labor force in his eyes, and the kind that would allow them to work hard for a fraction of the cost.

Marcy looked at Li De's dark eyes, and for some reason, he always felt that although this vampire would not harm the dwarves, he would not have any good intentions.

Can ....... now

Marcy turned his head to look out the window, the once glorious dwarven city had been destroyed by the war, and the broken city made his heart ache.

What made his heart even more twisted was that the dwarves of the once powerful and confident Brute Hammer tribe were huddled together under the inspection of the bone dragon at this time, and their eyes were all blank.

Dwarves have lost the right to choose their own destiny after being enslaved by the orcs.

They no longer have the strength to resist.

"I hope you will keep your promise"

Li De showed a pure, kind, and innocent smile.

"Of course, I am a city lord with a noble character and has been praised by countless people."