McGee had probably never run as fast as he had ever been. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

He tugged desperately at his little short legs, and jumped up when he saw the first step, his little hands gripping the railing tightly - the ladder for humans was about 6 inches, and it was not suitable for a dwarf, but could he complain about anything at this time? Of course, he only ran or jumped desperately, but just as he jumped to the fifth level, a gust of wind pushed him to the side, and his head hit the pillar, but fortunately it was too cold for him to take off his sealskin hat. It was a hard hit, McGee's ears were buzzing, and his eyes were gurgling, but he could figure out what was going on—the other winter wolf had jumped from the ground to the height of six gnomes, and the spinning staircase was a bit narrow for it, and it had to put one of its front paws on the railing.

It showed a "smile", yes, in the eyes of many people, the expression of many beasts when they showed hostility, I mean, opened their nostrils, pulled back the ****, and their ears were upside down, it did look like a smile, but in the winter wolf, which has more intelligence, it is indeed possible to be a real smile.

"Help!" cried the gnome.

"Help~" The winter wolf followed with a comical imitation - in the records of the documents and the legend of the hunter, the winter wolf is able to speak like a human, in addition to the lingua franca, it can also speak the language of orcs and giants, but it is the first time that a dwarf has heard a beast speak like a human - the voice of the winter wolf is not as scary as its appearance and nature, its voice is a little delicate, a little shrivel, it sounds like a child speaking. Perhaps it was an innate advantage given to them by the evil orc gods or something, and if Kerry had been here, he would have told McGee that the Winter Wolves would be constantly screaming for help in a human voice, luring humans who wanted to rescue their kind into their encirclement, and then happily split and eat them.

They don't need to do that now, but it's clear that the Winter Wolf's intelligence allows them to find pleasure in intimidation and teasing.

"Please," said the dwarf, "I have very little meat. ”

"It's okay," another voice said, "the cub's flesh is tender." A frost giant stepped out of the mist.

He carried a stick and more gold ornaments than the other frost giants, some of which the priest's vulture had taken from the mountain of severed limbs, and others that had been extorted from the other frost giants.

"What about your companion?" said Ostahl, as he walked up to the gnome, whose eyes rolled around, as if trying to babble, but Ostarr pulled his cloak, the gray-black cloak was so thin, but it was inlaid with Mithril thread and precious stones, and the gnome's gaze quickly swept over it, and then he saw what Ostahl had made him see—a red robe like congealed blood. The gnomes were frozen in this terrible sight at once, as if there was a Medusa standing in front of them - the red robes of the Dragonfire Islands were not a rare thing, although it was said that the most powerful red robes were in Grenada, but the power of those red robes and what they had done was enough to make the gnomes deeply awe-inspiring, not to mention, Ostahl's eyes were even more eerie than the black dragons they had encountered.

"They're up there, aren't they?" asked the Frost Giant's priestess, his enemy had become Ostal after the mountain's death, and of course, he remembered that they still needed to work together, but he couldn't allow another arrogant guy to take the place of the mountain as the first person to speak out in this makeshift ranks.

The dwarf took a deep breath and nodded carelessly.

"It looks like we're pretty close to them. The priest said, "We need to catch up immediately." He stared at Ostahl with those gray-white eyes, but with a wave of his club, he ordered a frost giant to climb the stairs.

The ladder provided to humans does not take into account either the gnome or the Frost Giant, who can only lower one foot on the ladder, and must curl up so as not to touch the ladder above. He tried and tried clumsily, but at last he could not bear to straighten up and smashed the stairs above, "No," he said to the priest, "small, small." ”

The priest turned to Ostal and said, "Use your spells." He said, "Use your spell to send us to those thieves." ”

"Can't you pray to the all-powerful Kawuha, that his most devout devotees may grow wings from their backs?" said Ostahl, "and think how much their faces are full of astonishment and fear when you suddenly fall before your enemies, like a falcon that catches a rabbit or a fish." ”

The priest saw that the young frost giants led by the eldest son of the giant mountain were nodding, they seemed to think that this idea was very good, great, and worth trying, which made his expression further gloomy - he did not miss the giant mountain, as the leader of the frost giant tribe, he was too smart, and his eldest son was stupid and suitable, but the priest felt that it was too stupid and a little bad at this time, "The powerful and great Kawu needs sacrifices. He said.

"That's a good one. Ostar gestured to the dwarf, who was constantly spinning his head, surrounded by several winter wolves, full of stinking barbed tongues and white mist snouts, if not stunned, he was about to be stunned, at least it seemed so.

"It's too small. The priest said. He doesn't use magic lightly, and Kawuha is not a forgiving and generous god. And he and Ostar both knew that in the end, if they could really kill those thieves and obtain the Metal Dragon's Vault, then neither of them would mind destroying each other and taking more things, even spellbooks, rune seals and the like that the Frost Giants couldn't use, they could hide them and sell them to human mages when the humans hired them. Even ordinary frost giants don't know this, but priests know best.

In that case, of course, he and Ostarr would not throw their power easily, which is why the priest insisted on Ostahl to cast this spell, and perhaps in the end, it was this spell that the warlock needed the most.

"I'm very old," said the priest slyly, though as a frost giant he looked little different from a frozen mountain, "and the magic I prayed for would bleed my children, and they would become too weak to catch their prey." He said, "If you are willing to give a little more strength, I can give you some gold." ”

"No!" cried the eldest son of the mountain, "he said he didn't want gold!"

Ostar almost laughed out loud, and sometimes you think that fools are cute too, especially when he sees the priest's facial features twitching subtly: "My gold," and the priest replied briefly, "Take it from my bag." ”

The young frost giant immediately bit his tongue, he was not that smart, but he could at least distinguish his own bag from that of others, and he also knew that it needed to be offered to the priests so that the god Kawu could bless them.

"And what about this dwarf?" said Ostal, "are any of you hungry?"

McGee bit his lip, his eyes wide open, tears glistening, and he could cry at any time, but the frost giants didn't feel pity for it, and if there was any idea, it was probably a little dessert with salt that would taste better or something.

"Me. The eldest son of the mountain said that he walked over to McGee, or just leaned down and stretched out his fingers to pinch him. (To be continued.) )