"Why," Perrante asked, "why haven't you gone to rest yet?"

The moonlight was extraordinarily bright today, but it was never comparable to the starlight of the Magic Galaxy, but the crisp air and the life hidden in the earth still made the druids happy—a fat musk mole was taking the crushed rattan powder from his hand with arched paws, "All right," the druid said, "You should go back and don't let the humans see you." "In such a barren place, even a mole can be regarded as a rather delicious delicacy, not to mention that the musk mole has a soft and dense coat with a metallic sheen, and because of its thinness and warmth, many knights and nobles are willing to use the skin of the mole to make cloaks and robes—if it is seen by a serf or a hunter, not only it, but also its children and wives may not get a good end.

"I always felt like we had forgotten something. Said the soul of the other world.

"What?" Perrant recalled for a moment, he felt that there was nothing missing, the lich's transformation ritual was not completed, and it was only a pathetic zombie who returned here after seven days, his letter eagle should have reached Grey Ridge, and then there would be other elves who managed to contact the nearest priest of the good god and ask them to deal with the follow-up - they didn't necessarily have to wait there for seven whole days and nights, just to deal with a zombie, he believed that whether it was Tyre, Rosada, even Su Lun's priests, or their followers, would not sit idly by and ignore them.

"Did you have anything left there?" the druid asked, after all, they had been raided, and if it really mattered, he could summon a red deer or transform himself and take the spellcaster back to find it.

The soul of the other world was speechless, and he reached out and shook it at his waist.

Perrant stared at his hand, his eyes froze, and then his expression changed to a state similar to "embarrassment", and a little incredulous.

"McGee!" they said in unison.

They had to delay their departure for half a day for this, and the next morning, after a little water, the druid took to the air in the form of a bald eagle. Then Berdwin helped the people here chop half of the yard with firewood - they didn't even have an axe, because the axe was a fortune, and long before the adventurers arrived, the axe was taken away as an increasingly expensive tax, and they had to use sharp stones or bare hands to prepare themselves for the winter, and when Berdwin decided to cut down a tree, they were terrified to stop it, because the tree was also the property of the lord, and they only needed to have fallen branches and leaves- Of course this is a white lie, and Berdwin, who was once a hunter, knew how much firewood it would take to survive such a long winter, "I have a gold coin here." "If anyone wants to punish you for this crime," said Baldwin, "pay it as a fine." ”

But he doubted that anyone would ever come to find out if the serfs had actually cut down a tree, and that neither Lev nor his wife could ever have been seen here again, the former had been reduced to nothingness, while the latter had gone to the moor of mourning in pain and remorse— It was only not known if she could still hear the cries of the gods, and given that she had fallen and that the devil would come with the smell of evil, Birdwin had no doubt that the old woman who had spent her life in lies might not have been able to leave a full footprint, and would be dragged into another abominable and desperate realm— By the time the priest had cleared the place, determined the death of Lev and his wife, and informed the Grand Duke, it would be seven days or more, and as for the man who would come to recover the territory, whether it was the Grand Duke's son or nephew, he might have preferred to stay in a warm room until winter had passed, when all traces would have been lost to snow and time.

The gold coin he left behind could buy enough food and salt for these poor people before the wheat in the fields was grown, so that they would not have to face the threat of hunger and cold after getting rid of a gray-robed lord.

By the time they were roasting sweet potatoes warmly around the campfire with the serfs (the sweet potatoes were still gifts from the elves), the dwarf McGee came back hanging from under the talons of the bald eagle and swaying stiffly.

He fell limply on the thick snow like a sack of grain, or a ripe berry, unwound, except for his eyes straight and his words and deeds.

Perrant returned to his original form, lifted the dwarf and placed it beside the campfire, then took a cup of piping hot honey from the lich's hand and stuffed it into McGee's little hand.

It was probably only when they were about to eat up the sweet potatoes that the dwarf finally moved and took a long breath: "The gods are above." "I thought I was going to be in that crack for years," he said in that small, mournful voice, and he looked at the sweet potato that Leona had handed him, put down the cup, and took a vicious bite, "You...... You guys...... Absolutely unthinkable," he said, sobbing, while miraculously not stopping him from drinking honey and eating sweet potatoes at all, "I ...... I'm stuck in a slit, yes...... A few hundred feet above the ground, I ...... I couldn't move, and I didn't dare ...... Move...... There are bugs crawling around me, burrowing ...... into my nose and ears, if it weren't for my eyes closed," he seemed to finally slow down and speak fluently: "They may have made a nest in my eyes......" He paused with a sob, "and...... That damn bird," he glanced at the druid cautiously, wisely not adding more nasty adjectives: "It feeds me, feeds me ......"

"Well, maybe it's because it thinks you're hungry?" said Leona, a little uneasy, having forgotten one of the dwarf McGee, and thinking that he had been hanging from the cliff for nearly a day and a night, and that she was going to show him her deepest apologies.

"But it feeds me intestines, intestines, intestines!" the dwarf screamed, "the intestines of the sheep, I saw it carrying a lamb in its mouth!"

"Well," said the druid, "intestines are pretty good food." "Especially for the eagle, it may be because the dwarf McGee can also be considered a guest, so the eagle is quite generous and benevolent as the host.

"But there's feces in there!yellow, soft, smelly feces!" the dwarf then cried out, "I can't even refuse!"

That one...... Eagle is indeed very stubborn at times, and Perrant thinks that maybe next time he should change his friend, say...... What about the fox? Offal is a fox favorite, so McGee might get a head with fur, but at least there won't be feces in the head - and he noticed that Gülen and the others had put down the uneaten sweet potatoes.

“...... You've settled that ...... What's wrong?" The dwarf calmed down faster than his companion, and his little hand nimbly turned the branch with the sweet potato: "What's that?"

"An evil grey robe. Berdwin replied.

"And countless mummies, ghouls, gargoyles, and zombies. Gülen said, allow him to exaggerate a little, look, it works well, the dwarf's mood is not so bad anymore, he even showed a relieved look, obviously, for a dwarf, compared to a necromancer with countless undead creatures, a carving eagle, and the temporary shelter that the eagle has chosen for him, and the sheep's intestines hiding in soft dung, are suddenly less unbearable.

"Can you tell me about it?" asked McGee, eagerly.

"Of course," said Kerry kindly, "but you seem to need a good night's sleep." ”

McGee hesitated for a moment, his spirit still a little high from nausea and fear, but he also knew that he really needed a rest; He looked longingly at the mud huts, the kind of serf houses that McGee had not even looked at before, but now they didn't seem to be very bad—after all, these serfs had long since lost the livestock they kept with in the mud huts, and because of the lack of food, they were shriveled like skeletons with barely a trace of life and skin, and they brought mud to keep them warm, and rolled a thick layer on their bodies like pigs, so that they could be a little sheltered even if they lacked clothes and firewood— The stench on them was much lighter, and although the mud huts were low, cramped, and dark, they still had fur on them, and McGee could sleep comfortably. It's just that he doesn't know if this will affect the rest of the trip, but since his companions have said so, he can only be respectful and obey his fate.

When the gnomes went to sleep, the adventurers sitting around the campfire were visibly relieved, the elves were visibly ashamed, and Leona couldn't contain a laugh, she knew it wasn't right, but a lot of things can't be controlled if you think something was wrong, and then it was Glenn who laughed uncontrollably, "Maybe we can carry him on his back later." Berdwin suggested.

"If it's a quiet trip, of course you can. "But if we need to fight," Perrante said. He raised his hands and made a few gestures, and Berdwin, who had a lot of combat experience, immediately understood what he meant, the druid was right, if in battle, the dwarf was likely to become his back armor, either into a hedgehog full of crossbow arrows, or die because he broke his neck or broke his spine.

"If all you have to worry about is that the gnomes are too weak to fight. The lich suddenly said, "Why don't you try to teach him to fight?"

"But he's a dwarf. Leona said without thinking.

"As far as I know, not every dwarf is vulnerable and useless. The lich looked at Glenn, "Every thief's guild has a dwarf. ”

Gülen nodded: "Yes, but ......" Generally speaking, gnomes in the Thieves' Guild are still more used to set traps and craft bows and crossbows and other equipment, and they are rarely used for assassination and raiding, although at some point, there are people who try to use gnomes in order to cater to certain monsters who like young children, but they either ask too much or give up their quest for various reasons (sometimes just because they encountered a dead mouse they think is unlucky when they go out), and the frequency of death and injury is very high, compared to the benefits of their exquisite craftsmanship, it is simply more than worth the loss, so in the end, when the thieves guild encountered this situation, they still preferred to choose the human children they had collected.

But it was not without the eccentric dwarf who was willing to taste danger and blood, and all he knew was a female dwarf, who was called the little monster, because her appearance was like the most beautiful and flawless pearl, but her soul seemed to have been soaked in the most evil mire, and she loved nothing more than to assassinate the good people, and when they saw the helpless little child, full of kindness to inquire about her, and even to hold her in their arms, they probably did not think that a delicate dagger would pierce their throat or heart。

"He's our companion, not a clown, not a burden. The lich said, and this time even Leona began to think solemnly.

"Maybe it was my mistake. Perrante admitted.

"A mistake that a lot of people make. The lich whispered, "A very normal mistake. ”

"Yes, you don't have to blame yourself for that. "Even if McGee does need to learn how to fight for his life and what he believes in, it's going to be gradual—first, he needs to know at least how to protect himself," Leona said. ”

"He's learned how to get along with an eagle. Gülen said, "A huge step forward. ”

"He seems to have said he wanted to be a heroic dwarf. "I think we can really try, and a heroic dwarf still deserves our admiration and admiration," Baldwin said. ”

Kerry looked at the black-haired spellcaster, and the lich smiled at him.

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Let's look at a small episode.

"I always felt like we had forgotten something. Said the soul of the other world.

"What?" Perrant recalled for a moment, he felt that there was nothing missing, the lich's transformation ritual was not completed, and it was only a pathetic zombie who returned here after seven days, his letter eagle should have reached Grey Ridge, and then there would be other elves who managed to contact the nearest priest of the good god and ask them to deal with the follow-up - they didn't necessarily have to wait there for seven whole days and nights, just to deal with a zombie, he believed that whether it was Tyre, Rosada, even Su Lun's priests, or their followers, would not sit idly by and ignore them.

"Did you have anything left there?" the druid asked, after all, they had been raided, and if it really mattered, he could summon a red deer or transform himself and take the spellcaster back to find it.

"Nope. The soul of the other world said that he couldn't think of anything.

But that's nothing. After all, not only did Perrant forget, Carey had forgotten, Berdwin and Leona had forgotten, Gülen had forgotten, the soul of the other world had forgotten, and even the author and so many readers had forgotten......

I waited a day to see if anyone remembered McGee the Pygmy...... (To be continued.) )