Anti-theft chapter, repeat the content of the previous chapter, updated tomorrow at 12 noon.

The dwarf said, "Tsk!"

From the first door of the road to the last door, the poor gnome bathed in that kind of mere hostility and not so correct gaze, but these did not prevent him from looking all the way, the style of dwarves and gnomes is completely different, the dwarves living in the Dragonfire Islands are more inclined to be gorgeous and refined, the weapons and armor they create, and even the buildings they create are as beautiful and strange as possible, and even the folding grills they build in batches are engraved with shells and fish patterns, and some even lose their original correct form, just because the gnomes prefer to add a few more lines, so that every shell and every fish is full of flowers—unlike the dwarves, whose weapons bear only the name of the necessary caster, the name he has chosen for the weapon, and the magical runes that some weapons have—only vertical and horizontal stripes for strength, friction, and recognizability—and this is also reflected in their statues, which are neither gilded nor painted, but take on the original leaden gray of the rock, and all the statues are extremely tall. Even though he had been a dwarf, he was twenty feet tall, with a dome on his head and pedestals on his feet, and they had only one or two ornaments on them, even if they were kings, and they were almost uniformly dressed in long blouses, jackets and barbed plates, iron boots wrapped around their feet, and the only thing that deserved the praise of the gnomes other than McGee was probably the vivid expression (they were all serious, but none of them resembled the other "people") and the carving technique that fully expressed the material of their clothes.

The gnomes could barely control their desire to peek through the iron gates, and the gnomes also used springs to make crossbows and jumping boxes (the kind of boxes that shoot poisoned arrows when opened), or to make hanging scales, leather bags, shock absorbers for carriages, etc., but they have so far not been able to make a spring longer than an elbow (perhaps, but it was secretly hidden by the gnome who knew the trick), but he could estimate the size of the spring that could pull the door when he saw the door, and even if he couldn't, the spring could be faintly seenThe dwarves didn't seem to care about being seen by a dwarf in their treasures, but Kerry leaned over and lifted McGee into his arms, then covered his eyes with his palms.

A dwarf grinned at the elves, and there was a smell of grease, metal, and sulfur all around him, and perhaps ale and roast meat, or the rancid smell he had picked up in a cave rat's nest three days earlier when he had climbed into a half-finished ring to look for the missing ring, but he didn't realize it, and to tell the truth, many dwarves would even think that their smell was a sign of their masculinity, and that there were always many female dwarves with beautiful beards willing to dance with them. The plate armor he was equipped with was not full of spikes like some dwarves, but it still had a lot of obtuse pimples that could not only remove the strength of the enemy's weapons from hitting the plates, but also make any enemy bleed on this all-steel ornament - even if they didn't want to come, the dwarves would want to pass.

But one of his most striking features is his nose, which is red and round, like a tomato or an overfilled ball of meat.

"Valentine is waiting for you. He shouted for them to follow him, and Glenn noticed that behind them was a column of dwarven guards, holding shiny spears, which could be said to be protection or surveillance, whatever you wanted.

They first entered a black hole in the tunnel, and the passage emitted a stale smell that could not be recognized by a dwarf or a dwarf - the smell of the abandoned ore tunnel lingered around the people, this may be a way for the dwarves to be vigilant, Berdwin thought, but Perrant did not think so, the dwarves were extremely proud of their achievements and exploits, and since they were invited friends, the dwarves would surely take them through the richest and widest, newest passages, He remembered the last time he had been in Iron Bone City, what a dizzying journey he had traveled- The dwarves held their torches high, and let them illuminate the rock walls and the ceiling of the cave, or the ground, and everywhere they saw it shimmered with gold and silver, and there were intermittent silver-blue lights, gold and silver were embedded in the black-gray rock wall like intertwined silk threads, and black-gray streaked stibnite, golden galenite and pyrite, dotted calcite, amphibole and milky white poisonous sand, they looked like ripples on the surface of the lake in the moonlight, and like stars twinkling in the gray sky, beautiful and meant abundant wealth。

And Perrant always felt a low and tense mood among the dwarves, was it orcs? By the time the druids thought so, they had already walked down the corridor and were standing in front of an elevator. This is another change, the dwarves trust machines, but not magic, even if they often create powerful magic weapons, but in daily life, they can try not to contact magic without contact, and although the accessories of the elevator are all made by dwarves, it is not the dwarven technology that makes it go up and down quickly and lightly, but the rune disk containing magic.

They walked up to what looked like an iron cage lift, the round-nosed dwarf pulled the gate shut with a bang, it was like a signal, the lift began to rise rapidly after a slight shock, in the dark and suffocating vertical passageway, the people in the elevator not only had to squeeze and suffer from bumps, Berdwin reached out and hugged Leona into his arms, the dwarf grabbed Kerryben's neck, Perrant and Cremar stood between Glenn and Memmy, this time Memmy woke up as the daughter of love, people thought she would be angry at Glenn and his constituents, and at least kill Glenn again, but to their surpriseThis time the goddess can be said to be unusually forgiving, although she told Glen Memmy with a sweet smile that she would never wake up again, and after she left, the body and the original soul would also be wiped out, and all spells and magic could not undo it, Glenn almost killed her again, but this time the soul from another plane controlled the thief in advance.

"I thought you knew," the otherworldly spirit said calmly to Gülen, "the words of the enemy cannot be trusted. ”

"It's strange," Glenn said in a hoarse voice, "I know that most mages lack respect for gods, but you are clearly the most striking of them, not that you are not unafraid of them, but that you never seem to have put them in a different position than you. ”

The otherworldly soul lazily reached out and stroked the thief's head, of course he knew why—he had been a materialist and atheist for nearly thirty years, and since he was an ignorant child, even the most powerful spellcaster in this plane would have revered the gods, but he couldn't, these illusory beings that should have only appeared on computer and movie screens were placed in his plane...... Well, he could almost imagine that the three thoughts that popped into his mind when he saw a strange creature in an ancient Oriental country were -- how to eat it, can it be delicious?

The greed of human beings cannot be matched or reached by even the devil, and in this plane, under the oppression of other fierce and powerful races, and under the bewitchment and guidance of the gods, human beings are still able to become one of the largest races with a short lifespan, weak strength, and fragile body. And in the other plane, there are no gods, no devils, only science, no talent, as long as there is intelligence can grasp the power, but also let the human race develop to a point that the ancients here and there could not think of, their arrogance and arrogance have reached a terrible peak, sometimes, the former immortal will also speculate, if the plane of his cohabitant is discovered by the gods, then who will be the ultimate victor? In the end, he was surprised to find that he could not be sure that the gods would be victorious.

Their bodies may be subjugated, and their souls may be subjugated, but their minds, the elusive and uncontrollable minds, will eventually lead to abandonment and rebellion if they are still allowed to retain their civilization and science.

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A small click stopped their thoughts, and the long and oppressive journey was finally over, and they jumped off the elevator and walked towards a horizontal corridor, and there was a gap of about a foot between the elevator and the platform connecting the horizontal corridor, and the dwarf jumped over, and the dwarf screamed, and buried his face in his shoulder socket by the elf's neck, not daring to look at the crack below that was as deep as night. The round-nosed dwarf let out an exclamation, not for anything else, but the human female of them all had the most wonderful posture, as if she were flying rather than walking.

After passing through this horizontal passage and climbing a narrow staircase, after turning three corners in a row, they finally saw a bright white light, and from the other end of the road, there was a warm wind.

Sure enough, after walking through this short corridor, they saw what the dwarf Valentine had seen before, and the magnificence, power, and beauty of the souls from the other plane were deeply amazed.

This passage leads to a narrow stone bridge, there is no guardrail on the stone bridge, only one dwarf is allowed to walk on it, in front of the stone bridge is a whole group of dwarven guards, if they are enemies, even if they can brave the dense arrows to rush across the stone bridge, they will be pushed down by spears to the lava pool, when crossing the stone bridge, the soul of the other world boldly looks down- His fear of heights had long been cured by flying, and it was found that after the dwarf's ingenious design, it seemed criss-crossed below, and there was always a wire suspension bridge that could catch you, and it was simply an illusion that a person who fell from the stone bridge would never be able to escape with his life unless he saw the right position and jumped violently.

Valentine received the adventurers in the hall of the dwarves, and the old dwarf's wrinkles stretched a little when he saw Perante: "I thought I would never see you again." He said, hugging Perrante warmly (who was half-kneeling down to match his height), "Is this the last time we'll see each other in Longwei Valley?"

"If it were to be taken literally," said Perrante, "probably not, I know you went out of your way to visit me while I was asleep." "This is the king of the jungle Ingwe chartered, the dwarf Valentin still remembers how sad he was when he saw Perrante's quiet and gentle sleeping face in the lake, Perente also asked the caravan to hand over a letter on his behalf after waking up, telling his old friend that he was safe, but at that time Valentin was already the manager of Iron Bone City, and Perrant was the manager of Gray Ridge, both of them were responsible for it, unless there was a major event, they could not leave Iron Bone City and Gray Ridge, and the meeting again became far away, so this time to see Perrante, Valentine was also very happy。

The round-nosed dwarves brought them ale, one of the dwarves' favorite drinks, and honey was added to the elves' wine.

"You're going to the Far North," said Valentine, "I see," the dwarf's eyes sparkled with wisdom, "you want to use our tunnels." ”

"Yes, Longwei Tunnel. "One of the greatest and most amazing works of the dwarves," said Perrante. ”

"But that belongs to the dwarves," said Valentine, "and perhaps friends of the dwarves." ”

"We are friends with the dwarves. ”

"But not all. Valentine said unceremoniously: "Humans and gnomes." ”

"Humans are credible," said Perrante, "the princess of the Norman of the Highlands, the former lord of Thundercastle and the chosen of a goddess, as for ......" he glanced at the thief, "that one is guaranteed by me and Kerry." ”

Valentine touched his beard.

"Where's the gnome?"

"The gnomes don't come with us," said Perrante, "and he's not fit for the rest of the journey, just hand him over to your caravan and transfer him to the mage Alva at Cape Fort." ”

Valentine picked up the cup and took a big sip of the ale, which rolled down from his beard: "What do we get? It's not just the dwarf. ”

"We're looking for a vault that once belonged to a metal dragon," Perrant said, "and if we get what we want, the dwarves can get a tenth of it." ”

(To be continued.) )