The mountain peaks that stand on the plains in the distance are towering into the clouds, and the snow white at the top is dazzling and reflective in the sunlight, looking like a huge white gem standing on the top of the mountain, looking down in all directions.

Ahead is led by dwarven soldiers, and at the foot is a mountainside road, with a dark mountain on one side and a cliff on the other.

The fairly wide road was full of gravel, which made the bighorn deer, accustomed to running in the woodland, uncomfortable, gasping for breath and making dull whimpering sounds from time to time.

Fortunately, the road was not too long, and as you walked on it, you began to spin and go downhill, until you reached the plain below.

The plains are covered with green vegetation, and at the end are the towering and wide mountains.

The team rested for a moment after descending the mountain path, and then continued on their way in the direction of the mountain.

The road to the dwarven city-state is next to the Askar River, one of the seven rivers.

The road was originally built for the same reason as trade with the elves, but for the Sindar of Doriath and the Noldor of the north.

The Dwarven Road can cross the Blue Mountains to the east and reach the two dwarven city-states, and to the west, it is said that it can reach the territory of Doriath, which can be described as unimpeded.

Now, following this path, they finally arrived in front of the Firebeard Dwarven city-state, Nogrod.

Norgrod was built on that mountain, and in the shadow of the hill there was a site that resembled a square.

The site is formed around a large steel gate, and the ground is covered with marble and is extremely flat.

There were small, bearded figures beating stones with hammers, sitting on the ground grinding utensils, and even the charr could see several dwarves arguing with elves over something.

Yes, there are elves here—compared to the remote forests rarely visited by outsiders, the dwarven towns are famous in Beleriand.

They also currently maintain trade with the other two elven tribes.

Dwarves generally have thick hair, both male and female, while the Flamebeard have a bright red hair.

The character is not so gentle either.

Along the way, they had actually encountered a lot of dwarven sentry, and the team in front of them was also led by a group of dwarven soldiers, so they had a preliminary impression of this.

When the team arrived at the square, they were watched by all the dwarves and elves in the vicinity, and even in the square, the rather tall giant deer riders came to this group of short figures, obviously full of contrast.

It also made many dwarves look dissatisfied.

However, this emotion suddenly subsided after discovering the hair color of the pedestrian, and instead looked at the team that was moving forward in the center of the field and took the initiative to give way.

This caused the surprise of several elves here, and it seemed that this group of irascible dwarves seemed to be a little changed their temper today......

But what happened next left them with no time to pay attention to it.

In the distance, a black porcupine that was held by the dwarf with a rope suddenly became furious, ignoring the rope on his body, panting and galloping towards the rider!

Although the porcupine is not as tall as the bighorn deer, it is more than a meter, and at the same time, it has a large number of spikes like hedgehogs growing on its body, and it is usually a behemoth, even in the face of a bighorn deer that is more than two meters old.

Because its body wrapped in white spikes was full of power!

As if stimulated by something, the porcupine rushed frantically towards the elf, ignoring the shouts of the two dwarves who were being pulled behind it, and the spikes on its body stretched rapidly, without slowing down at all.

The speed was too fast, and several dwarves around saw this and flew away, but all of them pounced, and a group of dwarven soldiers leading the way in front of them also hurriedly avoided as if they were very jealous.

Among the giant deer riders, an elf saw this draw an arrow and set up a bow, aiming at the big guy who was approaching quickly and was about to make a move.

However, this was stopped by Charles raising his hand, and then he looked at the red-eyed guy, and did not see any movement, but only heard a pop!

Under the astonished gaze of all the onlookers, the wild boar with a furious behavior just threw a in front of the white giant deer, slashed at it from the hard surface more than two meters away, and finally swiped at its feet under the majestic deer eyes looking down.

The painful puff was dull, and the two short men chasing after them came running quickly on their short legs, and after glancing at the deer riding team with a puzzled expression, they crouched down and prepared to drag the big thorny creature out.

The porcupine struggled so violently, and the thorns on its body were so dangerous that even the two dwarves, with their thick arms and strength, were a little scrambling, and finally had to turn to the dwarven soldiers who were leading the way for the elves.

Charles on the giant deer looked down at all this, and did not say anything until a group of dwarves succeeded in dragging the struggling porcupine out from under the deer's head, and then he suddenly spoke: "Don't touch its nose, it hurts there." ”

Hearing this, the dwarves looked up at the big man in surprise, muttered a few words to each other, and then looked down to examine the pig's nose.

Sure enough, in addition to the scars from the previous fall, there was also a sharp iron piece pierced into its nose.

After pulling the thing out, the porcupine's violent struggle slowly stopped.

Seeing this, one of them couldn't help but scold, obviously thinking of something. The other looked at Charles and finally spoke, "Thank you, sorry for disturbing you." ”

His voice was dull and muffled, and he simply spoke the same Sindarin language, which Charles could understand.

So he gestured to his jaw, and then saw the two dwarves get out of the way, and couldn't help patting the white deer's neck.

The six or seven dwarven soldiers who led the way regrouped in front, and the white deer, which was more than two meters high, began to walk towards the quaint and towering steel gate diagonally above, followed by dozens of shorter, brown-gray bighorn deer.

Not only the two dwarves with the pigs paid attention to this salute, but even the other dwarves around the field, and even the elves were looking at their backs, until the elven knights arrived at the gate and left for the first one, and they gradually retracted their gaze.

"That's right, this should be the green elf under the mountain."

A dwarf muttered and licked his lips subconsciously. "The kind of wine they make is simply the best in the world."

"It's a pity it's hard to drink." There was a regretful echo of the dwarves next to it.

The conversation caught the attention of a gray-haired elf not far away, who was already pondering the question of why the leaders of the Nando tribe were so young, and why they were black-haired. When I heard the words Nando and wine, I was even more puzzled.

"Have the Nando started making wine?"

The gray-haired elves had a vague impression of their fellow forest people in the past, except that they were backward and vulgar, and even could only sing and hunt.

Today, his impression of this has changed, and even a strong curiosity has arisen - without him, the team just now really impressed him.

However, when he ran to ask the two dwarven elves under the mountain for details, he only touched a gray nose.

Dwarves are generally stingy and vigilant, and it is too late to hide some things that they think are good, and of course it is impossible to "share" them with others.

What's more, the elf in front of him, who was originally one of the leading elves of the Sinda caravan, always likes to "bargain" with them, but in the eyes of the dwarves, he is very cunning, and he is really not very popular.