"Our Huya clan warriors can fight a large area against those skeleton shelves."

"We Grizzly Tribal Warriors play the same game against bat-turning vampires."

"We ......"

"Okay, deputies, be quiet, this is the Hall of Ancestors, the representatives of our tribes are not here to select any warriors, it is all the vain Templars love to do, we are here today to discuss our future strategic direction, which is related to the survival of our Nords."

The whole hall fell silent.

"We Nords never speak of warriors, the problem now is that we are facing the challenge of those filthy ancestral blasphemers, the so-called undead, who shamelessly launched an invasion against our Nords, a large number of undead poured into the small villages on our border, slaughtering and driving the people there, and even more hateful is that they are also wantonly digging up the tombs of our ancestors, desecrating the bodies of the dead, the lost city of Valtog has fallen, they have awakened that thug, and now the army of ghouls is wreaking havoc on our landWhat do we do next? ”

"Hit!"

"Drive them back to their hometown!"

"Hit them until they can't get up again!"

"Very well, we Nords are not afraid of any challenge!" "But we still have a problem. ”

The hall fell silent again.

"Now there are wars everywhere, those Templars are fighting with demons, wood elves are also fighting with demons, dwarves and demons and those orcs are fighting, there are wars everywhere, how can we start a war in this **** situation and the undead, and at the same time have the spare strength to deal with possible changes."

"Move the old and weak in remote areas and gather them to protect, especially children!"

"Yes, it works."

"The leaders of the army of the undead are only a few legends, as soon as they die, the undead will lose command and control, why don't we let the legends raid their leaders."

"This can be discussed."

"We should take the initiative, those undead are fighting on a larger scale, and they can use corpses, so we should strike first, otherwise they will grow in scale and the price we will have to pay for the war will not be able to bear it."

"Makes sense!"

"Why don't we find an ally, just as the Templars and Wood Elves did when they attacked us, and find an alliance to reduce our own risks and increase our chances of victory."

All the Nords stopped and looked at the Nord woman who spoke.

"Who can be an ally? Those Templars? Our blood on the plains has not yet dried up. Wood Elves? A hypocritical and arrogant Templar accomplice? Or the dwarves who only burrow into caves when something happens? They will only dig caves, fight, hum ~ we Nords don't need to be dragged down. ”

"You're right, but you're missing a race."

"Who? Demon? Or uncivilized orcs? They are not our allies. ”

"Gnomes! Those dwarf mages. ”

"What? Those little people who spend their days doing damage in their own homes, this joke is not funny! ”

"It is precisely because of this that they are suitable allies, dwarf mages are not aggressive, and they don't like to grab territory everywhere, and they don't even like to have wars with foreign races, no conflict of interest is the basis for an alliance, secondly, although they are not tall, but their combat effectiveness is not weak, mages don't rely on muscles to fight, and after forming an alliance, they can provide the high-quality weapons and spell support we need, and we provide combat effectiveness, isn't it great?"

"There's some truth to that, well, I agreed to give it a try and see if they could form an alliance."

"Agreed~"

"You can try it~"

……

"Please come in, are you?" Lin Ze came to the door, looked at the Nord man who was dressed very awkwardly outside the door, and asked suspiciously.

"We've seen it, just at that magic test, I usually wear robes for those occasions, and I usually only wear leather armor."

"Oh, I remember, please come in, I really want to thank you for your support that day", Lin Ze instantly thought of the Nord man of the Witchcraft Tower.

"Is it convenient to talk here?" Master Nord whispered suddenly.

"Convenient, there are no outsiders in the courtyard", Lin Ze was puzzled for a moment, but still replied affirmatively.

"See for yourself, a message from our Nords, about you", the Steelsmith carefully handed over a letter full of handwriting.

About me, Lin Ze took the letter suspiciously, opened it and read it slowly, suddenly, his face changed greatly, and he crumpled the letter into a ball, "I'm sorry, I have something to go out immediately, sizzle!" Lin Ze shouted, "Take a few bottles of Bingyan from the storage room and give them to this friend, I'm sorry, I have to lose company~"

"It's okay, I'll rush over as soon as I get the news, you can do whatever you want, it's okay, if you need any help, you can come to the Witchcraft Tower to find me, of course, it's not free", Steelstone held up the wine bottle handed by the snake girl and gestured, smiled and went out.

Lin Ze took his weapon and hurriedly went out, he didn't forget to throw the piece of paper with the message into the charcoal pile of boiling water when he left.

……

Rushing all the way, Lin Ze finally came to the outside of the valley of the Renai Club camp out of breath, huh~ I hope nothing will happen, the letter given by the Nord people reads, the people of Shaluo asked around about the sale of herbal tea, and sent adventurers to follow the Minotaur delivery team, damn, I actually ignored this stubble, don't have an accident.

"Lin Ze? Why did you come to the valley, seeing that you are in such a hurry, is there any urgency? A voice came from behind, it was Annette, and the female elf was returning from outside with a few members of the Charity Society carrying a basket of herbs on their backs.

"Aren't you in the camp, it's too late to elaborate, come in with me and take a look, those people are eyeing herbal tea, hurry!" Lin Ze was immediately shocked, there are two high-level combat forces in the Renai Society, one is Annette and the other is an elderly Minotaur.

It's not good, as soon as I entered the valley through the passage, I immediately smelled a smell of blood, and it was still too late.

"No!" Annette dropped the herb basket and rushed in.

"Aunt Larry, no~ little Russier~ Oh my God, what did they do", Annette kept calling, the valley was in shambles, several minotaurs fell to the ground, Lin Ze stepped forward to visit, it was late, he was already dead, and so on~ This minotaur is still saved, "Quick, Annette, look for survivors, maybe they can still be saved!" ”

Lin Ze looked at the minotaur in front of him, his heart was still beating slightly, several knife wounds slashed through his body, it may be that the injury was not deep, blood loss and shock, he didn't care about keeping any secrets, and quickly took out a healing Etezi......