The dwarf looked at the two humans in Chinese in front of him with great interest, the man seemed to feel that the current communication was too eager, a little shy and unable to let go, while the woman thought that the other party was too cold, and the dissatisfaction gradually accumulated.

Some silver-haired men next to him tried to make a gentle gesture that they didn't understand their conversation, and they were very considerate and didn't want to disturb the atmosphere.

However, the faint prophecy spell energy on his body, his eyes, and small movements had betrayed him deeply, indicating that he, like the dwarf, had already used spells that knew the language.

Having got the answer he wanted, the corners of Kurgal's mouth couldn't help but outline a smile that was in his hands. The female mage was in a happy mood, half-lying on the chair with her cheeks propped up, her eyes wavering towards the ranger, unprovoked and gorgeous.

"Mr. Mossad, I don't think you'd better get involved in escorting Helda Silverstream back to the Dwarven Valley......"

"What?" the ranger could barely believe his ears.

At this time, the windows were wide open, the wind was strong, and the snow was drifting. The fireplace in the room was not lit, for Kurgal had always used spells to keep out the cold - she had forgotten about the other people's fear of the cold, and only thought about the fresh air.

She looked at him with an encouraging, comforting, warm, supportive, self-asserting big sister look. As a straight man with advanced cancer, he doesn't like to be looked at by women in this way. In the past few years, he has been a little down, and he has never contacted his sister who dares to look at him "lovingly" with this kind of gaze.

This guy should just be in friendship and want to help me, I hope it doesn't get his mother's seizure by estrogen in his body, it would be terrible. Thomas thought.

"Look," she said in a self-righteous, smug, childlike manner, "there are a lot of bad guys in Icewind Dale, aren't they? The monsters are also big and fierce, right? You see the Red Robe has been trying to make small moves against us lately, and we should cooperate—for example, I'm in charge of fighting them off, and then I've had a sore shoulder recently, and I have too little strength, so you can massage me ......"

He frowned: "Red robe?"

"yes, they're trying to get us people to do research again. ”

"Where did you get this news from?"

"He said he was a friend you met in the Sail Liberation Organization......"

"Russ Morda?"

"Yes, yes, that's him. ”

"Oh, he's been instrumental in helping Neverwinter fight against Cell, and thanks to your information, we've been able to defeat the Mad Lady Lich in one fell swoop. ”

"Hey, hey, hey," Kurgal chuckled stupidly, "So, you have to listen to me." It doesn't hurt you, does it?"

She patted her chest hard, laughed so hard that the flowers trembled, and the two butterflies on the hairpin flew up and down.

"You just stay in the city honestly, eat and drink well and take care of your body. If you follow it into the wild...... I think you're just 288, maybe you'll take everyone into the ditch. Kurgal said with a smile.

Thomas held his forehead helplessly, he actually didn't like to be cared for like this by men, but he couldn't hurt his good intentions, and the dwarves were so self-righteous. For the sake of friendship, just accept it reluctantly!

"Kurgal," he glared at the female mage with a gentle but serious gaze, "even if I haven't improved in years, even if I don't have enough spells for attacking. But I still believe that it can still come in handy when it comes to pathfinding, scouting, and survival in the wild—whether it's in the Supreme Forest or Neverwinter, I'm a good scout, trust me. ”

"This, that's it. Kurgal, whose face was red at this glance (at this time she couldn't help but be glad that her complexion was dark and she could hardly see it), couldn't help but turn her head: "It's not impossible." ”

"I have been in deserts, forests, deserts, snowfields, swamps, mountains, dark regions and ...... I have fought bandits, werewolves, believers in the god of murder, spies and arcanists in the Netherlands, humans and monsters tainted by the past, devil believers, red-robed mages and their armies...... I can't say I'll be able to complete the mission, but I'll do my best, so-"

He stretched out his hand: "Happy cooperation?"

His hands are steady and sensitive, his fingers are long, and his nails are cleanly trimmed. She thought it was a good hand for holding knives and glasses, but he rarely used knives and didn't drink at all.

She felt a warm current coming from his hand, a hot current rising from her lower abdomen, and the two young shoots unearthed on the top of the snowy mountain grew and swelled rapidly.

She heard her own voice suddenly become hoarse as if possessed by Karacha: "Cooperation, happy cooperation. Ahem. ”

Long after Thomas and the three of them said goodbye, she held her right wrist and froze stupidly for a moment, smirking at her face. Then he flew out of the window, floated in the wind and snow, and recited aloud:

"The cold wind is like a knife, using the earth as a chopping board, and treating all beings as fish and meat!"

"Thousands of miles of snow, turn the sky into a furnace, and dissolve everything into silver!"

"The snow will stop, the wind is not settled, a carriage comes from the north, and the rolling wheels crush the ice and snow on the ground, but they cannot crush the loneliness between heaven and earth. ”

This is the beginning of his favorite martial arts novel.

The bard, who had been standing by the side, shook his head lightly and quietly left.

"It seems that it's time to give those people a boost. He thought.

After negotiating with Kurgal and Helda Silverstream, Thomas hummed a strange tune of "I was curious about what friendship is" and "Write your legend in this forest", and was in a rather happy mood.

Her uncle prevented everyone from digging up the black ice, which caused dissatisfaction. Moreover, there were rumors of Akar Kaisso, which made her very worried about her uncle and the clan. The dwarf twisted his beard and said, "The rumors of hope for resurrection are not true—that guy won't covet Black Ice too!"

Thomas and he once infiltrated the Dwarven Valley, but were soon spotted by the guards and shot arrows.

"I still don't think it's right," said Thomas, "and instinct tells me that it's certainly not a good thing to be associated with a guy like Akarkezo." We should be careful, maybe her tribe is already in danger?"

"My elder, you are good at everything, but you are too timid. The dwarf shook his head disapprovingly, he had been longing to build equipment out of black ice for a long time. "No matter what enemies and things, rush up and do it first, and then die!"

"Stupid!" the dwarf retorted, "If you don't use your brains like this, you will one day die an ugly death." There is only one way to push the past, and that is more explosives! Remember, gunpowder is much more powerful than the body!"

The dwarf has always been extremely contemptuous of this dwarf who does not believe in science, only brute force and martial arts.

"What's the sound?" the human ranger suddenly waved his hand to stop their arguing, and listened intently.

"Looks like someone is moaning in pain, let's go see?"

He ducked down, covered his cloak, and dived into the snow.

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"Grass, Lao Tzu actually wants to give birth to that big fool beep. Kurgal, who had finished venting, said with a crying voice.