Chapter 50: The Dwarves

As soon as the members of the Wuji Mercenary Group saw the surrounding situation, they quickly formed a circle, protecting me and the twelve elves in the inner circle, and stared at the people who slowly surrounded them with a pair of eyes.

"Dwarves." I looked at the people holding torches around me, my eyes flashed, and I found that An'er and the other twelve female elves all showed knowing smiles, and I immediately understood.

"Who are you? How dare you kidnap our dwarven friends. A red-bearded dwarf shouted.

"Dear dwarven friends, I think you are mistaken, our Wuji mercenary group risked their lives to save them from Black Mong Kok City, and now we are sending them home." The squadron leader stepped forward and explained.

"Nonsense, damn human mercenary, I Eric hate people lying the most, why do we receive distress signals from elves?" The red-bearded dwarf said angrily.

When the squadron leader heard this, he just wanted to speak, but I stopped him, and asked the team members to let go of a mouth, and said softly: "An'er, your goal has been achieved, and our escort has ended here, I hope you will return to the elf clan and don't forget my letter." ”

Twelve female elves walked out of the circle, entered the dwarf camp, turned around and gave a thank you salute, An Er said with a red face: "Thank you, due to the rules of the elf race, we can't bring humans to the territory, so we have to make this decision, I'm sorry!" ”

An'er turned to the red-bearded dwarf again and said, "Eric, they are good people, thanks to their care along the way. ”

When Eric heard this, he felt that he was wrong to blame us, so he hurriedly put down the hammer in his hand and apologized: "Human mercenary, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for I'm wrong." ”

I looked at this red-bearded dwarf who was less than one meter and a half tall, only the beginner level of the God King was cultivated, most of the dwarves around him were at the level of God Lords, and there were thirty-five dwarves who were God Generals and God Monarch cultivators, which were too weak.

The leading dwarf, Eric, was very bold, corrected his mistakes, and invited him to drink, and after I nodded in agreement, the team followed the dwarves into the valley.

This valley is filled with a strong smell of fire, and from time to time there is a clanging sound, this is the dwarven craftsmen striking iron, under my divine sense, the situation of the valley is clear at a glance, this underground is an active magma layer, the dwarves are using the fire in the center of the earth to smelt ore, to create weapons.

The members of the Mowgli Mercenary Regiment had not eaten meat once on the way to escort the elves, respecting the elves' vegetarian customs, feeding on wild fruits, and they watched the dwarves set up a barbecue grill, took out the wine in their mouths, and screamed in their stomachs.

The meat on the barbecue grill was sizzling and soon fragrant, and everyone sat around the campfire, and the hospitable dwarf served each member a bowl of wine and sang a toast.

The team members took a sip of the bowl together, their brows furrowed, and they couldn't help but squirt out.

"Hold back, swallow it, and respect the customs of the dwarves." My voice rang in the ears of every member of the team.

The wine brewed by the dwarves was cloudy, with a sour taste, and it was as bad as it could be drunk, and the team members pretended to be overwhelmed by the wine, and saluted each other in small sips, and even their appetite was lost by this wine.

"Eric, what other races are there near your territory? What do you do for a living? ”

"Senior, in addition to the elf clan around us, there are also goblin clans, bull head clans, deer tribes, lake sheep clans, centaur clans in the orc clan, and further away there are wolf clans and leopard clans, our dwarf clan lives by striking iron, and we are proud to be able to refine artifacts in our lives."

"Eric, what is your wine made of? Is it food? ”

"We use wild fruits and self-grown corn, and some plant roots, and now there is a war outside, many of our clansmen were forcibly taken away by him, mined for them, and built weapons, and the neighboring orc tribes are also like us, every day in the east of the hiding province, the food supply is not enough, we are not strong enough to hunt demon beasts, there are always casualties, and our children can't eat enough." Eric said with a helpless expression.

"Eric, then why do you invite us to drink wine and eat meat, you don't have enough to eat yourself, really."

"Senior, we dwarves are like this, treat friends with good wine, use a hammer against enemies, even if you tighten your belt, you have to entertain good friends."

"Eric, it can't be like this, the children are important, you tell me, where is there a place around here where the monsters are focused?"

"Senior, the demon beasts we have here are all very powerful, and there is a group of them, I can't let you take risks."

"Don't you have a lot of rivers and lakes here, why don't you go fishing?"

"Hey, I'll tell you the truth, we dwarves are landlubbers by nature, and we can't fish, and the monsters in the river are also very powerful."

"What about goblins and orcs?"

"Goblins, they are all thieves, scoundrels, robbers, and the strength of several neighboring orc clans is worse than ours, and the grain they grow has to be handed over to the powerful wolf clan and leopard clan, and their lives are worse than ours."

"Eric, how many people do you have? How much grain and meat are consumed in a year? ”

"We have 5,800 people here, how much we have to eat in a year, only my grandfather knows, he is our patriarch."

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After a night of conversation, I had a preliminary understanding of the dwarves and the surrounding situation, the life of these primitive tribes in the mountains is quite hard, although there are mercenary groups that pass by here from time to time, but it is not of much help to them, the weapons of the dwarves are just some ordinary goods, and even the edge of the inferior artifacts is not close to it.

The next morning, An'er and the other twelve elves quietly left, unaware that they had tails behind them······

After the fifty members of the team were assembled, the dwarven patriarch and fifteen elders arrived, and after some conversation, the dwarven hunter team gathered, and they took us to the hunting place.