"What's wrong with me!" The cheers in his ears stopped abruptly, and Mario felt the feeling of weakness in his body, and slowly lowered his head.

The dwarf-like body shape, replacing Mario's previous majestic height. The countless dwarves around him all stared at him with wide eyes, and the look of disbelief in their eyes made Mario's heart discouraged.

"I don't want to change back, I want power! I don't want to change back again, I'm Mario, I'm Mario, the god of war! ”

Mario took a few steps back, the blow of reality making his body stagger. Mario's fear is incomprehensible to others, it's like a billionaire living on the streets in one day, and the huge difference gives Mario the illusion that the sky is falling.

"Mario, how can this be! How did you get smaller! ”

The dwarven king Balin no longer had the smile he had after repelling the goblins, he pushed away the dwarven warriors beside him and rushed forward, shaking Mario's shoulders with both hands, and asked angrily, "You—Can you still send fireballs?" ”

Bahrain's words made the stunned Mario come back to his senses instantly, Mario trembled and stretched out his stout little short arm, trying to summon a fireball, but the reality was that this power had left him.

"No!" After several experiments, Mario's heart-rending roar silenced the entire dwarven race.

Many of the dwarves watched their heroes silently, watching Mario wave his hand like a madman, but there were no more fireballs in the waving of his hand.

It is the god who stands on the altar, and if one day the god steps down from the altar, then he is no longer a god.

One by one, the dwarves looked at Mario who roared wildly, some couldn't help but cry secretly, and some cursed the injustice of God. And many more silently put away their weapons and left Mario's side.

"Mario, it's going to be fine! You" Balin patted Mario on the shoulder, trying to say something, but it turned into a sigh.

Mario looked at the dwarven warriors who had left him, and although none of them made a sarcastic statement, the silent act of leaving was worth a thousand words.

Under the huge blow, Mario followed the team back in a daze. There were no cheers for the victory, and every dwarf looked dejected, and Mario couldn't even remember how to return to the third hall.

At the door of the third hall, Zhang Yao watched the dwarven warriors who walked past him one by one, defeating the dwarven warriors who were more sad than defeated, and finally his eyes stayed on Mario.

In Zhang Yao's cognition, Mario can only transform by eating mushrooms. The only possibility for Mario to become smaller in the game is to use his height to take his life after being attacked.

Zhang Yao didn't know what Mario did during the shelling, but looking at his smaller height, Zhang Yao could conclude that Mario was by no means 100% protected. Or that the power of protection has been torn apart by artillery fire, and Mario has used his height to offset one because of the rules of the game, and has reverted to the original dwarf appearance.

Zhang Yao thought about all kinds of possibilities in his heart, and watched Mario pass by without reminding him.

Mario's existence, in Zhang Yao's eyes, has destroyed the dwarf, and the strength of the goblin is contrasted. The moment Zhang Yao saw Mario lose his strength, he couldn't help but have a very selfish thought in his heart. That is, if the dwarves who lose Mario's high-end combat power, can they still resist the attack of the goblins. If the dwarves can't resist the goblins, will the Rising Sun Empire be able to profit from the fishing and maximize the benefits in the battle between the dwarves and the goblins?

Holding the thought in his heart, Zhang Yao made himself look very sad, and tried to organize the language in his heart. And walked to the third hall, and found the dwarven king Balin who was gulping ale.

At this time, Balin looked lonely, even when he was drinking, he seemed to be preoccupied, and he still seemed to be worried about Mario's inability to send fireballs.

"Bahrain, I've seen the battle just now. The dwarves are valiant and a great group of warriors! After Zhang Yao found Bahrain, he opened his mouth to boast about the dwarf clan, which made Bahrain, who was drinking stuffy wine, look a little soothed.

Zhang Yao had been paying attention to Bahrain's expression, and after seeing that he had successfully attracted Bahrain's attention, Zhang Yao changed his words and whispered: "But bravery alone is not enough, the number of goblins is too many." With all due respect, without the power of Mario, the dwarven hero, you can't compete with the main force of the goblins! ”

Looking at Zhang Yao, who was talking boastfully in front of him, the look in Balin's eyes flickered several times.

Although he didn't want to say it, Balin also knew that the dwarves were able to hold the Moria's pit because of Mario's struggle. And Mario has now lost his power, which in Bahrain's eyes is no less than the loss of the Moriath Pit, and it is by no means Mario's alone. Because Mario and the Moria pit seem to have no connection, but the situation is that without the help of Mario's power, the dwarves have no advantage in front of the goblins, and guarding the pit has become an empty talk.

"Are you here to humiliate me, human king!"

Balin took another sip of wine, although he had agreed with Zhang Yao's statement in his heart, but the dignity of the dwarf could not be abandoned, and he had to be tough at this time.

"No, Balin, King of Moria!"

Zhang Yao shook his head, and said with a relaxed smile: "The tree is dead, and the person is alive!" The Moriath Mine has been operated by the dwarves for thousands of years, and it has long lost its original resources and value, so why can't you choose a new territory for the dwarves! ”

Countless dwarves who heard the conversation between Zhang Yao and Bahrain looked at each other, and one by one they walked in from the gate carrying stretchers of the dwarven wounded, and there were only the groans of the wounded in the entire hall, and the heavy breathing of Bahrain.

"I don't understand what you mean, the dwarves can't give up the Moriath Pit!"

After a few heavy breaths, Bahrain gritted his teeth and insisted on sticking to the view of the Moriath Pit. The only difference from the previous one is that this time Bahrain did not have the original vow, and the tone of his voice was a little lacking in confidence.

The goblins' offensive is so strong that the dwarves who have lost Mario are like tigers with their teeth pulled out, and they no longer have the weight to compete with them.

Zhang Yao didn't say anything from Balin's point of view, he watched as stretchers were carried into the hall one by one, and watched the dwarves rescue the wounded warriors.

The smell of steamed herbs was so unpleasant, and in the mixture of herbs and blood, everyone looked dull.

At all times, dwarves who failed to rescue were carried out of the hall, and the wounded dwarven warriors were constantly screaming in pain.

Many warriors with white bandages leaned against the corners, their weapons clenched in both hands, and watched their companions leave.

"Did you just see those stretchers?" After a long silence, the calm was still broken by Zhang Yao.

After hearing Zhang Yao's words, Balin raised his head slightly, and then lowered his head again: "What do you want to say?" ”

"I did the math just now, a total of eight hundred and sixteen stretchers have been carried in, and two hundred and thirty-four of them have been carried out!"

Zhang Yao couldn't see any expression on his face, as if he was telling a fact, he said beside Bahrain: "These dwarven warriors who were carried in on a stretcher are all wounded, and none of them died in battle. We can boldly guess that more than 200 of the more than 800 wounded have died, so how many should be killed in direct battle! ”

"Within half an hour, a thousand people were killed in battle, to say the least, and this was still with Mario pressing the battle. I think you, the King of Moria, will be able to come up with a more accurate casualty figure than I do, and I'm also more aware of how many casualties there will be if Mario can't go to war! ”

The facts were clearly laid out in front of him, and Balin's eyes swept over the dwarven warriors in the hall, and found that many of them were not carried on stretchers, but they were more or less bandaged. The warriors who were still intact after two of the battles were even more rare in the crowd, not to mention none, but the number of them definitely did not account for one-tenth.

"You've said so much, what the hell do you want to say! I don't think you're here to uncover my scars! "Bahrain has put his glass aside, and can become the king of the dwarves, Bahrain is not a blacksmith who knows only how to make iron.

He believed that the arrival of the human king in front of him must have an ulterior motive, otherwise he would not have said such things to himself.

"I still say the same thing, the tree dies, and the man lives. Since the dwarves can't defeat the goblins, why not think about it from a different perspective! I'm a king, and my Rising Sun Empire borders the Endless Mountains to the south, and this is an ideal home! Zhang Yao said a lot, and at this moment, he finally saw the dagger.

Originally, Zhang Yao had come to negotiate a weapons contract with the dwarves. Now that he saw that the dwarves were in danger, Zhang Yao couldn't help but change his thoughts, that is, why not take the dwarves away and let them squeeze out their full potential while staying away from the war.

This is a lucrative deal, as soon as the dwarves set foot on the territory of the Rising Sun Empire, the initiative of both sides will be switched in an instant. At that time, Zhang Yao's request was that if the dwarf clan wanted to agree, they should also think about where they were.

ps

Today, Lao Long signed a contract, and I hope that everyone who has money will hold a money field, and those who have no money will hold a personal field. Touch big.