If you can stand the stinky temper of the dwarves, I believe you will quickly like these "straightforward and cute" villains.

Qin Fen and these foreign travelers were unanimously welcomed by the dwarves, and dinner was settled in the open square, and a tall giant bonfire was directly erected. Everyone was given a very warm reception, and in order to entertain their guests, the dwarves brought out many treasured foods, and even slaughtered two colorful horses, which were said to be supremely delicious...... Anyway, Qin Fen didn't think it tasted good.

Their staple food is a sticky paste that is boiled, which looks black and dirty, but when stirred, it shows a variety of colors, and it tastes sweet, soft and glutinous, with the taste of ice cream. It is made of corn flour, tapioca flour, soybean flour, vegetables and tomato juice, stirred with warm water and burned over the fire to make a cake or paste, which is pleasing to the eye and has an endless aftertaste.

Everyone had been busy all afternoon, and now they were also very hungry, so a gust of wind swept the clouds and feasted. Immediately afterwards, the dwarf girl who escorted Qin Fen and them back brought a large plate of steamed pastries with a large basket woven of reeds.

This unique pastry is made by crushing the roots of a plant that can be used in the valley into a powder, pouring it into a gourd scoop full of fine holes, and then steaming it on an iron pot with water.

The surface of the cake is gray-brown, soft and sour, Qin Fen even saw some dwarves withdraw some gray powder into the wine glass, he also tried it, and found that these powders were not the imaginary pepper, salt and the like, but directly ground with ore powder, maybe it has the effect of clearing the stomach? Anyway, gritting the "salad salad" in the teeth makes a sound, like eating sand, which is quite uncomfortable. However, the dwarves and strong men who ate it shook their heads and shook their heads, which was very pleasant, and when they got to the back, they began to dance while they were drunk.

In the face of these foods with strong customs and characteristics, some people have a round belly, and some people can't eat it. Although Xiao Ming children's shoes have a cowardly personality, they have a unique indirect to food, and they belong to the type of people who do not refuse to come, and they are sitting in the corner squinting their eyes and chewing something deliciously. Qin Fen saw that he liked to eat something wrapped in black, burnt leaves, so he couldn't help but pick up a piece and taste it.

The first feeling is a little sour, and a bit similar to the taste of salted duck egg yolk, and the second bite can feel the overflowing of fat, fat but not greasy, there is a kind of strength to eat beef, in short, it is quite good.

"I can't see it, but you have a good hand." Qin Fen boasted.

Xiao Ming's children's shoes smiled and his mouth was full of oil.

After a drink, everyone also inquired about some things, and their hearts itched like cats. However, I don't know if these dwarves are pretending to be confused or tight-lipped, and if they ask specifically, they have never received any useful information.

But that doesn't stop adventurers from gearing up and getting ready to fight. There is always a source of rumors, and there must be a brave man for serious injuries. As long as the hoe dances well, there is no corner that cannot be dug down.

If you want to act, you must first choose a goal and direction. Then, naturally, look for survivors who have seen or passed through these horrors. However, this process is not smooth, and in more than a hundred years, the predecessors have either died of old age or disappeared. The only one still alive is the dwarven king Thorin, but this guy is said to have not been seen for a long time, and no one knows where he is at the moment.

In desperation, everyone had to stay here temporarily, while bribing the old dwarf elder to take over the task, talking too much was full of tears.

Three days later, just when everyone was at a loss, a piece of news suddenly came:

"In the valley to the west, there is a hut with a unique blind dwarf that has entered the Evil Forest!"

The same rice raises a hundred kinds of people, and it turns out that in addition to the dwarves who like to knock and beat, they also have the desire/desire to explore the unknown. Rubus is one such dwarf.

He is not tall, no more than 1.3 meters by eye, and there are no exaggerated muscles on his body, and he is blind in one eye. On weekdays, the personality is quite withdrawn.,Always like to sit alone under the crooked-necked tree outside the house.,Looking at the sky outside in a daze.。

is such a guy who can't even splash in the crowd, and when he was young, he actually had a vigorous and wonderful life of an explorer, until he was blind in one eye, and he didn't settle down.

When everyone saw him, the other of the dwarves was staring at the sky in a daze, his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the yellowed rum ran down his beard, drenching his chest a lot.

There was a very visible scar on his forehead, a dark red scar that snaked like a centipede on his forehead, then spread over his eyes, and finally disappeared near his chin. Probably because of the destruction of the bone density, the skin that has regrown at the scar has a strange depression. It looks like the face is sunken, and with the black hole in the eye sockets, it gives people a creepy feeling.

Seeing a large group of adventurers walking silently, Rubus showed a look of curiosity on his face: "Alien human rangers, what are you doing here?" ”

The answer was simple and crisp.

It was still Murphy, the captain of the most charismatic Sirius, who stepped forward to negotiate, the man with meticulous hair combed and a rather delicate mustache approached with a smile, and then "bang", which was the sound of the rum's waxing stopper being squeezed out hard, and then the mellow aroma of the rum naturally drifted into the nostrils of the dwarven explorer through the medium of air.

Seduced by the fragrance of fine wine, Rubus's red nose twitched. Even the Adam's apple instinctively moved up and down, and there was no doubt that this was a veteran drunkard.

"My friend, please drink."

The dwarven explorer was obviously also a guy who didn't know what modesty was, and he felt that the worm in his stomach was screaming, and without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the bottle that Murphy threw over, and the fragrant barbecue, and then the wine was accompanied by the barbecue, and devoured it in a big gulp.

"Tell me, what are you looking for me for?" The dwarven explorer munched on meat and drank wine, but expressed his wishes in vague language.

Murphy waited patiently for him to finish, the amount of wine and meat had been calculated and weighed by him to paralyze the dwarven explorer's nerves without getting drunk.

"So, Mr. Dwarf, how about we ask you to be our guide?"

"Where do you want to go?" Dwarven explorers are drunken and misty-eyed.

Murphy said sincerely, "It's all the places you've been before, like that lake to the west, or that canyon of despair to the east......"