"Uh......h It's here!"

The wild dwarf Dwarin Ale lifted his dark red cloak with his right hand, and with his left hand, which was covered with thick hair, he plucked a staff of his height from his back, which was inlaid with two gray runestones.

"Tyral!" pronounces the staff's true name in the ancient Odin language, and in doing so, it awakens the power of the silent runes, channeling them out of the unknown realm and into the real world, forming a large fireball of extreme heat.

Aldrich Triss laughed in amazement: "See the undead! The king of the hill among the dwarves can throw fireballs...... The strange-sounding words he just said were some kind of lost divine language? ”

Holding the demigod Lori in his left hand, he rushed forward with his right foot on the ground, just avoiding the bombardment trajectory of the extremely hot fireball, and with a "boom", the flames flew in all directions, and the heat wave rolled in, and the ordinary material fur cloak emitted a burnt mush, but fortunately the distance was far enough that Helena Serriès was not harmed.

At the same time, the tacit gray dwarf Soberg Copperbeard seized the opportunity and threw the Storm Hammer with all his strength, and as soon as he struck, the blue-white arc burst with a crackling sound, and between the lightning and flint, it hit Aldrich Triss, knocking his body that had just lost momentum and falling into a concussion.

"Here's your chance!"

The king of the hill of the wild dwarves threw away his eclipse staff, took out a child's toy bow from his back, and recited its true name.

"Otes!"

The right hand of Dvalin Ale stretched out, and he did not expect that the bowstring was actually pulled to the full, and a tortuous lightning bolt quietly appeared, and the tip of the arrow was sharp, like the head of a black horned snake of a fierce species.

With a "whoosh", the lightning arrow was excited by the wind strings, condescendingly more than a hundred meters away, and hit Aldrich Triss in the blink of an eye, the demigod Lori who dared to shelter the immortal spark that had just ignited and had not yet passed the fragile period.

To the surprise of the two kings of the hill, the elbow-long lightning bolt did not pass through his body, killing the extraordinary knight of the human race, but was held by an invisible hand and hovered in the air.

The pure energy arrows solidified by the power of the runes released by the guidance of their true names lost their stable form and began to slowly self-destruct, but Aldrich Tris, who quickly returned to normal, was very curious about this, and gently turned the hammer of Thor in his right hand, unexpectedly, but it was reasonable to seize control of it.

The thunderbolts of blue and white electric sparks suddenly turned around in the direction where the original owner, Dwarin Ale, was standing, and Aldrich Triss gently pulled the "trigger" and gave the order to attack.

"Go!"

Faster than when he came, he struck the king of the hill, a rare among the wild dwarves, and scorched the ill-prepared Dvarin Ale all over the ground, like a poisonous electric current passing through his body, and his appearance was extremely miserable.

Seeing his friend fall, Soberg Copperbeard hurriedly threw a Storm Hammer at Aldrich Tris, knocking him unconscious again, and then spread his short legs and rushed towards the place where Dvalin Ale had fallen.

Despite the short legs of the dwarf, the explosive power of the short-range sprint is still higher than that of the ordinary human knight, Soberg Copperbeard raised a gust of wind to his friend's side, stretched out his finger the thickness of a radish, placed it on the nose of the wild dwarf, and then ripped off the cotton collar of Dvalin Ale and pressed it against the major artery in his neck.

The powerful pulse beat relieved the gray dwarf who was worried about his friend, and his left hand gently brushed the fresh wine stains on his fluffy beard, and there were two more short-handled flying hammers pinned to his belt, and Soberg Copperbeard felt an inexplicable palpitation.

"Something is wrong!"

He poked his head out to look down at the human knight at the bottom of the valley, and was hit by the Storm Hammer with all his might, and only fainted for a moment, shaking his head slightly, and all the negative states disappeared.

"The rocks are on top! Today we hit the iron plate with our toes. ”

Born in the year of thunder, Soberg Copperbeard, in addition to possessing a spellcaster talent that is extremely rare among the dwarven race, also has the blood of the dwarven king flowing in his body, and is the heir of the orthodox Silver Hall.

It's a pity that the turbulent year lost the "crown" inlaid with the heart of the mountain, and it could not unite the dwarven tribes scattered all over the West continent, especially many relatives stayed in the dark areas deep underground, and would rather die of old age than interact.

Aldrich Triss, alone and driven by greed, had some hope in their hearts, but they easily knocked down the king of the hill among the wild dwarves, causing Dvarin Ale to be hit by his own lightning arrows, and only the dwarves understood the horror of this man.

Capable of possessing extraordinary powers, no species can be taken lightly, and without the roots of Aldrich Tris, a human knight, Soberg Copperbeard knows that the Stormhammer is useless, and although he still has the strongest means, he has no will to continue.

If he had fought Aldrich Triss on the tip of the bull's horn, he would have lost the two of his companions for nothing, and he would not have been so stupid as a potential competitor and target he didn't know.

He reached out and put Dvalin Ale on his back, picked up his staff and shortbow that had lost the power of the runes, and ran wildly in the direction he had hurried.

Aldrich Triss was slightly surprised to see the short-legged dwarf go away, and then smiled softly at the thought of something. Wrapping her arms around his neck, the demigod Lori who was close to her body like hugging a bear (koala) couldn't help but ask with some curiosity.

"I thought that the dwarves were upright, bold, and very nervous brutes, but I didn't expect them to have a shrewd side, and they knew that they were not my opponents, so they immediately abandoned you as a target and went away. Well...... Perhaps the divine power of the thunder hammer just now made them feel the gap between them. ”

Helena Serriès, who had lived through the old and the new, knew the dwarven race very well, and wrinkled her nose and nodded slightly.

Many ordinary people have been deceived by the knightly novels sung by the bards, but in fact, the dwarves have very good brains, and in addition to engineering and mineral exploration, there have also been rich merchants in the fields of business and trade. ”

"These short-legged little guys often give people the impression of simplicity and honesty, but in fact, it is just a cover-up, and the profiteers with a sinister personality like a coyote and a thick-skinned face like a city wall are not exclusive to humans. If the dwarves use deception, they can trick people every time. ”

Aldrich Tris sighed, expecting some of the next opponents, but unfortunately the Brimstone Lord with the blood of the Fire Giant did not make a move, perhaps he smelled the smell of the giant's enemy from the bizarre scene that happened just now.

However, not everyone was as cautious as he was, and the Dark Elf Assassin, who was constantly jumping back and forth between the shadow plane and the real world, quickly reached the bottom of the valley and dived into the shadow of Aldrich Triss with the help of the elongated shadow of the silver moon sliding westward.

The Eye of Insight immediately caught the Assassin's tracks, and the Virtue Knight turned his head to look at the Dark Elf hiding behind him, his eyes facing each other, causing the Master Assassin to retreat from the Assassin Master who had made assassination an art and had helped him reach the pinnacle.

Shadow jumping and master-level stealth failed to avoid the sight of the target, and the dark elves lost their confidence, learned from the dwarves, and the idea of retreating to the next best thing appeared, and immediately sprouted like weeds, quickly spreading to every corner of the spiritual world, grabbing the body and mind of the master assassin.

"Looks like it's safe tonight!" the Virtue Knight watched the Dark Elf Assassin leave, his stiff limbs and footsteps a little uncoordinated, giving the impression that he had lost the battle and was in an embarrassed strategic turn.

Demigod Lori was not surprised by this, but remembering that the law had become completely different and needed more time to adapt, she sighed with some emotion: "This is only the first night, Your Excellency Tris, you have to protect me for at least ten days!"

"It's taken so long!" Aldrich Tris couldn't help but clench his hands, the short handle of the thunderhammer didn't matter, but Helena Thirriès couldn't help but let out a piercing scream of pain.

"You're pinching me. ”

The Virtue Knight quickly let go, and the apologies continued, and the demigod Lori knew that Aldrich Tris did not mean to, and immediately forgave him for his reckless actions.

"I thought about it and decided that I had to go on with the rest of the trip. Abolishing serfdom, I made a special request to the royal family for the post of arbitrator. At least in the Damac country, even if the head of the lord of the manor is pressed, it is necessary to make them bend their knees, free all the serfs, and give them a reason to be free. ”

Helena Sériès asked, "I know what you're trying to say, and I know you want to send me back to the temple's armored floatship, but the Skyfire is in danger right now. There are former subordinates, former rivals, former partners, all staring at my spark, and I have little place to go except by your side. ”

Aldrich Triss asked, "You are so relieved that it is safe to stay with me, and that I will not disagree with your immortal seed, and will do everything in my power to protect you from the pretenders." ”

The demigod Lori let go of the hands that were holding the Virtue Knight's neck and instead held his hands, shaking them back and forth with a slight force, in a rather willful tone.

"Lord Tris, you are a rare Grand Knight of the Eight Virtues, who has kept his promise from the very beginning. I'm sure you'll stick with it, after all, you didn't make a move to snatch it when I was at my most vulnerable, and it's even more impossible now. ”

Aldrich Triss did not deny or acknowledge, "My path is unique! With Mjolnir, it is easy to take your spark, but it has no value to me. Besides, you still owe me three demands...... Well, for this reason, I had to protect you from being a potential trusted ally, so to speak. ”

Helena Sériès lowered her head and hid the smug smile that couldn't help but appear on her lips, a man like Aldrich Tries, even if he had experienced countless generous hands in the old and new eras, was only the first time he had met him.

"Once you figure out his rules, it's easy to have Lord Triss act as a competent protector. ”

Scared away from potential nearby opponents, Aldrich Triss had no need to hide it, the Grand Knight of the Eight Virtues appeared in full armor, the heroic banner of the Golden Fleece was raised behind him, and the holy ship Argo, full of golden heroes and demigods, freed him from the shackles of the earth, like a rocket, leaving the valley shrouded in shadows, and walking through the air.

The Brimstone Lord, who had the blood of the Fire Giant, was fortunate enough to see this scene, and immediately concluded that he was not an opponent, and recited the secret words of the Returning to the City, and a light blue pillar of flame rushed up on the spot, and the burly body suddenly disappeared, only the cold mountain wind blew the faint smell of rotten eggs, which proved that there was indeed someone here just now.

The demigod Lori observed the Knights of the Eight Virtues walking in the clouds with her new vision, Siegfried's twin dragon armor, and the invulnerable body of steel, Helena Serriès only found it amusing, and Mercury's winged boots with their own short-range teleportation and teleportation made her forehead hurt faintly.

The sword that cuts off all victories and oaths, the shield of Achilles, the wall of sighs that now communicates the secret realms of the forest, the spear of the meteor that must be shot at every shot, and the self-contained spiritual helmet of the Great Eagle, are all connected to the divine source.

"There are at least two immortals of great divine power...... Aldrich Tris, are you really the one you prophesed? ”

Remembering that the elemental tide that swept through the continent of West was set off by him himself, Helena Selries sighed in her heart, preconceived the hidden identity of the Virtue Knight.