By the time Barot returned to the clan, the sky of his homeland, the sunlight cast by Ablis had stopped shining on the Shattered Sky Mountain. The heavy clouds of the Demon Realm make the entire forest look gloomy, and although every day in the Demon Realm is cloudy, it is usually impossible to expect a light rain throughout the year when it is not the rainy season.

The homes of the Limestone Clan were built in an open valley where the original dense woods had been partially cleared by the dwarves, who had carved out habitable caves into the surrounding rock faces. If you look down from above, you can see the dwarves walking between the caves like hardworking ants. The caves were their dwellings, and they were also the sites where they collected rocks and minerals, and almost everything the dwarves needed for their lives could be obtained from the various caves they dug except for food and clothing. They are the sons of the rocks and hills of Garandia, stubborn and industrious dwarves.

"Balot, you didn't come back all day yesterday, where the hell did you go?" greeted the guard at the entrance to the valley warmly.

"Ah, last night, it was fine. Barot was absent-mindedly perfunctory, and he walked straight in the direction of the cave where the elders lived with a full body of bottles and cans under the strange eyes of the people.

Passing through a tree-lined alley, the dwellings belonging to the elders of the clan were already in the dwarves' field of vision.

Cassalon and Kargath are the clan's bravest twin brothers, and the two brothers, powerful warriors, wear beautiful golden beards into pigtails, a privilege reserved for dwarves who have undergone the rite of passage. At this time, they were guarding the door of the Great Elder's house.

"Barot is a good boy, could it be that you caught a big guy and couldn't move back, so you exchanged so many things with your elf friends nearby?"

"I'm sorry Casalon, but for your safety, I don't think you can touch these things casually. They're not from our elven friends, they're from a strange demon tribe!"

"Demons!?" the guards glared at their brother with eyes as big as brass bells, wondering if they had misheard.

"So you knocked out a group of demons and then robbed so many things and came back?"

"I don't have time to tell you what happened, I have important information to report to the elders. ”

"Don't worry, the elder is talking to the guests about something important, and he has instructed no one to disturb him. Let's start by telling us about your experience. "Brother Cassalon can't wait to check the various jars on Barot's body.

"I didn't kill any of the demons. I ......"

"Could it be that you exchanged your prey for the demons?" Casaron grabbed the conversation while his hands were not stopped, and he was also unceremonious, "I have never heard that the demons are willing to exchange supplies? ha, it must be that they dare not attack the powerful dwarven warrior Barot...... Well, it's really a wine ......."

Barot didn't stop him, Casaron took two sips carefully, then looked at the size of the jar, and returned it to Barot. No dwarf doesn't like wine, but neither do dwarven warriors, and two sips are enough for him.

"The taste is great! just a little light. ”

"In fact, I was caught by the demon hunting team when I was robbing my prey, and these things were all gifts they gave me as a farewell gift and a meeting gift to the tribe......"

Kajis, who was far more stable than his brother, looked at his brother with a solemn face, "Could it be poisonous?"

Barot stroked his forehead and sighed, and finally someone spoke up about his concerns.

Casaron looked at his brother and Barot, remembering the various intrigues that the demons had used in their invasion of Garandia, and his face turned white.

......

"Barot, my child, the news that the demons have settled at the foot of the mountain has already been known to our elven friends first. The gray-bearded Elder Barton's tone was always so calm and reassuring.

"It's okay, there's nothing toxin in everything, not even a hint of dark magic. They are all safe. "Druid Marthrion Winde is the embodiment of the elves' message to the dwarves this time. Led by a respected druid, it is enough to show how much the elves attach importance to this group of demons who suddenly appeared.

The elders of the dwarves and elves listened in silence to Balot's recollection of the previous night, and Andrei and his tribe showed the differences in their understanding of the demon tradition in the dwarves' descriptions everywhere.

Raising geese, dogs, and bog birds, the elders and druids believed that Barot would not lie, but the scene still seemed strange compared to the two elders' previous impressions.

Either way, what the young dwarf brought back doesn't lie. Snow-white and delicate salt particles are piled up in a jar full of sweet and sour drinks with a faint aroma of wine and plants, and delicious meat sauce made from mashed meat and mushrooms. Not to mention these exquisite foods, just the jars and bamboo tubes that contain these things are not like things that ordinary demons can make. It's no wonder that the reckless Casaron regarded them as "elves" at first sight.

Everything was out of place with the demons in his memory, and Barton looked at the half-elves beside the druid. Alex is half of the demon blood, and he is the sorrow of the distorted humanity of the race war that spans the world. Although the half-elf still looks young, he is actually much older than Patton the Whitebeard.

In Alex's account, he hides and watches the demons drive away their exhausted prey but not kill them all, all signs indicate that this small group of warriors is not as simple as usual.

"That's right, two elders. Barot suddenly remembered what the demon leader had said to him at parting, and he almost forgot it after the dwarven brothers' interruption just now, "The young demon leader calls himself Andre Gesales, and he wants me to say hello to the Greystone Clan on behalf of his clan. ”

"Gesareh!?" the two elders looked at each other in shock. "Did you hear me right? Are you sure that the demon leader calls himself Gezareth?"

"Two elders, what's wrong with Gesareth?"

Elder Barton sighed helplessly, as if this unassuming young dwarf was asking him why we dwarves like striking iron so much.

"Gesarez means 'son of the abyss' in the Abyssal language. Matherien pondered his tone for a moment, "The demon with this surname is the natural leader of the demon realm, the direct bloodline of the will of the abyss, just like the king of the dwarven hill and the queen of our elves. ”

"I don't think things are as simple as we think, my friend. Thanks to the young man of the Grey Rock Clan for providing such important information, I need to go back to the village and consult with all the elders. The druid explained his thoughts to the gray-haired dwarven elder, turned to the half-elf behind him, and said, "Without further ado, Alex, let's go." ”

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Sending away the elven messenger, Barton looked at the gift from the demons with a distressed face.

"Don't make a noise about this matter for the time being, it's not just our business, maybe all our elders and elven elders will gather together to discuss this matter. ”

Barot felt that the dwarven elder who had come out of the cave looked even older against the gloomy sky, even though he was the most prestigious elder of the Limestone Clan, the old dwarf was actually just an ordinary elder.

The old man paced slowly, and privately went to gather the other elders of the clan.

Casaron thought about the elder's explanation, and suddenly said, "Since the elder said not to make a noise, why don't we divide this jar of wine first?"

Kargas looked at his brother helplessly, thinking that it didn't hurt to be heartless and heartless occasionally, and then took out a few heavy stone cups from the closet. The demons and the children of the abyss are not yet their turn to worry about these young warriors, and they should indeed enjoy it when it is time to drink.

Apparently Barot thought the same way, even if he had to expel André and his tribe from the mountains by force in the future. It doesn't prevent them from enjoying the gift of the Children of the Abyss now, which he brought back with great difficulty after climbing two mountains and sweating profusely!

"Come, come, drink, drink...... Well, there's a jar of nuts here, Casalen, can you go find something to fill your stomach?"

Although things didn't go as smoothly as André had hoped, his gift still won the favor of the three young dwarves, but the Children of the Abyss didn't yet expect that a feud between the races was brewing in a place he didn't know......