"To be more efficient, we need a cauldron made of iron. ”

"How old do you want to be?"

"The small head is so big, the medium stake is about the same, and the largest is ...... At least it can fit a dwarf, right?"

Hearing this answer, all the dwarves stared at the children of the abyss, can they fit a dwarf!? What is the standard!?Is Andrarui's reserved dish boiled dwarves or braised dwarves!?

If it weren't for the dwarves' requests, this time it is estimated that there would have been a gentle warrior carrying an axe and preparing to use body language to theorize with Andre face to face!

Barton Limestone, as an elder, naturally knows better than the young people what the attitude of asking for people should be. The old man with white hair looked around and glared back at the thorns one by one.

The grumpy juniors wilted suddenly, and the prestige of the dwarf elders was enough to intimidate these hot-blooded young people.

"Pretending to be personal...... It's a bit of a trick. Barton pulled his gray beard in braids, and said with some embarrassment.

"That's not in a hurry, please prepare other things for the Greystone Clan first. ”

"Is there anything else you can help with?"

......

"Barot is a good stonemason, let him stay and help you build the stove. ”

The Dwarven Elders and the Children of the Abyss discussed the specific plan of mutual benefit one by one, while the druids on the side were already organizing the elves to return to the village.

Things had come to this point, and Marcellion knew that if nothing else, the elves had lost their position to interfere in the matter. Rather than witnessing this historic first collaboration like a group of fools, it is better to return to Thornleaf Village and prepare for the upcoming change in the pattern of Shattered Sky Mountain.

The dwarves and elves were not warlike peoples in the first place, and they strictly adhered to their own moral standards, since these demons did not show any hostility...... Then Thornleaf Village will lose its hostile position, at least most elves are unwilling to send their lovers and children to the battlefield so easily because of the so-called "history".

Hopefully, this is just a friendly and simple deal between clans and fraternal clans who are content with peaceful development.

The druids knew in their hearts that unless this group of demons was impatient to show their wolf ambitions. Otherwise, the drunken Limestone Dwarves would not have easily changed their decisions just because of their old friend's worst assumptions.

The elves left in a huff, and André ordered the succubi to offer gifts, and the conceited elves would not let down their guard against the demons because of some good wine and food. The dwarves gathered together to discuss the happy life that would be immersed in the aroma of wine in the future.

Marcellion frowned and stared at the children of the abyss who were talking in the distance in the crowd, and the rich experience accumulated from nearly seven hundred years of life experience told him that all this may not be as simple as it seems, and the appearance of this group of demons is simply like a special trip to please the dwarves has made careful preparations.

Although things are not as scruples as the old druids feared, they are woven together with ulterior conspiracy. But it has to be said that there is still a part of Maserien's intuition that is very accurate. It is true that Andrei has racked his brains to achieve this situation, but other than that, the Children of the Abyss have no ulterior motives, and he has put all his energy into the process of realizing the wine.

As it turned out, Andrei was completely right. The crystallization of the technology and ideas of advanced winemaking in another world has almost completely conquered this group of drunken dwarves, and it has temporarily resolved the possible contradictions between the two races, and won the right for the children of the abyss and his followers to survive and grow in this fertile land of paradise. Given a respite, the Son of the Abyss from another world finally has a chance to use his advanced manufacturing and construction ideas.

It's just that in a place where Andrei doesn't know, there is still a group of enemies outside the swamp waiting for them to show any trace.

......

"That's what you promised, don't worry!?" Quinn Thorn's old face was particularly hideous with uncontrollable anger, "In just one negotiation! One afternoon! Those cunning demons have already broken down our staunchest allies without blood! And not only do you have no countermeasures, but you want me to do nothing to 'wait and see' what happens!?"

Marserien had long been accustomed to Quinn's straightforward and unsympathetic style that had always been different from most elves, but when the "raindrops" full of the anger of the Ranger Instructor came to his face, the old druid still felt a little overwhelmed.

Although he wanted to refute his old partner, he was not the one who loudly declared that he didn't need the help of the dwarves. But considering that this may only usher in a more tragic "storm" for himself, Marcellion wisely chose to analyze the matter from another angle.

"You can't just look at the surface, my dear friend, we have indeed lost our position to banish those demons. But from another point of view, the dwarves are willing to bend down to contact this group of outsiders who are different from the past, which may be risky, but they are willing. And through the cooperation with the demons, our brother clan is monitoring the every move of this group of demons all the time. As long as we have help in the shadows, no matter how untold the plot of the Son of the Abyss as the leader is, we can't rely on a few dozen cowards to pose any real threat to us and our dwarven friends. ”

The druid's words didn't seem unreasonable, and Quinn's almost twisted gray eyebrows finally loosened a little.

"But we could have banished them from Broken Sky once and for all, but now we have to arrange for the already tight manpower to do these meaningless things...... "The old ranger is not a fool who can be fooled around.

"How can this be meaningless? Have you ever seen such a demon who can make pots and make wine? They did lose the war five hundred years ago, but the demon in front of them has proven that they do not retain the same barbaric and warlike tribal culture as they did five hundred years ago. Although we couldn't see any growth from the demons when they appeared in this mountain last time, this time the clan was weak, but the leader was a true son of the abyss!"

"The darkness of his power and his courage to publicly say that he has the surname 'Gesareth', which embodies profound laws, is enough to show that their entry into the Shattered Sky Mountain this time may be different from the previous exiles who were desperate and mistakenly entered the Shattered Sky Mountain. ”

"And what do you think is the difference between them?" Quinn sometimes struggled with his old partner's roundabout but "euphemistic" narration habits, but the old ranger was still convinced by the druid's keen insight.

"This ...... First, they learned to create resources and tools through labor, unlike the robbers who only plundered five hundred years ago. You look at these fine table salts and sauces...... They also evolved the habit of trading with other tribes from the division of labor and cooperation, which is an efficient method of improving efficiency......"

"What does that mean?"

"The demons probably no longer worship barbarism and force as they used to, they may be moving closer to the Garandia civilization we are familiar with!"

"But what's the point!? I just think they're more cunning and harder to deal with than they used to be!"

"Hmm...... No, I think this may be a good change, if they really get used to being like us, not just relying on plunder to develop and strengthen themselves, this may make the demons less aggressive than before! That's it! If this phenomenon is prevalent throughout the abyss, they may not be the twisted race that they used to kill and destroy! They can communicate, communicate and live in peace with other peoples!"

"I think you're thinking too well about things, do you remember how many children of the abyss and high-level demons clamored to kill Galandia again at the end of the decisive battle!?

The Old Ranger's conclusion mercilessly shattered Marcerien's assumption that the elves of the Druids should not arbitrarily maintain an immutable view of all demons. Just the thought of the demon leader with a calm smile on his face - he almost never tried to show the force deterrence that a child of the abyss should have. This has shaken his impression of the demons. In fact, they won the goodwill of the limestone dwarves through the ways that were more familiar to the people of Garlandia.

Maybe this transformation of the demon race is not a bad thing, but for now, Marserien really does not dare to hope for the other party's unpredictable kindness. After all, the Andrarui tribe and their specialties are full of strange coincidences.

"Okay, I'll assign two squads of rangers to take turns spying on them......"

Quinn raised his hand in motion, interrupting his old comrade.

"I'm in charge of spying on the demons...... I will definitely find out all the plots they are hiding in the shadows!" The old ranger has not forgotten the compatriots who were slaughtered by the invaders and the comrades who shed their blood on the battlefield, and no amount of conspiracy can blind the deep and unwavering hatred in Quinn Thorn's heart!