Andre didn't want to make a bet with the Demon Descendant at all. As a lord of one side, Grand Duke Hammer is well aware that the internal conflicts of the team are often more dangerous than external threats. However, it was precisely because he could see that the Raven and Leon did not like each other that the lord understood that it was absolutely impossible to reconcile the two men. At the moment, the only way to do this is to minimize the chances of the two of them meeting and not let them act together to delay the outbreak of conflicts. Thinking of this, the dwarf sighed, "Let's split up first, I hope we can hold it off." ”

Clarus shrugged, his old friend's reaction was not what he expected, even before he became a duke, André was not one to take other people's pain for entertainment. "Hehe, I don't think so. According to the little lamb, at least two other witches took part in the attack on the city, and one of them was even quite old. You and I both know how unscrupulous those crazy women are when they get old, and it's not surprising that they do anything to live even one more day. In such a situation, wizards and knights, you will need them to strike at the same time. The Demon Spawn walked over to the table, didn't even look at the vegetable soup he had prepared, and pulled out a piece of jerky made of unknown meat from his waist bag and nibbled on it.

"Witches, those mothers-in-law were never fuel-efficient lamps. The giant who smashed the city wall yesterday was also their hand. What's that witch's name?" "That's what our little captive said. She looks like she wants us to kill this man. "Hmph, no surprise. That's how they are. But I'm more interested in the brown-robed man mentioned by Miss Peg than in the witch. The dwarf raised an eyebrow and looked at his old friend, "Did you see that while you were tracking?"

Krus put down the jerky in his hand, his chin repeating the chewing motion, his eyes drifting away, as if remembering something. "See, I didn't just see, I actually killed several of the brown-robed men she called before I caught the lamb. But I'm really strange," he said, looking at the dwarf, "you have more to do with the land than I do. I ask you, do you know any humanoids that turn to stone and mud when they die?"

Andrei's face changed instantly, he looked at the demon very seriously, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure it's a creature? Not a golem or something?"

Krus, who didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, just scratched his head, thought for a moment, and replied, "You know my habits, if I can, I won't be in the field of view of my prey. And those guys were wearing robes, and I was killed in the back and quickly turned to dirt and rocks. However, judging by my years of experience, at least when I killed them, they were still flesh and blood, and if nothing else, they were no different from ordinary people. ”

The dwarf's face was even more ugly, and he rubbed his hands together uneasily, his thick eyebrows furrowed. "Why, do you know what that is?" The Demon Spawn finally noticed something strange about his old friend, and he leaned forward slightly, his tone becoming serious. "I hope I'm wrong, but I'm afraid not. Oh, did you find it? And with witches, it's really ghostly. The dwarf spat at the ground as a sign of his anger.

"So what the hell are those people?" Clarus's curiosity was completely suspended at this point, and the fire in his eyes was beating actively.

André did not answer the question directly, he jumped out of his chair and led the way towards the door. "Follow me and I'll tell you what those guys are. The Demon Spawn touched his nose, frustrated by his companion's secrecy. Dwarves are such a group of guys, even when they are dealing with very close people, they can protect their secrets very well. While those who are new to the dwarves may be upset by this, believing that these dwarf miners are always selling off, Krus sees this as a sign that the dwarves are credible. Even in the dark, dwarves' strict tone is well received.

The two men walked out of the tower and climbed down the stairs of the city wall, all the soldiers along the way would pause their work and give a respectful salute when they saw their lord. It is not difficult to see that they are very fond of Andre, because when the demon figure follows the dwarf, no one even shows an expression of incomprehension or disgust, and this huge prestige even has a bit of an idolatrous posture, which makes Krus a little curious about how his friend governs the territory.

"Don't you have a funeral or something? I mean, there were a lot of deaths in that battle yesterday. Don't you need to say a few words as a lord?" the busy scene on the city wall made the demon descendant say this. In his eyes, a large number of soldiers took off their armor and wrapped themselves in bandages from yesterday's wounds, carrying stones like workers to repair their walls. Not only that, but looking down from the stairs, the streets of the Molten Iron City are a busy scene, everyone has a resolute face, they work silently, and when someone stops to rest due to fatigue, there will be an old man or a child who will bring a glass of water and some food for them to recover. It wasn't at all like what a city that had just experienced a brutal war should look like, and Kalus didn't see sadness or despair in the faces of any of the inhabitants of the Molten Iron City, who behaved like the name of the city they lived in.

"No, you don't. The dwarf who walked in front said to his companion without looking back, "The bodies of the dead have been given to his family in the morning. If the family members are not in the molten iron, they are temporarily stored in the common cellar of the army and wait for the family to be notified when the war is over. If there is no family, they will be buried in the cemetery. Of course, there are also some soldiers who ask their families to bury them in the cemetery, or their families cannot find a burial place for the time being, and store their bodies there first. ”

"It's really a cold-blooded approach, and no one will object to you to stipulate that, at least give them a medal of honor or something, right?" The Demon Descendant was stunned for a moment when he heard this bland narrative, he had seen too many people and knew that such a style was not the best thing to do. However, the people of the Hammer Leader love their lord so much, isn't it really a contradiction?

André stopped, standing halfway up the city walls and looking down at the city he had built, watching the crowds in the streets and alleys. "It's really a little bit unkind. But, my old friend, do you know who the inhabitants of the Molten Iron City are, and the people who will settle in the remote lands of this remote kingdom, or their parents, are wanderers who have turned away from their homeland. They are criminals who have escaped from pursuit, merchants who have failed in business to avoid debts, homeless people who have been exploited by their original lords, or pioneers with small dreams. There are no nobles in this land, and there is no need for nobles, and perhaps in peacetime their bodies will be covered with moss. But," said the Hammer Archduke, laughing proudly, "but when the wildfire has burned and the parasites have been cleaned up, the hard rocks will reveal their true form!"

"Welcome to the Molten Iron City, my old friend, allow me to introduce you to this city, the city of the brave. ”