Atticus did not repeat the bad news, believing that the Hammer Archduke had heard him clearly. In addition, the Iron Knight is also afraid that if he repeats the news again, the sadness that has been forcibly suppressed in his heart will explode instantly. The Grand Knight's jaw trembled, and there was intense sadness in his eyes, but now this emotion was controlled by responsibility, and it did not completely control the old man's heart.

The dwarf noticed the grief, and he understood that Atticus had no need and could tell such a lie here and now. The Grand Duke shook his head, and tears began to form in his deep eyes. Dwarves rarely cry, and many anthropologists even claim that these sons of the mountains, as resilient as rocks, do not have tear ducts. They are wrong, dwarves are a passionate race, and they will devote a lot of time to a piece. Friendship, for some dwarves is also such a work.

Nothing is more precious than a friend who knows each other from the bottom of your heart, not even the brightest diamond. This is a common saying among the dwarves, and it is also a portrayal of their style.

"When?who knows?, and how do you know?" Andrei's voice trembled with tears in his eyes, but like Atticus, he did not allow himself to indulge in grief. There is still too much for him to carry, his friend is gone, but his kingdom is still in crisis.

"A day ago. The allies of the royal capital have sent me news, which has spread in the royal capital, but it has not yet spread, for the time being. The Iron Knight said in a deep voice, his allies were none other than the original one-eyed forces under the leadership of the Red Witch Emia. Ever since Marcus realized the power of the Crimson Pupil Tavern, he has volunteered to hook up with it, and the ones who will currently be notified by One-Eye are the Hand of the King and the Iron Knight, respectively.

"Can they be trusted?" the dwarf asked, with the last shred of hope.

The Grand Knight Captain nodded, Crimson Pupil's intelligence ability had been recognized by both Marcus and Cheese, and he had no room for doubt.

Andrei took a deep breath. He turned his head again to look at the map behind him, "Even so, you're going to Salon, I don't see anything worth slaughtering there, and we should save the survivors more than revenge." You know, that's the choice that Seegert would make. ”

"I have found traces of the nezumi in the king's castle! besides, I am the king's chief knight, and I must carry out his orders. Atticus stood up and said, and at the mention of the nezumi, the old man gritted his teeth, and the sadness in his eyes turned to rage.

"Ridiculous! How can those stupid things have the ability to sneak into the castle? Look at the nezumi in the wilderness, which of them looks like they will assassinate!And even if the nezumi do, are they Siggett's opponents?" the dwarf snapped up, scolding the Iron Knight. André knows his old friend very well, and even after many years, the king still carries weapons on his body, not to mention one or two nezumi, even if he is placed on the battlefield of the Molten Iron City, the skills of the King of the Blue Lion are enough to protect himself.

"The Gray-robed wizard once said that he had created a group of intelligent nezumi. What if one of them sneaks into the castle and poisons His Majesty's food? Those creatures are now gathering in the valley, and I'll have to find out. The Grand Knight Chief said indifferently. There was another point he didn't mention, and that was that he suspected that the nezumi who were sent to the castle were most likely related to the Grey Robe, but this speculation was too shocking for him to be convinced.

The dwarf didn't say anything more, as he had seen with his own eyes how the Cursed Raven had turned Jerry into what he was now. But he was also aware of the problem in Atticus's words, if the sorcerer-transformed wise nezumi killed the king, what was the role of these gray-robed wizards......? The demon will not let them go. Considering that his old friend was better than he used to be at the Battle of Molten Iron, André was confident that the latter would not disappoint him.

Seeing that the Grand Duke of Hammer was silent, Atticus assumed that he agreed with his opinion. The Grand Knight then spoke, "As for those elves, we can't go with them, the opposition is too high. Let them stay here, I think you're on good terms with them, so that we can have someone to protect you from the nezumi when we're gone. ”

"The Hammermen don't need others to protect us, we can protect ourselves. The dwarf said, but thinking that Mloth's temper would definitely not be able to get along with humans, his voice lowered again, "Okay, I'll help you keep an eye on them this time." ”

The chief knight gave a knightly salute to Andrei, then turned and left the tent. He lifted the curtains, and most of the soldiers did not dare to get too close to it even if they feared for the safety of the Iron Knight, only Heather stood outside the tent as an acquaintance of the two in the tent to prevent a conflict inside. The knightess's face was full of weariness, and since she returned to the molten iron, she had immediately thrown herself into helping the survivors, and as far as Atticus knew, she had never rested.

"Go get some sleep, we're both old guys fine. If you fall, I don't know how many lads will be heartbroken. The Iron Knight patted Heather on the shoulder and walked away.

Hammer's Rose smiled wryly as Atticus departed in the crowd of soldiers. She turned her head apprehensively to the tent, hesitating to step in at this point. Heather, who was familiar with Andrew's temper, knew that sometimes letting the dwarves alone for a while would make a lot easier. It's not that Andrei doesn't know how to be flexible, it's just that the stubbornness of the dwarves makes him unwilling to admit his mistakes. Only this time, she was wrong.

The dejected dwarf stroking the map stupidly, his fingertips sliding from the royal capital all the way northwest to the molten iron. Thinking that he and Siggett had just finished their adventure careers, they went north alone, and spent ten years to create the largest territory for the blue lion. But look at the now, the molten iron city, collapsed. His best friend, the human he considered a brother, was dead. Tears slipped down the dwarf's ravine-filled face and dripped down his beard like dew on the leaves of the early morning.

He wanted to sing high, to sing to his friends the low elegy that had been passed down among the dwarves. But he couldn't do that, he was the Grand Duke of the Hammer, and he couldn't grieve the hope of the refugees outside. Intense emotions stirred in Andrei's chest, like a torrent bombarding the rock face. Suddenly, some kind of throbbing sounded from the dwarf's chest, and the beating of his heart formed a melody that had never been felt before.

"Nope. André felt the throbbing, and he whispered his refusal. "No, not now. It shouldn't be now!" The dwarf grabbed his head and slammed his body into the table in the tent, the wooden simple table shattering with a muffled thud. "No!"

"What's wrong with you, Grand Duke?" Heather rushed in at the sound of noise in the tent, and she watched as the Grand Duke of the Hammer rushed around like a madman, until she hit her head into the thick wooden pillars that supported the tent.

"Bang!" the dwarf fell to the ground, his eyes stunned as he looked up. Something muttered something in his mouth, and Heather heard only a large number of incomprehensible words, the language of the dwarves. After a while, Andrei finally calmed down, and he sat up from the ground with one hand on the bruised part of his head.

"Heather. ”

"I'm here, Grand Duke. ”

"Light the stove, prepare the cutting board, I'm going to get to work. ”