In a tent lit by candlelight, Hilda was polishing her dagger, the razor-sharp dagger that had been by her side for decades stained with the blood of countless enemies. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the table beside her, a spread animal skin rested parts of a crossbow.

As the curtain was lifted, a cold wind poured into the tent along the visitor.

Hilda put down the tarpaulin in her hand and looked up at the dwarf who walked in, "Walker, what's wrong?"

"There are a few humans out there, except for the woman who has been here a few times before, and I heard her say that there is a man who calls himself 'Pope' who wants to see you. ”

Pope?

Hilda, who had known the news of the internal election in the Holy See from Samier's mouth, frowned slightly, even if a new pope was elected over there, what did it have to do with her?

Is it colluding with the royal family to force himself to tell the truth?

While sneering in his heart, the noble Golden Hammer dwarves would never give in to a strong enemy! Not even the High Elves could bend their backs, let alone such a few humans!

Be silent for a while, "Get everyone ready for battle...... Let them in. ”

She had a hunch that if she really came for Mine's incident, I am afraid that this would be an ultimatum for the humans of the South!

Thinking of the humiliation suffered by the clansmen over the years, there is even a lower social status than that of the barbarians.

Whoever is elected Pope, even if Samier is present, Hilda wants him to know that the Golden Hammer Dwarves are not the object of their wanton oppression!

Walker nodded, and dodged out of the tent.

Mien and the others were standing outside the tribal camp at this time, and they could clearly see the movements of those dwarves.

All the women and children hid in the tents, while the young men took their weapons and rushed to the camp gates.

Seeing this, the four holy knights all turned pale, pulled out their weapons straddling their waists, and stood in front of Mien and Samiyah, looking at these aliens with a wary expression.

Samiae frowned, the dwarves had been friendly the first few times she had visited, and this time they seemed to be hostile to them.

The dwarven guards who remained here saw the movement in the camp, and all of them retreated five meters back, holding swords and axes, and looked extremely vigilant.

It seems that if these humans make the slightest move, they will pounce!

The atmosphere is tense at this moment, and the air seems to be slowly solidifying!

Mien's face was calm at this time, and he said to the holy knight in front of him, "Don't be so nervous, put away your weapons." ”

"But... My lord!"

Samiyah looked at the Holy Knight who spoke, "Put away all your weapons." ”

The four hesitated for a moment, looked at the dwarf in the distance wary, reluctantly sheathed their weapons, and re-stood on their sides.

At this moment, the dwarven guard who had just left trotted in front of the Mine.

Gasping for air, still in a broken and stiff Ghanaian language, "You can go in." ”

While speaking, Walker was always watching the changes in the expressions of these humans, sneering in his heart, the patriarch agreed that they could go in, but whether these humans had the guts or not was another matter!

Mien's face remained unchanged, and hundreds of young men with weapons in their hands blocked the gate tightly, looking at this posture, they were not welcome to enter at all.

Dwarves are born with great strength, and even more so dwarves with the blood of the Golden Hammer in their bodies, even if they do not master the Dou Qi, with their physical strength alone, a Golden Hammer Dwarf with good martial skills is enough to suppress a rookie knight who has not mastered the Dou Qi for a long time.

Glancing at Walker, an unscathing dwarf voice rang out from Meen's mouth, "You lead the way ahead." ”

Walker waved his hand at Meen, and was just about to leave, he was slightly stunned, and glanced back at Meen, this human can speak dwarven language?

Strange in his heart, Walker was not too surprised.

It is not uncommon for human adventurers who have been in Escinze for many years to speak a few words of dwarven language.

Seeing Mien taking a step, several holy knights all looked at Samiyah, but the latter also did not hesitate and walked straight towards the dwarven tribe.

Walking outside the gate, Walker deliberately raised his voice and said to the dwarves blocking the doorway, "Let all of them go! Let them in!"

Every dwarf that Mien passed by looked at Mien and the others with hostile eyes.

It was a little difficult to make their way through the crowd, and along the way Mean followed Walker, while hundreds of dwarves with weapons hung behind Meen and the others.

Although Mien and Sameyah were indifferent to this, several of the young holy knights tensed, one hand hovering near the hilt of their swords, consciously or unconsciously.

Arriving at the largest tent in the center of the camp, Walker asked Mine and the others to wait there, lifted the curtain and walked in.

Meen looked at the dwarven camp on the high ground, surrounded by potatoes and livestock that the dwarves had purchased from human society.

Although the place is not large, the ground here is clean and there is no sewage flowing sideways.

Even if they are alien, they still come from civilized society.

It's just that Meen has always believed that dwarves should be born craftsmen, and here Mien doesn't see anything that can be linked to a blacksmith.

The whispers of the dwarves behind him fell into Meen's ears, and it was clear that the human society that had always excluded them made these dwarves hostile to humans.

As Walker stepped out of the tent, a diminutive woman followed.

A delicate crossbow that never leaves his hand, a dagger hidden in his boots, and a short sword that he carries at his waist.

The fighting habits of the half-blood rangers are the same as always, but the cold expression is less jumpy than before.

The long flaxen-colored hair, which had been tied at the back of the head, was cut to shoulder length.

Walker stood in front of Meen and the others, his face expressionless, "If you have anything to do, just tell the patriarch here." ”

Hilda's crossbows were all wound, and she was even thinking about how to make these humans die.

But at this moment, when she saw the vaguely familiar face outside, she was stunned for a while.

Countless thoughts flashed through her heart at this moment.

Somewhat dry throat.

And the dwarves who waited for the two to talk to each other realized after a long time that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

There was silence all around, except for the occasional whining of the breeze.

Walker looked at Hilda strangely, as if something wasn't quite right with their patriarch at the moment.

The whole person stood stunned as if he had been spelled, and his eyes were always fixed on the human with golden eyes.

Could it be that this person used a spell?

His face sank, but just as he was about to speak, Meen's voice appeared in his ears.

Calm is like a warm wind.

"Long time no see, Hilda Goldhammer. ”