The halfling old widower Hank sat bored in his small shop, as a halfling little old man who has lived for more than fifty years, his craftsmanship is naturally impeccable, but there are too many troll masters who usually come to fight the autumn wind, even if Hank is meticulous, he can still only barely fill his stomach, and his life is almost over, but he doesn't even have a woman who lives with him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He stared at the dirt road in front of the door, expecting business to come to his door, but the small city where he was located usually did not have many foreign population, and there were very few local people who could have spare money and leisure to eat in his small shop.

When it was almost time to close, Old Hank still couldn't wait for the customer's door, and just as he was about to close, Paul, the caveman owner of the grocery store next door, ran in excitedly and shouted: "Old Hank, bring me a cup of sweet potato wine, remember the kind that is not mixed with water." ”

"Yohe~ I went out today and picked up Quentin, and I was willing to drink sweet potato wine without water. Old Hank teased at the caveman, you must know that although Paul is the owner of a small shop, his wife and children have five or six mouths in the family and rely on him to support him alone.

"What do you mean by picking up money, you old bastard, you don't know yet? The United Resistance fought a great victory in the Bison Valley, annihilating at least 200,000 trolls. Paul the caveman shouted loudly.

Hearing this, Old Hank's face turned pale with fright, and he looked outside the store and shouted in horror: "You don't want to die, be careful to be heard by the troll uncle of the city guards, when the time comes, catch you and go to prison, and those little cubs in your family will starve to death." ”

Who knows, usually hearing the word city guard will frighten a spirited caveman, but at this time his face is full of indifference, he came to the counter of old Hank with a familiar car, and he made a glass of yellow sweet potato wine, and took a small sip.

Then he spoke: "Fuck the city guards, their good days are not a few days, and you haven't noticed that they haven't come to your shop for a few days to eat and drink for nothing? ”

Hearing this earth-shattering news, old Hank fell into a long stupor, and after a long time he asked tremblingly, "What you said is true, the United Resistance is really coming, and the trolls are really going to be finished?"

Paul the caveman continued to take a sip of bad wine, and then his eyebrows fluttered and began to tell the old widower Hank about the battle of the Bison Valley, which had been passed on countless times, and the battle of the trolls had soared by half in number, and the various gods in the battle had turned countless times, as if he had been there in person.

"The strength of the Troll Empire has been greatly reduced after this great defeat, and now the small troops that have revolted under the banner of the United Resistance are everywhere outside the city, and there are many people who have gone directly to Lord Modo in the Bison Valley, if it weren't for the fact that there are still several mouths counting on me at home, I would have gone too. Paul the caveman sighed, and then found that the old widower, Hank, was no longer crying.

Paul sighed heavily, patted Old Hank's shoulder and comforted each other silently, they were all old neighbors for decades, and he was very clear about the misfortune that happened to Old Hank.

In fact, when Old Hank was young, he had a beautiful fiancée with a childhood plum, and shortly before they planned to get married, his fiancée was forcibly recruited into the city lord's mansion as a maid, and then in less than two months, bad news came that his fiancée had a sudden illness and died.

When Old Hank went to the City Lord's Mansion to retrieve his fiancée's body and plan to bury it, he found that his fiancée's body was covered with countless scars, and the angry Hank immediately wanted to go to the City Lord's Mansion to ask for an explanation, but he was beaten and thrown out, and lay on the bed for half a year before recovering his strength.

Gradually, Old Hank became more and more cowardly, and recognized the cruel reality, maybe this is their fate of the bottom bitter, but Old Hank never married......

It took a long time for the elder Hank to calm down and make some kind of decision, first giving Paul, the caveman who was caught off guard, a hug.

Then he said solemnly: "Old man, I will give you this little shop, I decided to go to the Bison Valley to join the resistance, although I am too old to go to the battlefield, but my skills are not bad, I can make something delicious for Lord Modo and his stick boys." ”

Paul, the owner of the grocery store, opened his mouth in surprise when he heard this, and subconsciously planned to persuade the old widower with half of his body, but he reluctantly found that it seemed that abandoning everything to join the United Resistance was the best choice, and then the two decades-old neighbors were drunk.

The next day, when the hungover caveman Paul opened his eyes, he found that the dilapidated little shop had been cleaned, but the old widower, who had been sitting behind the counter forever in a daze, was gone, and Paul knew that he would never see him again in this life.

Something like the halfling old widower Hank has been staged everywhere in the underground world in a short period of time, and in the nearly thousand years that the three major races have brutally ruled the lower races, they have formed a blood feud that cannot be resolved at all.

If the little dwarf Lord Modo flew up to the highest place in the sky of the Bison Valley Base at this time and looked down, he could find that countless starry figures were slowly and firmly moving towards here, and they gradually converged into short thin lines, which became thicker and thicker as they gradually approached the Bison Valley, and finally became a surging crowd.

When the news that the troll's army of 100,000 was almost wiped out was quickly spread by those who cared about it, the entire underground world underwent unimaginable drastic changes, just like a dry pile of firewood and grass, which was suddenly artificially poured with fire oil, and then thrown on a burning torch, which burned irrepressibly.

Some chose to run to the Bison Valley, but many more chose to raise the banner of the uprising on the spot, as if overnight, the rulers of the trolls were horrified to find that not only had they lost all control outside the city, but even the seemingly safe city of the usually docile pariahs now looked at them with a look that seemed to tear them apart.

Just as Mo Duo had predicted, the spark finally caught fire, and the rule of the trolls was crumbling under the fire, and at the first time, the two powerful princes and shamans of the troll empire rushed to the black dragon and the giant clan respectively to discuss the matter of joint troops.