In the stone lord's house, the fireplace was burning greatly, and Niu Dali sat on a chair by the fireplace, covered with a thin blanket, and did not want to move lazily. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On the other side of the fireplace, Helena, the fox priestess sitting, flipped through a thick book in her hand, and was telling the myths and legends of the god of war.

"A group of dirt buns, messy and broken stories are so energetic, one day I am in a good mood to tell you a piece of Journey to the West, you will know what it means to be good. "The bored old cow thought.

The cold weather stopped all outdoor activities in Borg Village, and all the cats were in the house for the winter, so in addition to drinking, Helena's mythological feature film when preaching the teachings of the god of war became a favorite of the kobolds, and every day when the time came, the house was full of people.

Just as the cow stared at the fox priestess's furry tail, and the fox girl's face was getting redder and redder about to attack, a large head slammed the door open from the outside, and then reached in.

It turned out to be a flint red face, and in the past month or so with the old cow, the ogres have been upgraded under good nutrition and training, as the flint of the former patriarch, there is a small protrusion on the forehead, which is the rhythm of the forehead to grow horns.

After reaching level 14, ogres have a small chance of developing a full short horn on their foreheads, which according to Flint is a prelude to evolving into a one-horned ogre.

The one-horned ogre has a huge increase in strength, physical strength, defense, and recovery compared to ordinary ogres, and after reaching level 16, he can become a one-horned ogre overseer, which is the existence of a human sword master who can single-handedly fight with his physical body.

Of course, the amount of food has also been greatly improved, if it were not for the old cattle to store enough food for the winter, the tribe would not be able to afford it.

The flint stuck into the door and buzzed, "Master Modo, there is a situation, we have caught a sneaky little man. ”

"Little man, could it be that the goblins have sneaked back again?" Cow vigorously walked out the door with doubts.

When Niu Dali saw it, he realized that it was actually a rare gray dwarf, a branch of the dwarf population, and their brownish-gray hair and beard were their important characteristics.

Among the short-tempered and stubborn dwarves, the gray dwarves are known for their stinky temper and eccentric personalities, so the other dwarves are doing well by relying on their blacksmith skills, but the gray dwarves are mostly not doing well.

The gray dwarf in front of him looked very embarrassed, his face was blue from his thin clothes, his body trembled like chaff, his dirty hair and his beard were covered with ice slag, and now the snow in the great wilderness was deeper than his waist, and it was a miracle that he could run here.

Seeing that it was not a goblin, the old cow let down his vigilance and said to the flint, "Go and bring it to the room, and give him some wine by the way to warm him up." ”

After the gray dwarf entered the room, a large glass of warm fruit wine was placed in front of him, and the gray dwarf, who originally seemed to be frozen even his brain, looked sluggish, and immediately came to life after smelling the wine, holding the wooden cup with both hands, and at least 3 catties of fruit wine was drunk by him in one go.

"Praise the god of the Titans, this wine tastes amazing. The gray dwarf who had finished drinking looked at Niu Dali with anticipation.

The old cow motioned for the flintstone kobold girl to continue serving, and the gray dwarf drank five large cups of fruit wine in a row before stopping, and after burping, he gave the cow a vigorous salute, and said gratefully: "Thank you, generous dwarf, for your hospitality has been the friendship of the gray dwarf Tabri Limestone, and you will be my best friend for life." ”

A few glasses of bad wine in the eyes of the old cow were exchanged for the friendship of the stubborn gray dwarf, and the gray dwarf was really willful......

This year's cold winter is particularly cold for the gray dwarves of the Limestone Tribe, a month ago, hundreds of panicked goblins sneaked up on the Limestone Tribe, which only had more than 80 people, although there was not much loss of population, but the original small amount of winter reserve food was robbed.

So a few days after the snow, the graystone tribe completely cut off the cooking, looking at the hungry women and children of the tribe, the men of the graystone tribe had to brave the heavy snow and biting cold wind to go out to try their luck.

The big tribes in the Black Stone Wasteland are a little better, and the small tribes don't know how many old and young starve to death every year because of lack of food, and natural selection is obviously so cruel and realistic in the barren orc empire.

As the son of the patriarch, Taburi walked in the snow for two days without harvest, until he was almost desperate, he saw the smoking village of Borg, and he also knew that in the winter of the Black Rock Wasteland, no tribe was willing to lend a little food, but with the hope of survival, he still staggered to the village.

It must be the favor of the god of Titans, and the lucky Taburi actually met a generous dwarf lord and drank more than a dozen catties of delicious fruit wine one after another, which is more than the wine Tabli has drunk in the past two years combined.

When it was time to eat, the village's hundreds of kobolds and a dozen strong ogres were all crammed into a large wooden hut called the canteen to eat.

By the time it was time to start eating, Taburi's eyes widened in disbelief.

A large pot of beef venison, salted fish with dried mushrooms in delicious fish soup, fragrant oatmeal porridge and a large pile of delicious fruits let everyone eat at will, a few kobold cubs were scolded by adults for not eating meat well, and more importantly, each kobold man also shared a small glass of delicious fruit wine.

The great god of Titans, remembering the days of the Limestone Tribe, is really inferior to the big animals here.

Shakespeare, the great ancient sage of mankind, said, "To live or to perish, this is a question." ”

In the face of an unprecedented existential crisis, the young patriarch of the Greystone Tribe, Taburi, knows that no matter how hot the gray dwarve's temper and eccentric personality are, there is no superfluous choice.

The gray dwarf Tabri walked up to Niu Dali and bowed his head, looked at Niu Dali with his eyes, and said, "Generous and merciful Lord Modo, I beg you to save our Limestone tribe, as long as we can make most of us survive this winter, we are willing to be your most loyal people." ”

Niu Dali held the wooden cup in his hand and gently shook the wild fruit wine in his hand, but his arrogant demeanor was like tasting the old wine, and he asked lightly: "Do you know how to make iron and make iron?"

Tabery looked up proudly and said, "Every grey dwarf man is born to be a good blacksmith. ”

After sipping a little of the bad earth wine, the old cow said to the gray dwarf, "Join my territory, work for me, and I will feed all of you with a large glass of fruit wine for every meal." ”

Without hesitation, Tabli happily agreed, and after a hurried meal, hurried back with a plow of food and a few jars of fruit wine.

Looking at the gray dwarf in the distance, Helena said to the proud little dwarf, "Aren't you worried that if he returns with food, he won't move over with the tribe?"

"How come?" replied the old cow, "they are two, not stupid. ”

Looking at the heavy snow that kept falling, Helena was indifferent.