When he was still three miles away from Blackstone, Niu vigorously signaled the convoy to stop, and then told the ogre and kobold to put on their armor, and at the same time, Helena's gang wore the full-body armor that the gray dwarf had specially crafted for him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This armor uses the best steel ingots, although it is just an ordinary popular style, but it exhausts the craftsmanship of the best gray dwarf blacksmiths in the steel base, and the Houhu priestess also specially tied a blood-red cloak for the old cow.

Riding a majestic shire horse, with a blood-red cloak fluttering in the wind, it looks like a handsome dwarf...... Sao Bao!

Not only do the ogres all have helmets, but even the two hundred kobolds have a full body of steel armor, when did the dirt buns in the Blackstone Great Wasteland have such good equipment, if it weren't for the strong suppression of the old cow and the blackstone city were not allowed to wear it, this group of dirt goods could sleep in armor.

Even if they are not allowed to wear them, the soil buns will wipe their armor and weapons as soon as they are free, and the already shiny steel armor is wiped shiny, which can be used as a mirror, and now that Master Modo has spoken, they help each other, and soon put on their armor and take their weapons.

The earthen buns wearing armor instantly felt that their majesty was boundless, their waists were straight, and they all learned the style of Master Modo, their faces were expressionless, and their chins were raised at 45 degrees, full of reserve and disdain for everything.

Niu vigorously lightly clamped the horse's belly, rode the horse and took the lead to the Black Rock City slowly, the soil buns took neat steps, vigorously stepped on the ground and followed, the dusty dirt road was deliberately vigorously trampled on the dust raised high.

The abnormal situation aroused the alarm of the sentries on the arrow tower, and from a distance, a small army armed to the ass drove towards the Black Rock City, and the dutiful sentries blew a huge horn, and suddenly the head of the city was jumping.

The gates of the city were quickly shut, and the archers at the head of the city drew their bows and arrows, aiming their arrows at the approaching ranks.

When the small army was about to arrive at the city, the guards at the head of the city couldn't help but take a breath, this equipment is very good.

Not to mention the short man who led the horse, there were thirteen moving steel bumps at least 4 meters high, all of which were put down on their faces so that people could not tell what kind of race this was, but the breastplate that looked like it was three fingers thick, and the guards at the head of the city looked at the small bows and arrows in their hands, and they really couldn't shoot into it.

The Iron Giant carried a strange weapon on his shoulders, a long steel rod followed by a slender oval sledgehammer, and the hammer was frantically full of sharp spikes.

The last group of infantry in the team is very ordinary, but it is still a steel armor that wraps the whole body, and the weapons in their hands are also recognized, the steel flail of a water, the guards on the city wall swaying in the sun are dizzy for a while, looking at the thin leather armor on their bodies, the guards can't help but feel inferior.

However, the captain of the city guard who happened to be at the head of the city had some knowledge, and he tried hard to recall where there was such a heinous team of local tyrants around, first of all, there was absolutely no orc empire.

Then there is the Roland Empire of the human race next door, which is very similar to the rumored guards of their emperor, the Raff Steel Guard, thinking of the terrifying combat power of the legendary Slavic Guard, the captain of the city guard can't help but tremble his legs, and it is estimated that he is going to explain here today.

Suddenly, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he shouted loudly: "Hurry up, you rice buckets, go and report to the Governor that we have been attacked by the Roland Imperial Steel Guard, we need support, and invite the knights and priests of the temple to come, ...... quickly"

The mournful screams were heart-wrenching, but fortunately the short man in the city leader spoke, so that the farce did not continue to expand.

Taking off his helmet, Niu vigorously shouted upstairs: "Open the city gate quickly, the Lord Modo Knight of my Borg is back." ”

The Borg Collar may be the little dwarf of the Dragon Slayer Warriors, and the memories of the past are recalled in the minds of the guards, isn't he the Modo Knight who took the ogre to the territory a few months ago.

Could it be that this group of dirt buns has dug up a gold mine? Countless questions came to the minds of the guards, but they finally let down their guard.

When the gates opened, a long motorcade began to enter the city, and the towers were full of curious guards, stretching their necks to see what was being pulled.

The exclamations rang out one after another, and the fully loaded carts were full of neatly arranged steel ingots through the not very tight covering, and more than 20 carts were pulled, and how many armor and weapons could be made from so many steel ingots, several officers of the city guard almost couldn't pull it out in their eyes.

Except for a dozen or so carts of rattan boxes, I don't know what they are, the rest are full of cauldrons, farm tools and the like, and the farm tools that seem to be full of weight are all made of fine steel, and the soldiers of the city guard brigade looked at the rough weapons in their hands, and their hearts were full of sour scolding for the losers.

After entering the city, the fox priestess smiled sweetly at Niu Dali: "Modo Knight, I want to go back to the God of War Temple, and if there is nothing else, I will leave first." ”

The old cow struggled inwardly, but still stuffed the parchment roll in his arms into Helena's hand, and repeatedly told Helena to open it when no one was around.

Looking at the little vixen who walked away with questions, Lao Niu kept comforting himself: "Didn't you just copy another poem? Helena is very important to the territory, and there are more than 200 dolls waiting for her to go back to teach, and even if you can't eat it, you can't fall into other people's mouths, and it's very eye-catching to keep it just to see......

The convoy continued to drive towards the best hotel where Lao Niu had stayed last time, and the streets were crowded with the crowds of Black Rock City, pointing at ogres and kobolds, and their eyes of envy and hatred flooded towards them like a tide, and the sullen buns of the Borg led the inner leap and stepped more neatly.

In a short time, before Niu Dali and his party arrived at the hotel, the news that the dwarf lord of the Borg Lord, with countless high-quality steel supplies, had come to Black Rock City to trade spread throughout the city, and more people began to commotion.

After arriving at the hotel, Lord Modo chartered the hotel again, and hundreds of people and fifty carts filled the hotel rooms and spacious front and back yards.

When Niu Dali took the earth buns to let go of his arms and eat and drink, in the quiet lounge of the priests of the Temple of the God of War, Helena, the fox priestess who had just taken a bath, was lying comfortably on the soft big bed in only a thin bathrobe, and the lazy style and the sexiness that the yukata could not hide made any man who was lucky enough to see crazy.

Suddenly remembering something, Helena felt a little funny and picked up the parchment roll next to the bed, and when she opened it, the first thing she felt was that she didn't expect that the little dwarf's handwriting was as beautiful as a human being.

Then look closely, it is actually a short little poem:

When you are old, your head is white, and you are sleepy,

Snoozing by the fire, please take down this hymn,

Read slowly, remembering the softness of your eyes in the past,

Recall the heavy shadows of their past;

How many people love your youthful and happy hours,

I love your beauty, either hypocritically or sincerely,

Only one loves the soul of your pilgrim,

Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;

Hang your head, beside the red-glowing stove,

Sadly whispering about the passing of love,

On the mountain above it, it paced slowly,

In the middle of a group of stars hides the face

The fox priestess, who instantly entered a state of madness, looked at this moving love poem repeatedly, she felt that she was a book that no one had ever understood, and now she finally waited for someone who understood her and completely opened her heart.

In another time and space, Yeats's moving love poems were finally copied by a shameless plagiarist, once again showing its infinite charm.