Redbeard's camp was still noisy like a market, with open tents revealing the warm flames within, and a wandering warbler showing its snow-white twin peaks, winking at passing adventurers. The noisy bars are about to open the tents, and from time to time drunken adventurers come out of the tents with their handsome drunken ladies in their arms, and then rush into the darkness. To have such a strong desire in such cold weather is not an ordinary adventurer. But in the hopeless Redbeard camp, it's not just the men who are falling, the women are also falling.

In his spare time, Morwritte also carefully researched Redbeard's camp to find Redbeard's lair, but the Grey Dwarf quickly gave up on such an effort. The camp is like a living creature, and each tent seems to change its position all the time.

Mr. Two led the way in front, passing through one strange corner after another, as if a long time had passed, and as if there was only a blink of an eye. Two men came to a wide road. On either side are neatly arranged black tents, and huge torches are lit between the gaps in the tents, illuminating the road. All around was quiet, and the black tent was like a sleeping beast, breathing slowly and heavily. The gray dwarf asked about the smell of iron inside the tent, there must be a warrior in ambush in Redbeard's camp, it seems that this is what Redbeard relies on to attack the Valley of the Dead. The adventurers outside alone were just transporting materials to the cunning skeleton in the Valley of the Dead.

Cross the end of the road, turn right again, and your eyes will brighten. These rays are different from those red rays that burn with torches, which are white light, pure white light.

"It's almost there, and we're here. Mr. Two turned around and said.

As she walked forward, Mowglitte looked at the sands of time that hung from the dry branches of the trees by the roadside. It was the hand of the gray dwarf, but I don't know how it ended up in Redbeard's hands. However, Mowglitte remembered that when he was in Frost-Free City, the Lord seemed to have traded out a batch of the Sands of Time. Later, there were also requests for the sands of time, and it is said that they found a big buyer in Frost-Free City, and they were able to sell more than a hundred of them every week. Of course, these are all sent out through the teleportation array in White Rock Town, and only such small and valuable items can be traded through teleportation. You must know that the cost of each transmission is as high as hundreds of gold moles.

"It's a high-end item for lighting, much brighter than those torches. And not afraid of the wind. Mr. Two ostentatiously explained to the gray dwarf, "In Frost-Free City, the sands of time are in high demand, and ordinary people can't see it, let alone use it for lighting. ”

Morwriten tried her best to pretend that it was the first time she had seen the Sands of Time, and even ran underneath the Sands of Time, reaching out to touch the glowing hourglasses. However, the sands of time here hang so high that the gray dwarves can't even touch them on tiptoe.

"The sand of time is what adults love the most, but don't touch these things with your hands, if you find them, you will have to be whipped," Mr. Two stopped and waited until the gray dwarf returned to him from under the dry branches, "If you don't believe me, just give it a try." ”

Mowgli nodded, and could see that Redbeard was a bit of a quirk. To be able to get so much sand of time from Frost-Free City must be very proud, and it is reasonable to have some quirks that are different to find. The grey dwarves became cautious, at least until the date Redbeard attacked the Valley of the Dead, so that they could not make any trouble.

The silence here was a little excessive, and Mr. Two's steps became brisk. The gray dwarf behind him had to start troving, and just then a white tent appeared in front of him, which were scattered in a flat leeward area. If you're camping at night, it's a great location.

"Hurry up!" Mr. Two's figure suddenly flashed, and only a gray figure remained in front of Mowglitte.

"What the hell!" The gray dwarf's face changed, could it be discovered, but at this time, he didn't have much choice but to follow Mr. Two and ask him what was going on. However, although the legs of the second gentleman were short, they were not slow to accelerate at all, and when the gray dwarf passed, he only saw the corner of the tent rolled up by the north wind.

"This guy doesn't want to trick me, right?" the gray dwarf beat a drum in his heart, and regretted that he had followed Mr. Two to this place so hastily. When Morkriet burst into the open tent, a long cut was made in the back of the tent, and there was no one inside. The chairs and benches inside the tent were staggering, and the milk tea pot was steaming outside from the small stove in the center of the tent. A sand of time glows pink.

Ignoring the hula-hula north wind that hung in from the gap in the tent, Morkriet pulled up a stool and sat down in the leeward corner. "There's nowhere to show the horse's feet, it shouldn't be. The gray dwarf began to try to recall the events that had happened in Redbeard's camp in the last few days, "It must have been the big mouth of the Habs, I knew it was him." ”

The gray dwarf vaguely remembered that the mountain dwarf had said that Mogg was a big man, just like those nobles in Whitestone, and at that time Morgaret smiled noncommittally, and later met several familiar smokers who privately asked Mowglitte if he had been to Whitestone, and one guy also talked about how purgatory had a goblin with a big ass.

"Who's in there?" Morgritte took the double-edged axe in her hand, her eyes on the closet inside the tent, and the sound of rustling could be faintly heard inside. The gray dwarf kicked open the wooden closet door, "Get out of it yourself!"

The wooden wardrobe shook incessantly, and two people squeezed out of it, a graceful woman wearing a mask with a red beard under the mask, and a sleek, white hand on her slender and white neck. It was clasped around her neck, with a bright red mark on it.

"Merlin the Vampire!" of course Mowglitte knew such a skeletal hand, which the gray dwarf had brought for Merlin himself.

"It's me, it's me, Merlin the Vampire, back off, little one. Now Redbeard is in my hand, do you know what I mean?" Merlin's left hand waved angrily, "Stand back, idiot!"