"Brother, borrow a fire!" the gray dwarf felt a little different from the usual atmosphere as he stepped into the smoking area, a hideous-looking goblin sitting alone in a dimly lit corner. The red fire flickered and flickered, and five meters away from him, there was no one, and the smokers who had been talking loudly in the past did not say a word like mutes, some were smoking with their heads down, some were looking up, and some were getting up and preparing to leave.

Morwritte sat across from the goblins, and that was his target tonight, the number two man at Camp Redbeard, Mr. Two.

"You're not afraid of me?" Mr. Two handed over the fire fold.

"Hehe, it's all one nose and two eyes, what's there to be afraid of!" Mowglitte took the fire without hesitation and lit his pipe, the fresh pipe was blackened in only a day or two, even if he didn't smoke, he still smelled of tobacco in his hand.

Mr. Two's pipe lit up again, as if a half-ripe persimmon had been flattened, his yellow teeth were crooked, and only a huge hole remained in the nostrils. Morwritte quietly moved a step outward, and the scar on the gray dwarf's face turned outward, revealing a dark red scar, and at first glance, the murderous aura increased by seven points.

"The adventurer's scar is meritorious, and in the eyes of us gray dwarves, the scar is the best proof of experience!" "Morgriet didn't appear here by chance today, he had been waiting for this opportunity for the past few days, the opportunity to get close to Mr. Two. The mysterious Redbeard never shows his face easily, and the gray dwarf has only seen the figure with the mask on his head and the graceful figure when he first enters the Redbeard camp, and the distance between the two is too far, coupled with the dim lighting, the gray dwarf's understanding of the red beard has always been like a layer of fog.

Mr. Two is different, Mr. Two is almost taking care of the daily life of Camp Beard. But even if this is the case, the gray dwarf will not have the slightest chance to talk to Mr. Two. Because Mr. Two would come to the blacksmith once a day in the morning, and he would stay for less than five minutes before leaving. The daily life of the blacksmith shop is handled by another adult, and Mr. Two is in charge of the overall situation, and he doesn't even ask about the daily life of the blacksmith shop.

Morgaret wants to figure out Redbeard's attack plan, and Mr. Two is the best breakthrough.

"Yes, we goblins think so too, but there are always some ignorant adventurers who fear the wars of the past," the white mist exhaled by Mr. Two filled with the fragrance of rum, "They always think that those can be escaped, but they don't know that when the cold wave comes, nothing is immune." ”

The gray dwarf's fireworks lit up, revealing the hideous scars on his face in front of Mr. Two. It is said that people who have a common experience always have more common topics, and this is the bridge that the gray dwarf has prepared, and it seems to be working well now. Mr. Two seemed to have found a confidant. He took two steps forward, and the two of them were almost sitting next to each other.

"Man, it's a miracle that you didn't kill you with this scar!" Mr. Two laughed good-naturedly.

"yes, I thought I was going to see the gods, who the fuck knew that the gods wouldn't take me in, he said, Mogg, your mouth stinks. The gray dwarf laughed at himself.

At this time, the adventurers around looked at the gray dwarf like a monster, and Mowglitte glared back unceremoniously, and those who were a little more timid were actually so frightened by the gray dwarf that their pipes fell to the ground. "What do you want to do, what do you want!" he got up, not even remembering his beloved pipe, and ran away without a trace.

"Coward, you know at a glance that you are lazy here. If you can even drop your pipe, you know that you are not a qualified smoker. Mowglitte picked up the pipe on the ground and threw it into the distance, it was a brand new pipe that had not been used several times.

Mr. Two laughed exaggeratedly, and a cloud of white gas emanated from its wide open mouth. The smell of rum all around me is getting stronger.

The rest of the smokers didn't have the courage to stay any longer, and after a while, only Morgritte and Mr. Two were left in the entire smoking area.

"Hello, Mogg!" Mr. Two stretched out his right hand solemnly.

"Hello, Mr. Two!" Morkriette held out her right hand, and the two of them clasped hands together. It's not intimate, but it's not rusty.

"Do you know me?" asked Mr. Two.

"In the Redbeard camp, there are people who don't know Redbeard, and I'm afraid there are no people who don't know Mr. Two!" The gray dwarf told the truth, but it was a little awkward to hear it in Mr. Two's ears. His right hand shook, and suddenly there was a bottle of rum in his palm, and he handed it to the gray dwarf, and then sighed.

"Do you sense something is wrong?" asked Mr. Two.

"Of course, Redbeard's name is so strange, and Redbeard is too hard to see!" the gray dwarf opened the rum and took a few sips, "I even doubt that you are the real Redbeard!"

The goblin suddenly lay on the ground, and his whole body began to fall, laughing and laughing, and his voice became louder and louder, and later, he couldn't stop it, and even laughed out of tears.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became a little awkward, and Mr. Two's unreasonable play disrupted the gray dwarf's position.

"Why do you think that?" asked Mr. Two, puzzled.

"That's what you see!" the gray dwarf took a beautiful puff of dry smoke, and before he knew it, he was intoxicated by it.

"Haha, I'm just a guardian knight, everything here shouldn't be a game in the eyes of others!" Mr. Er's expression was lonely, and he raised the bottle of rum and poured it violently, and it didn't take long for most of the bottle of rum to be drunk. Mr. Two spat out a mouthful of words full of wine: "You are a powerful blacksmith, have you ever thought about what to do in the future?"

"A person like me, where is there a future, it's just a day and two and a half days!" Morgritte didn't expect the expected solicitation to come so quickly, he also thought that he would need to ink for a while, test it, and investigate these things, so that he could get in touch with the core of Redbeard. Where did he think that Mr. Two would eat a bottle of wine, and he began to recruit the gray dwarf.

In fact, this can't be blamed on Mr. Two, it's really Morgritte's performance in the blacksmith shop is too eye-catching, for a redbeard who wants to make a difference in the wilderness, a good blacksmith is definitely hard to find.

"Redbeard needs someone like you!" said Mr. Two.

The gray dwarf nodded, it would be nice to be a little reserved, it would be troublesome if he scared others away.