When one of the two interest groups suddenly collapses, the other side has nothing to blame for stepping on the mudflats. Because this is the fate of the weak, and it is also the immutable law in the jungle.

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No one knows if a dwarf who suddenly appears will bring disaster or wealth. However, gratuitous change is always resistant..................

Looking at the dwarf who was still immersed in his sleep after being roughly tied up by people, and was sometimes provoked by the thick beard on his face to show a few wisps of strange smiles. It was difficult for Gerle to classify him as a dangerous species, but that didn't stop him from taking nineteen years to develop habits ,—— actions that were far more useful than just sitting back and watching them become more useful.

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A dwarf wrapped in a bath towel ....... When the light of the surrounding beacons lifted the "dwarf" called the dwarf out of the strange sparkling machine, most of the people who had seen the dwarves for the first time felt that they were completely shocked by their strange customs.

Dwarves - a wonderful race that has lived in bath towels during the cold and dark years. People looked at the dwarf with only a crumbling bath towel on his body, and his expression was like this. Even Zhang Zhou, who always likes whimsy on the side, looked like the old man didn't expect it on his old face, and looked at this picture with spicy eyes like everyone else.

"Ahem, let's tie it up first. ”

The old man coughed cheekily and startled back the attention of the young people nearby. Zhang Zhou shook his head helplessly and sighed and turned to leave, even the dwarf whose head was as stinky as donkey dung knew how to be non-mainstream. Zhang Zhou felt that he was really old, and his acceptance of new things was really getting worse and worse.

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The dark clouds consistently looked down on the devastated world, and every living creature was so small in this boundless world that it was so small that the creature itself almost ignored its own existence.

But just above this monotonous but wonderful world, every small life does its best to live and walk in every way...... Until the end of his life, until he can no longer open his eyes that yearn to live.

...... Countless lives were buried and baptized in the wind and rain. Only the broken soul that obscured the sky and the sun, breaking through all obstacles, remembered the sad songs of the dark ages.

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The slightly disturbed herd began its journey into the unknown. This community of interests, which had been forced to coexist peacefully because of death, set off again to the land of little hope. After six hours of rest, they were now about to traverse the wilderness in one fell swoop. In a relatively not-so-distant place, the abundance of food has been stored in the last winter. After thinking about it, once there, the predators who suppressed their instincts in the migrating party would have a better life.

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Looking at Ker, who was groping back and forth on the body of the dwarf "uncle", the people around him looked strange.

...... From the crotch of the pants to the swarf-out bath towel,...... From the thick beard to the dwarf's yellow-brown hair full of pigtails. Kerr carefully searched for anything he thought was suspicious.

Speaking of the dwarven bath towel, Kerr could always feel a faint but dangerous aura underneath it. Ten years of demonic infection have brought more than just pain and confusion to the teenager. This intuition and tenacity of the soul that moved even Proteus was the product of the disease. ...... A loss may turn out to be a gain.

A folding knife, a warhammer without a handle, a pair of teeth, and a small red stone, Kerr suspiciously handed the loot he had found. For a civilization, the "cornerstone" in which it is located is often the most reflective of the most basic strength of a race and the quality of their life. However, there is really a limit to what a man in a bath suit can carry. Kerr patiently weeded out the useless things, and all that was left was a folding knife that could be roughly regarded as a reference credential.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity, or disgusting disgust, suddenly swept through the boy's body without warning. ...... Tooth?Kerr quietly picked up the two fangs he had just set aside.

- Like human canine teeth, but sharper and longer than that, and the most obvious difference is that a slightly reddish blood groove extends straight from the top of the tooth to the root of the tooth, which looks extremely dangerous and cold, as if the cry of countless dying people makes people shudder. It looked like the teeth of some kind of beast, Kerr swore it was the first time he had seen such teeth, but the aura that entwined them still felt strange and familiar to the boy. Kerr, who had always been suspicious, felt as if he knew what kind of relic it was.

Ker, who was sitting on the back of the lizard, looked puzzled and raised his head with a feeling and met the hot gaze of Igusi, who had just climbed onto the lizard's back.

"What are you looking at?" Kerr asked, turning to the old man who had always been mysterious in his mind.

"Boss?"

"Don't call me Boss, call me Kerr! For the first time, Kerr, who had been given a new life, felt so stupid and pale with such a title.

".................." Igusi, who was just about to speak, obviously did not expect Ker's answer, and was at a loss for a moment.

"What's the matter?"

Thinking of the really expensive material around the boy, Igusi temporarily left Ker's changes behind. "Old ...... , Kerr. The sudden change of words made the old man who was used to it have some ups and downs in his heart. "That...... Can you give me that blood essence stone?"

"Blood Essence Stone?" Kerr on the side cast his gaze on the inconspicuous red stone beside him. A faint sense of danger, exactly the same as before, suddenly appeared in the young man's heart.

"Is that it?"

Kerr picked up the seemingly ordinary stone and asked seemingly casually.

"Yes, that's it. Compared to the indifference on Kerl's face, Igusi's expression was much more excited. A trace of sweat slowly left along the deep wrinkles on the old man's face that had been outlined by time. The clenched and trembling hands revealed the old man's uneasy inner world.

"Here you go. "Kerr didn't care, and easily handed over the humble Blood Essence Stone to Igusi. "What are you doing with this?" Kerr was still a little curious.

"Boss...... , no, no, Kerr. Have you ever heard of the legend of the Acacia Stone?" Igusi, whose eyes were bloodshot with excitement, looked mysterious. "The processing method of this material has been strictly guarded by the dwarves, and there has never been a possibility of leakage. Today, old man, I saw the original again when I stepped into the coffin...... It's the greatest luck of my life. “

Igusi whispered softly like a child as if fascinated, looking intoxicated.