∝ the trail of a mysterious enemy suspected of being a dwarf, Baroque led his people to pursue it. But when he went deeper into the forest for more than ten miles and came to a bare rocky hill, all clues were suddenly interrupted. Even a wolf's nose just swirled around the hill, and it could no longer find any direction for the smell to leave.

The hill is abrupt, with hardly a single tree on it, and is covered with boulders buried deep in the mountain. It stands out in the middle of the dense mountain remnants of the forest.

The spirit beast body of the frost wolf Rak has an extremely keen sense of touch, and is able to discover secrets that other creatures can't. It carried the Baroque around the rocky hill a few times, and seemed to be puzzled, and finally stopped beside a huge rock without moving. Through the connection between the souls, Lark tells Baroque that the enemy's trail begins to disappear from the rock in front of him.

Thinking of the dwarves' strengths, Baroque suddenly had a premonition............ If so, then these dwarves are clearly not recent, and must have been here for a long, long time.

The next temptation confirmed his suspicion, and Baroque asked his people to use their tomahawks to tap the huge rock in front of them, which was tens of thousands of catties. With the splashing of stone chips, and sure enough, under the dull loud noise, the echo of the hollow could be slightly perceived - there was an empty cavity under the rock.

He was not familiar with everything about dwarves, and he had never even seen a dwarf before. Faced with the unknown, Baroque did not dare to let his people take risks. The dwarves are notoriously short-tempered, and if the Baroque smashed the rocks, it was likely to anger them completely. On the continent of Sauron, it is enough for orcs and human races to be a mortal enemy. There can be no more provocation of other rights and wrongs...... At least not until the unfavorable situation changes!

Although the surroundings are bare, there is almost nothing left except for the stone ridges. But Baroque believed that the dwarves underground must have a way to find out what was going on above, and even at this moment, there might be dwarves with big eyes snooping on him underground. Baroque thought about it, and it was also out of temptation that he asked his people to withdraw from the hill. Walk away from the distance, only himself and Lark remain. He deliberately found an open area and shouted, "We have no ill will, I think I can sense it from your contact with us yesterday...... If my people were to harm you, he would unleash enough fiery power to scorch your armor-wrapped bodies. ”

[For a moment, there is no response.] Baroque continued: "I think I already know about our differences, first of all I need to apologize to you. ...... But we didn't know that the boars were kept by you, so they were left to be tamed and used as mounts for our orcs. If you want to go back, we can talk calmly. Orcs, though rude, also know etiquette. And with all due respect...... You raided my people without trying to make contact with us, which is not like the dwarves who are known for their integrity!" There was silence, and it was clear that the dwarves in the mountain's belly were very guarded. The Baroque didn't expect them to come out and argue with him all at once, he was just trying not to erect such an enemy of unknown strength! If the dwarves were so stubborn and rigid that they wanted to start a war, the Baroque would not be afraid.

"In the name of the spirits of the orc ancestors, I come with good intentions. I hope you will repay me with kindness. You can come into contact with my tribe anytime, anywhere. Discuss anything, but remember not to attack my people again. It's not good, and even if we can't be friends, we don't necessarily have to be hostile to each other. After Baroque said this, he prepared to turn and leave. Suddenly remembering something, he put down a bag of herbs on a rock. "I'm sorry my people hurt one of you yesterday, it's a herb for burns," he shouted. Believe me. The orc's medical skills can still be trusted. ”...

Baroque rode Lac down the hill, then joined his people and left the area.

"Baroque Patriarch, will this be useful? What if those dwarves still come to trouble us? and...... Are you really going to give them back the boar?" Angrey asked hesitantly as he leaned over Baroque, and behind him, Hubertus looked worried, fearing that he would lose the boar mount he had just acquired.

"Hehe, don't worry, the big boar has been tamed by us. This beast is full of bestiality and will only obey and tame its master. Even if those dwarves have been raised for a long time, they will no longer be able to take them away from you!" Baroque said with a smile: "As for whether they will trouble us, heh, these guys hide their heads and tails, and their personalities do not match the irritable and impulsive temperament of the legendary dwarves at all. Then there are only two possibilities, either their people are sparse and dare not provoke us openly. Either they have lived in the mountains for too long, and they know absolutely nothing about the outside world, and it is inevitable that everything will be guarded everywhere. Don't worry, you'll come here tomorrow to take a look, and if the bag of herbs I put down is missing, it means that these dwarves are still accessible. If the herbs are destroyed and thrown away, then we need to prepare for war!"

Things didn't get any worse, and the next day Angray dived into the forest early to see the rocky hill from afar. The herbs were gone, not like they had been thrown away and destroyed. And on the rock where the herbs were placed in the Baroque, a piece of animal skin paper was pressed with the stone.

Angley cautiously approached the hill, took the vellum from the rock, looked at it, found that he did not recognize the writing on it, took it in his arms, and quickly left the place, returning to the tribe to hand over to the Baroque.

Baroque looked at the writing on the vellum and was dumbfounded, although he felt extremely familiar, he did not recognize these cuneiform languages. Bring the two priests, Tinga and Amo, and Susan Celine, and let them watch. And then everyone was dumbfounded...... I don't know anyone.

Baroque had a question in his mind...... Are the mysterious races in the mountains dwarves or not? Susan said that although the dwarves have their own own own scripts [such as Asian languages], the most commonly used language is also the lingua franca of the mainland. And this kind of writing is obviously not like the Asian language.

Most of the intelligent races on the continent of Sauron, except for the orcs, have their own writing. Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Dragons, and Giants. These words have magical power and are the manifestation of the essence and heritage of every race. Susan and Celine knew some of the general structures of the various ethnic scripts, but they didn't match the cuneiform script on the vellum paper, and they were even surprised to think that a new race had appeared on the continent of Sauron that they had never seen before!

"Not a new race. Baroque shook his head in denial: "I look very familiar with this cuneiform, as if I have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it." "Everyone was amazed, including the earliest people, who had spent most of their time with Baroque and did not know where he had seen such writing.

I didn't have a clue for a long time, so I just didn't think about it for now. Since the mysterious races in the mountains sent out a piece of animal skin paper, it means that they have accepted what the Baroque said yesterday, and they have communicated*, and it is obvious that they understand the continental lingua franca. That's easy to do, just go again. ..................

Still not allowing his people to follow, Baroque rode Lac to the rocky hill again, and stood in front of the boulder, holding up the vellum with cuneiform inscriptions, and cried out: "Good afternoon, friends of the mountain! I'm sorry to tell you that we don't know the words on this vellum. So I don't know what you might be looking for. Yesterday you took the herbs, and if you had used them, you would have known that there were no tricks, and that my kindness was sincere, and that those herbs would soon heal the burns of one of your people. I think we'll talk face-to-face, if we can. Of course, if you still have concerns, you can communicate with me through this big rock............ I know you're hiding behind rocks, so consider my proposal. ”...

Baroque took a few steps back, waiting for a response! After a long time, almost thinking that there would be no reply, a low, rough voice finally came from behind the rock, and even through the heavy rock, he could still hear every word clearly...... The language is the continental lingua franca.

"Have the orcs fallen completely? You have betrayed your ancestors and forgotten their glory. Now I can't read [Sochi], I don't know if it's necessary to communicate with you. ”

Baroque jumped off Lack's back in surprise and leaned close to the rock, he could hear the voice of the old man, it should be an old man, and asked in a respectful tone, "You say that we orcs should understand this kind of [Sochi script] you are talking about? But we have never seen this kind of writing...... Even the oldest of my people didn't know me, and even I found a very knowledgeable human magician, who I had never seen before. We did not betray our ancestors, and we never had the slightest doubt about the piety of the spirits of our ancestors, but we are sorry that we really do not recognize this kind of writing. ”

The voice was silent for a long time before it was evident with emotion and sarcasm......: "Hey, humans! The voice changed the subject and shouted, "Since you want to talk, let's talk." The big wild boars are what we have worked so hard to keep and if you want to reconcile, you need to give them back to us. ”

"It's all well said, but why don't we talk face to face? I think that's the best sign of kindness. "The Baroque is so curious about this mysterious race that he desperately wants to meet them!

This time, the voice did not hesitate and agreed: "Yes, but you need to leave first, and when I go out, you will come back." It was clear that he was worried about revealing the secret of the cave entrance in the mountain.

Baroque had no objections, leaving the hill far away and looking into the distance. In order to show sincerity, he also did not use the secret technique of the soul eagle eye to peep. When a short figure suddenly appeared on the top of the hill and beckoned to him, Baroque returned to the hill.

The diminutive figure in front of him confirmed the suspicions............ The height of an orc's waist, a body almost as thick as an oak barrel, and a beard that hung down to his chest and abdomen............ Sure enough, it's a dwarf!(To be continued)