If elves are clouds in the sky that follow the wind, then dwarves are the hard, heavy stones of the earth. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although both races had learned the craft of casting from the god of forges, they had gone in two completely different directions, which were closely related to their incompatible personalities: elves liked to use bows, daggers, and short swords, and their weapons and shields were beautiful and lightweight, while lovers favored axes, hammers, and heavy swords, and they sought powerful and powerful weapons, which were durable and simple. The dwarves have a bad temper, but the friendship between Thran and the dwarves only began because of a battle against the goblins, which shows that the dwarves are not so unapproachable. Legend has it that an expedition that includes both dwarves and elves went to the West together, and of course there is also a love story between an elf girl and a dwarven youth, but the ending is embarrassing.

Thran has been living with the dwarves in the cast-iron fort since he left Grasus, keeping watch with Gili's patrols and drinking spirits with the dwarves at night. At one point, he also wanted to return to Sanssouci to see his long-lost companions, but his dwarven friends advised him not to act rashly, and since the Dark Legion attacked Grasy, the area around the cast-iron fort has not been peaceful, and in addition to the minions of the Dark Legion, Tris Oaks spies have also been discovered.

"The most sinister being among the human beings is Serena, the vicious woman of Tris Oaks," Gilly took a large sip of wine, which drenched his clothes and beard, and slammed his glass on the table. I was born in the Blue Mountains, after the Black Dragon Fanatia took possession of Tyria, and I saw first-hand how the Trisoaks tricked us into helping the Blue Mountain Dwarves reclaim Tyria, and as a result, you know, they did take back Tyria, but they drove the dwarves out of their homeland that they missed day and night!"

"My friend, this is a despicable act. Therland also took a sip of wine, his movements graceful and gentle, "No wonder Noitola's identity can't be revealed, but how can you believe that the four of us are not spies?"

"Your bravery moves the dwarves, but the dwarves are not fools either, and Gilly has been secretly watching you, please forgive my friend, it turns out that you are not spies, but friends who make Gilly and the dwarves respect. ”

"I don't know what happened to Noitora and Sister Rosa, and Lady Charlotte. ”

"It seems to me that Noitora was born in the wrong place, and he is more suited to the cast-iron castle than to Trisoch, a king with a merciful face and a wicked heart. Rosa and Charlotte, I could see that they were each carrying heavy memories, and I believed that the elves' keen senses could also tell. ”

"You're right, it's just that none of our fates can be changed, let alone the fates of others?" Theran said pessimistically.

"I don't mean you," the dwarf shoved a piece of meat directly into his mouth, "I can't get used to you elves being this, what fate, what fate, it's all nonsense, what is there to be sad about these ethereal things, as long as the wine and singing are there, the dwarves can be happy all day." ”

"Should I also learn the dwarven drinking style, drink it to my beard, and wash my clothes by the way? Therland visibly laughed at the dwarves' drinking style, but of course it was just a tease of old friends, and often after the tease, the dwarves would compete with the elves, from horseback riding to mountain climbing.

"You abominable elf, I can blow your little body down with one breath. ”

"Are you going to give me a try?"

"First compare drinking, then compare wrist strength. ”

"Accompany you to the end. ”

King Logan Polidi's team is approaching the location of the Cold City on the northern front, and this time he and Salend, King of Dorangut, accompany Holguin's last son, Luan, to meet the leader of the Seven Kingdoms, of course, this is only the surface, their plan is slowly unfolding, and the undercurrent under the ice is surging. There were strange voices in the carriage behind him from time to time, inside was Salander and a girl he "picked up" on the road, Salander didn't like politics, indulged in drinking and beauty all day long, the treasury was empty, and he owed himself 500,000 winter coins, if it weren't for Logan's alone, how could he be willing to cooperate with such a guy, but Salander this guy can't live long, his court has been controlled by Polidi, but he can't control Salander's army yet, so he has to endure this guy and cooperate with him. Kelsuber was more incompetent and timid than Salander, but for Polidi, it was the best thing.

Salander stuck his head out of the carriage, "Polidi, my brother, it's so cold outside, it's better to come in, it's warm and jolly." ”

"Thanks, you might as well enjoy it yourself. ”

A woman's bare arms wrapped around Salander's head, her head appeared on Salander's shoulder, and her voice exuded a seductive smell, "Your Majesty, come in quickly, the cold wind is blowing in." ”

"Polidi, you really don't know how to enjoy it. Salander didn't see it, and the woman winked at Polidi before she withdrew her head.

"Enjoy?" Polidi sneered to himself, "Your enjoyment is only a woman, and my enjoyment will be the whole north!"

"If you want to take advantage of others, you have to do what you like. This was Polidi's tried-and-true secret, and he looked to the front of the group, where the little prince Luan was having a good conversation with the warlock Volcan, dressed as a priest, "Volcan's knowledge has clearly gained him a fan, a pawn that may be useful in the future." ”

"Mr. Reverend, you know as much about herbs as an experienced druid. The prince's eyes were as clear as the blue sky, and Walken saw the undisguised reverence in his eyes.

"There's more to what I've learned. ”

"What else?" Prince Luan's curiosity was piqued.

"Do you know the Tower of the Swallows? "Volken knew that to say this word to the Prince of Frozen City was to risk his life, but for his purposes, the risk was worth it.

"Sir, the word is seen as evil when it comes out of the face. ”

"And what do you call it?"

"The Devil's Tower. ”

Volken chuckled, "Your Highness the Prince, things that people don't want to face often have their own sins in them. ”

"You mean there's something going on here?" said the prince's eyes widened.

"Do you want to hear it?"

"Of course, sir. ”

"Telling the truth is disastrous. Volcan tested him.

"Sir, I, Lu An, swear that I will keep you safe!"

After receiving the promise, Volken opened his mouth to speak, and Luan was completely shocked.