The sun had set, the sky had darkened, and Hood's dwelling was now silent.

Bunian looked anxiously at a room lit by light as if it were day. Inside, the figures swayed, looking busy, but orderly with each other.

In this room lay the Hood Chief, a busy figure of a Terran physician that Bunian could find.

Bunian clasped his hands together and prayed to Heaven for his father to be safe.

"Young Patriarch, kill those Terrans!" said a balding, emaciated dwarf.

Bunian looked at the dwarf, the elder of the dwarven clan, whose name was Hogburn. Bunian had a bad impression of him, because he didn't have the slightest ability, and he only became an elder of the dwarven clan by making sycophants. Hood's life and death were uncertain, and Hogg himself was the elder who took the lead in making trouble, which made Bunian extremely angry. But now, Bunian couldn't vent this anger, so he could only swallow it secretly.

"Elder Hogburn, you're going too far, aren't you? I don't understand, why did you kill Razor and them?" Bunian frowned, his eyes getting colder.

Hogburn didn't seem to see Bunian's displeasure, and opened his mouth to say, "What do you say? Who could they be if they weren't murderers? It can't be us dwarves themselves?"

"How can it be our own people? Hood is our respected patriarch. ”

"Like, think about it, why did the patriarch get assassinated after they came? ”

"Damn, these despicable Terrans, the patriarch was still too merciful to tolerate them entering the city of Bilmai, and as a result, the patriarch was attacked by them instead. They should be slaughtered!"

The discussion about the Terrans gradually became intense, and at first they were only muttered quietly, and if they did not listen carefully, they could not hear what they were saying at all. However, when I got to the back, the sound started to get louder as well. The dwarven soldiers pointed the finger at the Terrans, and Aaron's party in the courtyard was their primary target.

One by one, the soldiers with Aaron clenched their swords, their faces nervous, and everyone's eyes widened as they looked at the dwarven warriors pointing at them.

"Scared?" Aaron asked.

"Scared. If these dwarves attack together, I'm afraid we won't be able to keep you safe. ”

Derek standing in front of Aaron was like a frightened bird, focusing his attention to the extreme, afraid of shooting dangerous weapons, such as daggers, such as arrows, from a shadowy place.

"Don't be too nervous, take it easy, don't weaken our presence. At most, it's just a word "death", and besides, we don't necessarily have to die, don't we still have Eddie?"

Derek grinned, and the smile he showed was more ugly than crying: "My lord, far water can't save near fire." ”

"What fire? What fire is there? Don't be afraid, Bunyan can handle these things. Aaron looked up, his face full of trust in Bunian, who he had taught by hand.

Listening to Aaron's words, Derek's heart relaxed slightly, but the tense nerves did not dare to relax for a moment.

The voices of the dwarven warriors grew louder, and a large amount of noise swirled over the courtyard.

"Shut up!" Bunian suddenly roared loudly, like a thunderclap in a clear sky, "what is the difference between you buzzing here and flies?"

The courtyard suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and after a long time, Hogben trembled and said, "Young Patriarch, how can you say that?"

"You can slander my benefactors wantonly, why can't I say that you are like flies? Say they are murderers? Yes, but you must show evidence, and no one can touch them until then!"

"But...... I...... Not convinced, how could they be so coincidental if they weren't murderers, why would the patriarch be attacked today?" Hogburn stammered.

"I think the real situation is the opposite, because they are leaving today, I will not choose to kill them today. Terrans don't like to use their brains like you. Bunian didn't back down.

"I ...... I ......" Hogburn opened his mouth, speechless.

"A group of people, who don't think about how to find the murderer, are here to scream, I hate such people the most. Buñian's eyes widened and his face grimaced.

The sound of slight discussion disappeared in an instant.

At this time, the crisp applause suddenly sounded, although the sound was not loud, but it was extremely loud in the silent courtyard.

For a moment, everyone's eyes, including Bunian, were aimed in the direction where the applause came. A dark-skinned dwarf with black hair entered through the gate, followed by a dwarf and a Terran. The dwarf was dressed like a waiter, and he walked timidly with his head bowed, his eyes fixed on the top of his feet, not daring to make any unnecessary movements.

The Terran was dressed as a warrior, with blond hair, a muscular body, and two daggers pinned to his waist.

"What do you mean, Picol, where have you been since the patriarch's fate is uncertain?" Bunian glared at the black-skinned dwarf.

"What am I doing? I agree with you, if something happens to the patriarch, his safety can only be entrusted to the doctor, and all we can do is find the murderer. And I'm just looking for the murderer. Picole pretended not to see Bunian's displeasure with him, with a shallow smile on his face.

"Then you're back now, meaning you've found it?" asked Bunian.

"Of course, if I hadn't found it, how could I have come back at this time?" said Picole.

"Who's the murderer? Don't be afraid, Picole, whoever he is, we won't let him go, and we must pay the debt with blood. Hogburn shouted.

"Hmm...... The murderer is unforgivable, child, don't worry, if you can't afford to mess with us?" Angus, who was sitting in his chair, opened his eyes, glanced at Picole, and made a slight sound.

With the support of the two elders, the others also became emboldened and shouted one after another.

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

"Revenge!"

"Be sure to kill the murderer!"

In an instant, the voice of the dwarven warrior resounded through the heavens and the earth, and Bunian's face turned red, and he looked at Picol angrily: "Since you have found the murderer, then tell me who the murderer is." (To be continued.) )