In this world where big fists can survive, the fox clan with not big enough fists has always been the target of bullying, and has no territory and no force and can only be attached to other races.

At the same time, because of their brains, which are smarter than most orcs, they do clerical jobs that most orcs are unwilling to do, and it is usually their job to come up with ideas and calculate supplies, etc.

Big ears are such a fox clan, as a cheap person, he has no name, big ears are still because of his bigger ears and nicknames, until now, under the protection of the wind werewolf tribe, his small tribe has passed three or four generations.

When Buffema looked at Big Ear, how could the sophomore, who had always been shrewd, not know what Buffema meant, Buffima was concerned about the unknown strength of human beings at the moment, and at the same time, if he didn't retaliate, this patriarch would not be able to do well.

But Big Ears looked at the two princes in the field, no matter which one he offended, it didn't end well, and he took one of them and gave them a little face, and their small tribe had to tremble three times, and for a while Big Ears was so anxious that his head was full of sweat.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he saw a werewolf in the field who had no sense of existence.

As soon as he thought of it, Big Ear leaned over and whispered to Buffima's side.

Sure enough, the more he said Buffima's expression, the more satisfied he became, and even his hands that were clenched into fists began to swing leisurely.

After a while, the big ears retreated, and only Buffima was still listening to the quarrel between the two sides, and when it felt almost over, Buffema stopped it, and then Buffima's murderous wolf face unexpectedly revealed a trace of tenderness, as if he saw the big bad wolf of Little Red Riding Hood: "Virtuous nephew, are you still used to coming here?"

Frida, who was still in a daze below, felt uncomfortable for a while, when did Buffima, who was known for his ferocity, talk to others so pleasantly, did the sun come out in the west today? ”

This sentence made the werewolves present grin, they are all grasslands, is it not grass that grows on the grassland in your house, what difference can there be, and besides, the two families are not far away, who doesn't know what the situation is there.

"The virtuous nephew came to ask for marriage this time, and I agree with it, after all, the two families have been friends with each other for hundreds of years. As he spoke, he sighed as if he were wistful.

Suddenly, the werewolf who was still grinning just now was even more uncomfortable, what two families are good friends, I am afraid that it is almost the same after a hundred years of fighting, and the hatred is as deep as the sea. This time, I don't know what crazy the leader of the werewolf of the earth is going to send his favorite son to ask for marriage, and then there is an outlier in the wind werewolf tribe.

Listening to Buffima's words, Frida twitched his cheeks and scolded in his heart: "The old man is too shameless." At the same time, he was also deeply vigilant, after being cold by the werewolf for so many days, Frida had long been mentally prepared for failure, and now Buffema is talking so unreasonably, there must be a calculation in it.

"But if you want to be my son-in-law, it's not enough to have a reputation, I want to see what a virtuous nephew can do. Buffima continued with a smile.

"It's coming. Frida's heart sank.

"A new kingdom has appeared to the east of our tribe, and it is good for the virtuous nephew to go and find out the bottom of this country, and if the virtuous nephew behaves well, this and I will agree. Buffima wolf's face stiffly eliminated the feeling of a fox.

Can you say that it is not good? There is a calculation in the clan, just to appease the Wind Werewolf tribe and prevent the Wind Werewolf tribe from sending him to make peace at a critical moment, and now as long as there is a chance, he must work hard to achieve it. Frida's gloomy face forced out a smile, as if she was disfigured: "Yes, I will show you my strength." ”

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While making the residents of Flame City proud of their pride in believing that they had a more powerful magical vehicle, Mo Xuan unceremoniously announced one thing, that is, in a few months, the air route from Flame City to the royal capital of Tiebi City will be opened, and this incident has made a fierce advertisement for future airship operations.

"How many people did you bring this time?" said Christian, stabbing Damar beside him.

"I didn't bring much, just a hundred, anyway, now the gray dwarves in the ground are getting harder and harder to find, every time I see me, I have to die or live, and the life here doesn't have to be strong underground, I really don't understand. Damar first boasted about the number of people he brought, and then said with a sad face.

Christian nodded approvingly, then took out a bottle of wine from a small jar, carefully opened the mouth of the jar, and asked as if intoxicated, and then pretended to be inscrutable, and then said, "Who said it wasn't!

"What's wrong. Damar graciously snatched the pulpit and poured himself a full bowl of wine.

Christie looked at the jar that was missing one-third with pain, grabbed it, and didn't forget to pour two sips into the wine bowl, and a trace of blush appeared on her face: "They all said that there were two man-eating dragons in the ground, and several tribes had been eaten, so they ran when they saw the dragon now, and they hid tightly if they couldn't run away." ”

"Why don't you think they understand us!" Christian sighed: "We just exchanged them for some wine, and besides, they have a good life when they come here, why can't they understand!?

"That's it, it's hard to be a good person!" Damar nodded approvingly, then looked at the tightly guarded wine jar that Christian was guarding, and pulled out an identical jar from the air with some distress.

"Now it's getting harder and harder for the gray dwarves to turn, uh, no, it's getting harder and harder to help, and we're getting less and less drink, so it's not going to go on like this!" said Christian, rubbing his hair, his face full of distress.

"Who's to say it's not!" Darmar nodded in agreement, "So what should we do!"

"Why don't we go and get a few, uh, look at my mouth, let's go find a few dark elves who are willing to come to the ground? Anyway, those female elves are really ・・・・・・・ except for the dark, the others are simply beautiful, especially that kung fu, tsk, and they don't have to be responsible, they can't conceive our children with a little tricks, it's perfect. Christian drooled as he said, "The most important thing is that they are much easier to deal with than those horrible she-dragons." ”

"Really?" asked Damar, skeptically. In the end, the underground is a dark place, and Damar, as a red dragon, still doesn't like to stay there for a long time, and he still doesn't know some things clearly about Christian.

"Which of us is with whom, am I going to lie to you?" assured Christian.

Damar's face was full of lust when he heard this: "You say, if we give those dark elves to the lord, will the lord give us more wine!!"

When Christian heard this, he immediately felt that there was a door, and he was ready to discuss it with Damar.

"Ahem. There was a loud cough from the next box.

Then a tremendous burst of divine power pressed down on the two hapless dragons.