It's a loss.

Such a large sum of money disappeared without being earned.

After feeling sorry for the gold he had lost for a moment, Leibchlin didn't bother anymore and immediately sent his convoy to the location of another tribe where he had made the last trade.

In the sea of snow-capped trees, the rutted marks of eight sleds that intersect and separate from time to time spread all the way.

......

The Kingdom of the Mountains, located in the most central and most heavily defended area, is home to three fortresses that hold the core of the King of the Mountains.

And near the southwest, in the direction of the elven kingdom, was a hideous fortress.

"It's a dragon! It's a dragon! It's the leyline dragons, and they're still coveting the mountains! ”

The tall dwarf with scars on his body, wearing a strange costume engraved with rune marks everywhere, holding a blunt instrument shaped like a scepter in his hand, looked at the dwarf who was still roaring under the pedestal, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Gordon, the King of the Mountains will not allow us to go out and fight in winter, I believe you, but even if I believe that what you say is true, it is impossible to crusade against the dragons hiding in the mountains this season."

Sitting on the strange throne made of some kind of beast remains and metal melting, the King of Genborough looked at Gordon with a disgruntled face:

"Gordon, the purpose of the Root Castle's existence is to keep the dwarves from getting lost in the wrath of the locks."

With a low and deep voice of vicissitudes, he raised the hammer staff in his hand and pointed to the top of the root fort -

At the top of the root fort, what looked like the supporting structure of the fortress was a long, slightly strange and uneven column.

It was the backbone, the backbone of a dragon. jújíá?y.?? m

Not only the transverse pillars at the top, but also the diagonal pillars that spread downward on both sides are the ribs of the dragon, the limb bones and wing bones of the dragon.

"Root Fort", in the Dwarven language, the word "root", is partly derived directly from "bone".

His gaze swept over Gordon, who looked up, and said in a deep voice:

"Enough unity is the reason why our dwarves lack magical abilities but are able to build fortresses in the mountains to ward off disaster after disaster."

"But, too, because of unity, if we do something wrong, the price we pay is the future of all dwarves."

"But ......"

Gordon was still a little unacceptable, he looked at the king of the fortress who was sitting on the throne, and wanted to say something.

The old dwarf sitting on the throne was the same as he had seen when he was a teenager, and at that time, he felt that the other party was tall, powerful, and invincible, and in the mouths of his parents and all the elders, this old dwarf was a wise elder who could turn the mountain peak into a giant hammer and easily and directly smash a fortress and stop the king of the mountains.

It was at that time that he was determined to become the next king of Genbourg.

And as time passed, even if the other party's eyebrows and beard were still neat and orderly, as if every hair was full of power, the rich vitality could make him feel heavy even if it was firmly locked in his body.

It's just that, I don't know if it's Gordon's delusion, the figure of the King of the Fortress seems to have become a little thinner.

Taking a deep breath, Gordon silently recited the creed of the Genborough dwarves—

"We are the rationality of the mountains, we are the wisdom of the mountains, we may be just the rope of the warhammer, we may also be the cold liquid ...... by the forge"

He temporarily suppressed the anger that rose from the death of his companions and brothers with whom he had been with him day and night, tugged at the rope of the rune device, and looked at the old man on the throne of the high platform with a solemn expression:

"I, what should I do?"

"Go and gather all the information you have about the dragons you have encountered, and forge weapons for slaying dragons according to their weaknesses."

"Get everything ready, and when winter is over, I'll preside over a trial of the mountains."

The king of the fortress, who was no longer young, leaned slightly:

"It is important to remember that we must not act impulsively without sufficient intelligence."

"The Will of the Mountains !!" Hearing "Slay the Dragon", Gordon's eyes immediately burst into the brilliance of vitality, clearly showing his expectation, and then, he immediately turned around and walked towards the outside of the fortress.

In the dark and deep root fort, only the legendary old and lonely shadow remained, embedded alone in the throne, as if it was one with the whole darkness and the whole fortress.

.......

To the south of the mountain kingdom, in the area of the sea of trees that completely crosses the desert line.

Lebkrin fell into a brief silence as he looked at the crumbling, slightly rough, massive tribal building.

Even the woodland trolls have been wiped out?

What kind of tribe is it? Tribal of Dryads?

Lebchlin glanced at the other gnomes and dwarves in his caravan, and he saw their confusion as well.

Although the woodland trolls are a bunch of idiots who often can't tell friend from foe, they have terrifying recovery abilities that surpass those of the elves to the west.

And..... Why is the body gone?

That's a tall guy with a pack of at least three dwarves.

It can easily pull out nearby trees and use its branches as weapons to smash enemies.

This group of guys, unless it's a pile of numbers, otherwise, there shouldn't be any race in the sea of trees that can fight against them.

In terms of strength alone, their brute strength can even rival some elite Wintercastle dwarves, and rival some large drakes.

Whether their meat is good or not, Leibchlin has not tried.

But, I've heard, only cubs can eat it, and a little bigger one doesn't taste good - they have a lot of weird cysts.

These guys are hardly afraid of pain, but because of this, they often continue to fight with the relevant parts when the injured part is not healed.

The accumulated blood and rotten flesh were sealed inside by the grown flesh before they were discharged from the body, and over time......

Leibklin couldn't think of any race that would target the flesh of a woodland troll.

If it's not for the meat, why would the corpse of a woodland troll disappear?

Could it be that instead of being killed, he was captured and tried to be tamed?

How is this possible, those brains are crushed by the flesh catalyzed by the vitality of victory, and the bigger and stupider things are, there is no possibility of taming.

Could it be some kind of creature that wasn't very familiar with woodland trolls? Or maybe it's some kind of starving creature?

Lebchlin could only think of two possibilities.

But even if you're hungry, can't you just eat it on the spot? Why tow the whole thing away, as a reserve grain?

An incomprehensible Lebkrin had his caravan search through the woodland trolls' area, and found little left.

Almost all of them were moved.

Could it be that it is human?

Leibchlin suddenly thought of a possibility.

The tall and ugly monsters from the east would not only kill most of the creatures they encountered, but also take away their fur, flesh and valuables.

Thinking about it, there is only one possibility.

It's a pity, when he encountered these woodland trolls before, he spent a while building a house for them in order to get them from the boxes of belongings left behind by the destruction of the caravan from which I don't know which passing caravan.

It's just that the woodland trolls weren't completely stupid, he only got two-thirds of the boxes, and a third didn't.

However, when he comes back with all sorts of woodland trolls that might like, who knows how it will turn out?

"Don't let me discover you, nasty and greedy humans!"

Lebchlin cursed at the ruins with some exasperation.

But at this moment, a dwarf suddenly shouted:

"Leiblin, come over here and have a look."

"This is...... Teeth, right? Or something else? ”

Lebchlin walked over with some confusion, and then, seeing something larger than his head several laps in size, vaguely resembling a claw, and a little like a dwarven pincer.

The thing was buried in the snow, and there were red blood stains next to it, which looked like marks from the battle, and it seemed to be part of some kind of creature.

What kind of creature can grow something like this?

The next moment, suddenly, there was a voice with a little doubt:

"Huh? This is...... Runes? ”

The Wintercastle dwarven guard, wearing a severed helmet, looked at the stripes on the orbular object with a little confusion.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.

.jujiazy.