Luckily, though, there's a dwarf in the team.

The dwarf mage was familiar with the terrain around the mountains, and knew how to avoid dangerous places, and where it would be easier to find shelter from the sight of the sky.

Moreover, the other party is still a spellcaster.

Although the Tower Kingdom was not without dwarfs in the past, and dwarves and goblins could occasionally be seen, most of the time, gnomes would not be combatants in the team, and there was not much chance to see them fight, let alone whether the gnomes would partner with humans.

It is also because this dwarf mage joins in, and occasionally encounters some monsters, you can see this dwarf mage make a move.

No matter how many times you look at it, the gem spell still amazes the humans in this caravan.

The people in the caravan, they also gradually learned the difference between gem spells and regular spells.

Conventional spells use life force to weave spell structures, simulate the body structure of various creatures, and then fill them with life force and various elements.

Gem spells do not require any life force as a spell skeleton type, and can directly release elementals, and even directly smashing gems can also release elemental impact.

It is..... The price of such a spell makes everyone in the team feel distressed when they hear it.

The tower is not like the mountains, there are rich gem deposits, all kinds of things that you don't bring with you, are quite expensive, and there may be a lot of gem deposits in the Elemental Empire, and occasionally there are caravans that bring back some gems from the Elemental Empire and the like, but the things brought back are all large sculptures.

It's not that the Tower Kingdom is without spellcasters who can carve gems, but watching the gnome mage named Madenor simply cut and knock the gems neatly, the people of the caravan are a little afraid to approach, for fear that the gems will explode and the elements stored inside will explode.

Even if the caravan members who had grown accustomed to the dwarf mage were like this, let alone those who were planning to go to the Elven Kingdom with their partners.

For the caravan members, whether these people plan to stay in the elven kingdom in the future or find other caravans to play together in the future, they can't control it, they can't do spells, and they can't do any work in the elven kingdom.

Drawing a bow and archery is not comparable to the elves, and the current guard is not as good as those hunting beasts that can empathize with the elves.

How many people who delusionally thought that they could become a "elegant" Elven Kingdom national, and become a high-level "Elven Man", found that they were not even as good as dogs, and ran back to the Tower Kingdom in disgrace, this caravan that has been trading for seven or eight years has been seen more than once.

The words of a dwarf, it's hard to say.

However, the two bards who were in the party didn't look like they were very elve-worshipping, but ......

None of them noticed, and the young man from the two bards ran to the dwarf mage.

......

In the pack beast carriage, Maderno raised his head slightly, looked at the young man sitting in front of him, and stopped perceiving the elemental trajectory and carving inside the gem:

"Boy, what do you want to do? Nor can the crumbs of precious stones divide thee."

On more than one occasion, he'd come across a human creature coming up and stealing the gem chips, both openly and covertly.

The better ones will ask, and many of them will be taken directly.

The human guy is really greedy, and he obviously doesn't have the ability to sense the trajectory of the elements, but he wants everything.

He kept these crumbs for himself, and he was able to spell out an elemental spell, and when it came to the human guys, they would either collect and sell it or they would collect it and sell it.

However, to his surprise, the human guy didn't ask him for or stealthily take the gem fragments, and even after he said that, he deliberately moved to the other side to get away from the pile of gem fragments.

Immediately, he heard an inquiry—

"Master Madenor, can you tell me about the mountains?"

Hearing this, Maderno paused, and just lowered his eyes to look at the gem

Lifting it up again, he looked at the human boy carefully:

"Boy, you can't do more to the remnants of the mountains...... Mercy?"

Madenor thought for a moment, organizing the language, in the mountain language, there is no word for mercy, the closest is the only one that should correspond to the word "waste" in the High Tower language.

These days, the human guys in the Tower Kingdom try to avoid talking about the mountains.

Although the dwarfs are different from the dwarves, they don't like to hold together, and although he was difficult to accept at first about the fall of the mountain kingdom, he didn't care about the fall of the mountain kingdom as much as the dwarves.

Of course, he is not like some gnomes, but he will be happy because of the fall of the mountain kingdom, because he can experience a new life.

But when the human fellows didn't come to pester him about the mountains and tyrants, he was happy to cut the hassle.

And those human guys saw that he didn't mean to talk about it at all, and obviously tried to avoid this topic.

As for whether he was worried about his upset or afraid that he would be beaten by the dwarves, he didn't care.

Who would have thought that now there is one popping up here.

Hearing this, this human boy didn't mean to stop, but smiled:

"Master Maderno, you don't really care, do you?"

As he spoke, the other party also took out a slightly worn notebook with the edge of the scroll.

Hearing this, Madenor completely stopped his movements, put down the gem in his hand, and looked at the notebook in the young man's hand that was inconsistent with the specifications and thickness of the mountains, and looked at the words that were inconsistent with the mountain language, and said with interest:

"What do you want to ask me?"

"You can call me Ender, I want to ask, have you been involved in the war against the tyrant?"

"Young man, you really came up and asked a big question."

The smile on Madeno's face became thicker, and looking at the bold teenager, he thought for a moment:

"No, gnomes don't go into battle directly, and the best they can do is carve and maintain gem bombs in the back."

At the sound of the pen falling on the paper, the boy continued to ask:

"Have you ever seen a tyrant?"

"Of course I have seen it, a few hundred meters away, and I can't see it until I'm blind."

"How many hundred meters really?" The boy's voice was a little confused.

"Of course, could I be wrong?"

Of course, Madeno knew what the other party was wondering about, an adult dragon, with a body length of only twenty or thirty meters, a few hundred meters, even if it was a sea snake that was one of the legendary sea king beasts of the Deep Sea Empire, that is, hundreds of meters long, but those guys who lived underwater in the Deep Sea Empire, who could see it.

"It does look a bit like an elemental creature, I don't know if it's dragon magic, but I can see it clearly, two pairs of wings, the front pair is very large, with a tail like a knife, a red color like blood, and dense, rune-like lines, just like the feathers on dwarven weapons."

Maderno describes what he saw:

"Maybe you'll see it later."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the mountains:

"In Tyrant's Wings, there are a large group of winged guys who look like tyrants, and the biggest one is more like."

However, just as Madeno had said this, he heard the voice of the young fellow:

"Are you talking about the Winged Son?"

"Or, 'The King'?"

Hearing this, Maderno was stunned:

"The King's Champion?"

At this time, the boy flipped his notebook over and handed it to him:

"It's the meaning of 'a dragon that only surrounds the king of dragons', it's too long, and I've simplified it to this title."

Madenor took the young guy's notebook, and his hands, which were thinner than the boy's, held the open notebook, and looked at it to himself

Full Tata writing.

"That's it—"

As the boy's fingers landed, he found the corresponding words in the pile of words stacked with various boxes or horizontal lines, like a string of pillars.