"Bogur Iron Wall. ”

The dwarf stretched out his right hand.

When the two hands were clasped together, through each other's eyes, Rod could feel the fire of revenge full of anger.

"Tell me, why are you hunting these swamp monsters? Very few humans will attack these creatures, they are worthless, and besides, you will die, will you?"

Bogur sat down, untied the flask from his waist, and began to grunt. After every battle, booze is a must. This allows them to forget the smell of fear and killing, and when the second battle comes, everything will feel like a new ......

"Well, we will die, but the people will feel safe. If there were no dark creatures in this forest. ”

Rod replied.

"The people, your people?"

Bogur asked, handing over his flask.

"Hmm. My subjects. The North isn't safe, so I'm going to make it safe. ”

Rhodes said, taking a sip of the dwarf's spirits. I have to say that the dwarves are all brewmasters, with three pots on top. The liquor was originally higher than the concentration of ordinary liquor, and the dwarven liquor was several times stronger than the spirits made by humans, and Rod suspected that the alcohol concentration in it had exceeded 100 percent, and after one sip, the entire esophagus was hot, and this feeling penetrated all the way to the stomach, and at this time, if he encountered Mars, Rod felt that he could breathe fire......

"You want to make the North safe? Push forward a hundred years, and it may still be possible. But now, by no means. I've been wandering in this forest for months, and the number of dark creatures has increased significantly. This is a harbinger of the rise of Chaos. Someday, we are all going to die. It's just a matter of time. ”

Bogur stuck his tomahawk into the dirt and continued—

"It is the honor of a soldier to be able to die on the battlefield. You, as you can see, are also a strong and good fighter. ”

"Each other. Rod returned with a smile.

"What about the Norscans behind you? Can you tell me where they came from? Bogur has been wandering all his life, and I have seen humans in many places, Kislev, the Empire, Bretonnia, I have all known friends. But I've never seen anyone like you. ”

The butcher then asked. His expression is always exaggerated when he speaks, and he seems to have inexhaustible energy, of course, this is normal, dwarves are originally an optimistic and cheerful race, and the dwarf butcher is a symbol of fanaticism in this race. They have an inexhaustible energy and a spirit of eternal optimism. Otherwise, the pain of losing a loved one would have made life worse than death.

"What kind of person am I?"

Rod asked rhetorically. They observe each other, but they appreciate each other. If he could, Bogur would have liked to challenge the human lord in front of him, he was very special. Again, in the eyes of Rhodes, this dwarf is very special.

"A man of courage and a willingness to try. You hired the Norscans. ”

"No, not hiring. They volunteered to join my team. Fight for me as a freedman. ”

Rhodes is calm so.

"Hahaha...... No Norscan would fight for a Southerner for free. They are wild wolves, wild wolves that cannot be tamed. ”

As soon as the words fell, the Norscan warriors behind Rhodes clenched their fists. Fortunately, Rhodes stopped it in time.

"We are all beasts. You slaughter dark creatures, slaughter all creatures that have to do with trolls, what are you not a beast?"

Rhodes returned.

"Okay, well, I'll admit that the term beast suits us a lot. But if you don't want to say it, I'm not interested in gossiping about other people's families. ”

Bogur said, taking another sip of the spirit. There was no sign on the flask, and Rhodes guessed it might be a low-quality drink bought casually from a stall. The butcher does not have too many requirements for life, and has only one purpose in life - to die a glorious battle. In life, you won't starve to death or die of thirst.

"They don't believe in the gods of chaos. ”

Rhodes said, reassuring the dwarves.

"I know, but I still don't like the Norscans. ”

"The decision of the ancestors does not represent the decision of everyone. ”

Rod stated again.

"Well, we don't need to be here for a long time to discuss this issue, are we? You, you're looking for the Swamp Demons, and I'm looking for them. That's the key. ”

The butcher wiped the wine from his lips with a look of satisfaction.

"Yes, I know that you have spent your life fighting for glory to the death. And we just want to keep the north safe. No dark creatures are allowed in my territory. ”

"Well, we're all in the same goal. The butcher said, "You were shrouded in the fog just now, so you didn't catch up with these monsters, it was the magic of the swamp wizards. ”

"You know them well?"

Rhodes asked.

"I've been hunting down these monsters for months. ”

The dwarven butcher said proudly.

"Then take us to these monsters. ”

"Yes, but I have one condition. ”

"Damn! Hunt the swamp monster and have to have conditions?!"

Finally, the Norscans standing beside Rhodes couldn't help it, in their eyes, this dwarf talked too much nonsense. It's crooked, and I didn't say a single thing. It's like you're awesome.

"Of course. Without me, you can't find them. ”

The butcher Bogur shrugged his shoulders with a look of indifference. It makes you want to beat him up. But Rod knew that this was the nature of a dwarf.

"We can't find them, do you want to take on a whole bunch of swamp monsters alone?"

Celta asked unhappily.

"Why not? As you saw just now, I took down six water monsters by myself, and I don't mind another dozen. The more they numerous, the better my chances of dying in battle. ”

The butcher's words left everyone speechless. But Rod knew he would, he would, he would. There is no point in living, killing and fighting are the only motivation for them to live.

"What conditions do you have?"

Rod asked impatiently.

"Just eat and live, and besides, it's better to have wine. ”

Bogur turned his head and replied with a smile.

Such conditions are simply cheap for Rod. With the combat power of this dwarven butcher in front of him, it is equivalent to the strength of ten Norsca marauders. But you don't need a salary, you just need to eat and live every day, which is simply the best cheap. So, Rhodes agreed to Bogul's request on the spot.

"Deal!"

Rhodes stood up and said solemnly.