Five days have passed, and the "hunt" has been going according to plan. The hunters have left some traces of indifference, and the prey is also very clever, clever enough to spot these clues. By now, the prey must have known that a human expedition of more than a hundred people had arrived.

The dwarves have noticeably more sentinels these days, and the activities of the spies are becoming more frequent. It can be seen that the dwarves have a good leader, not as impulsive as the average dwarf. From the confessions of the captured dwarves, it can be inferred that the dwarven king likes to use his brain, and the hunters are afraid that he will not use his brain.

As soon as the dwarf thought, the hunter laughed.

The night of the fifth day was still peaceful, and the hunters hastily buried the corpses of the two dwarves who had been tortured to death in the forest. In the afternoon, the two bodies were found by the dwarves and brought back.

In the middle of the night, while Rogge was reading a magic book in his tent, he suddenly felt a man deftly burrow into his tent. Rogge remained silent, still reading bitterly, until a pair of small soft hands blindfolded him like lightning.

Rogge pretended to be taken aback, when a sweet voice sounded in his ear: "Guess who I am?"

Rogge suddenly touched it with his backhand, grabbed it fiercely on the chest of the person behind him, and said with a smile: "Aini, every time you have to send it to the door to suffer, aren't you afraid that I will eat you?"

Ani ate and laughed, and lay on Rogge's back, not caring about being taken advantage of by him.

"Eat me, I'm afraid you don't have such a big appetite, and I'm holding you up!"

"Didn't you eat you to the bone the first few times?" Rogge's hand moved hard.

Ani groaned twice, stabbed Rog the back of the neck with her fingernails, and said, "Dead fatty, don't be in such a hurry." People are here this time for business, and the princess will let you go over for a while. ”

Rogge's heart jumped a few times, but his face made a look of joy. Ani twisted Rogge again and said, "Dead fatty, are you beating the princess again? Don't think about it before it's too late! You're not afraid of being refined into a demonic beast by the princess?"

Floya's tent wasn't huge, but like the mysterious carriage, the space inside was incredible. As far as Rogge could see, there were three guest bedrooms, a hall, a kitchen, and Floya's small magic lab. The dozens of various strange beasts she has caught in the past few days have also been brought here, and I don't know where they are hidden.

Since that day, the two maids of Fat Man and Floya have had a very dewy marriage. What the fat man, who has always been lustful, thinks in his heart, no one knows. But there were gains and losses, and after that night, Floya lost interest in Rogge and never lifted a finger from him. As for letting Rog move Floya, he didn't have the guts yet.

Rog waited in the living room for a long time before Floya came out of the room, and Rog's mind went blank.

Floya had apparently just finished bathing, and the tips of her hair were still dripping with water. A small face looks more and more beautiful and vulgar. She casually wore a silk nightdress, wrapped in a shawl, and sat down casually on the couch opposite Rogge with her bare feet. The water on her body had not yet been wiped dry, and many graceful curves were revealed.

Rog stared straight at Floya's snow-like feet, and remembered the cold, slippery feeling of those little feet on his face that night. At that time, the fat man only had anger in his heart, but today he was able to observe it carefully, and he felt Floya's thrilling beauty even more.

Floya's beauty was perfect, and every part of her body was so flawless in Rogge's memory.

"Rogge?"

Floya screamed several times before she brought Rog's soul back.

Floya lightly touched her cheek with her finger and asked lightly, "I heard that your mage pet is a very harmful skeleton, can you summon it for me to see?"

Rogge was immediately startled. If Fengyue meets with Floya, it is very likely that she will have to fight the spot. Now Fengyue already has the consciousness of reading, and he can't say that he can command her.

"What are you waiting for, afraid that I'll rob you of your pet?" Froya began to urge.

"Your Highness, it seems inappropriate to summon skeletons in your room!"

"It's not good for you!" Floya picked up a mat and smashed it at Rogge, "If you summon you, you will summon, and you will summon you, do you want to spend a while in the Otherworldly Prison? Or do you want to try the taste of lightning?"

Unable to be forced, Rogge had to slowly chant the spell of the summoning. In fact, the fat man now summons Fengyue, and he only needs to move the thought in his heart, and he doesn't need any spells at all. He pretended to chant a mantra, but he just wanted to delay time.

With a short summoning spell, Rogge was sweating profusely. In front of Floya, the great magician, he didn't dare to play any tricks on spells.

Finally, after the incantation was recited, a magic circle appeared in the center of the hall, and a faint skeleton began to take shape.

Rogge was dumbfounded.

This skeleton is tall and muscular, clad in simple iron armor, holding a shining steel knife in his right hand and a fine iron shield in his left hand, and is clearly a superb skeleton warrior.

The problem is that it's not Fengyue who came, but just one of Fengyue's subordinates.

Although there were a few battles, Fengyue also retracted his wings, put away the conspicuous scythe, and used a rusty knife to pass off as an ordinary skeleton. But Rogge can assert that this time he is definitely a real skeleton soldier!

"Rogge, how is your pet not the same as what others describe me?" Floya was also a little puzzled.

"Your Highness, the villain's pet is a little different, and the villain doesn't know what's going on. Others were surprised when they saw it, and it was inevitable that there were some untruths in it. ”

"That's just as well. Floya pondered for a moment, looking closely at the skeleton, but it was just an ordinary skeleton soldier. She was slightly disappointed.

Floya thought for a moment and took out a small box with eight bottles of crimson magic potions neatly placed inside.

"These are magic potions for the 'Fire Shield', I just made some. The dwarven tribe is much stronger than expected, and your current magic level can't cast the magic of the 'flame shield', so I'll protect you." ”

Rogge finally got through it.

After coming out of Floya, the fat man had new worries. In case in the future, when his surname is in danger, Fengyue will only send one of his men to make up the number, what should I do?

While the fat man was full of thoughts, the dwarf king was thundering at the corpses of the two people.

"Send out the best spies!Make sure you find those damn humans for me!' The 'hunt' plan is set in motion!" The Dwarven King's eyes had turned dark red.

Just two days ago, the Dwarven King and his wise men had made a plan overnight to fish out the damned Terrans. The name of the program is "Hunting".

"Be careful, my wise king, that you do not fall for the tricks of the Terrans. Recently, there have been more and more signs that the demon is about to be born, and his claws have slowly extended here!, you have to be careful!" said the old wizard with a heavy eye.

"My best spies have identified no more than two hundred Terrans, who seem to be from a mercenary group called Yemo in the Terran country across the forest. Not to mention 200 humans, even 2,000 of them, my 'Flame Hammer' can turn them to ashes. Now, the corpses of my people are lying here, and you still want to persuade me to retreat here, or even hide from them?!

In the face of the thunderous dwarf king, the old wizard has always persuaded him to retreat.

"In any case, I must avenge this revenge, come on, send the great wizard back to rest!" two dwarven guards walked up and carried the old wizard out of the hall without saying a word.

The old wizard Tianyan was tired, he didn't go back to rest, and went straight to the holy place of the dwarven dungeon: the Blue Fire Altar.

The altar is ten meters high, and a ball of blue fire more than three meters high gushes out from the center of the altar, which is not extinguished all year round. The altar was covered with magic symbols the size of a foot, each emitting a faint blue light.

"My lord, O Chris Drake, who is in charge of the war, I, Eye of Heaven, your most humble servant, look forward to your oracle! Save your most devout believers, and show your followers the way forward!"

The old wizard lay under the altar and prayed.

When he had finished praying, he began to chant incantations again. It took half an hour for the lengthy incantation to be chanted. The old wizard walked up to the blue fire and slashed his chest with a golden dagger. The knife was so deep that a stream of blood was far away, splashing on the blue fire. The blue flames suddenly soared into the air, reflecting the large room in blue, and one after another magical symbols of the meaning of the flames floated out of the blue flames and slowly dissipated in the air.

"O God, instruct your servant!" the old wizard said hoarsely.

The blue fire rose a little higher again, and slowly dimmed. In the desperate eyes of the old wizard, the flames slowly decreased, only a little more than a foot remained, and finally turned into black flames.

The golden dagger in the old wizard's hand fell to the ground, and the remaining blood on the dagger splattered and was shocking.

"God!" said the old wizard's hoarse voice, "why do you want to abandon your people?

The old wizard fell to the ground and wept bitterly.

More than thirty heavily armed dwarven warriors searched the Silent Forest, a well-armed group of twenty mid-level tomahawk warriors and more than a dozen axe-throwers, and even a dwarven wizard. The dwarven warriors at the head were already a few years old, their armor was noticeably better than the others, and they were inlaid with magic silver with a magical symbol that represented the strengthening of the armor. However, humans generally do not tell how old a dwarf is, as all adult dwarves have a large beard.

The group of dwarves searched for clues on the ground, and soon found several human adventurers, who were around the campfire, talking loudly about how much the dwarves they had caught could be sold for. The appearance of the dwarves in a large group surprised the adventurers, and they did not even have time to pick up the weapons on the ground, so they fled into the forest.

The dwarven warriors had to admire how fast these humans could escape in the primeval forest. Due to the natural length of the legs, the dwarves could not catch up with them on short sprints. However, the endurance of the dwarves is far from being comparable to that of the Terrans.

chased and fled, and chased three or five kilometers in a blink of an eye. The dwarven trackers came to a clearing in the forest. The adventurers were smiling at them.

With a shout, more than a hundred adventurers in ambush rushed out of the forest, including a magician! Everyone knows that dwarves are not very talented in magic, and it is difficult for dwarven wizards to compete with Terran mages of the same level. Therefore, most of the dwarven wizards are committed to the spells of the auxiliary surname, in order to give full play to the natural combat power of the dwarven warriors.

"Aha! Dwarves are dwarves, their brains are as small as their stature!Thirty sturdy dwarves, it seems that we have gained a lot this time, if we catch you, I can collect the team, and I won't have to suffer in this damn place again in the second half of the year!" said a middle-aged swordsman with a sinister face (in the eyes of the dwarves, all humans are sinister) among the adventurers.

The dwarven leader gave the order, and the dwarven trackers formed a circle, with the warriors outside and the axe-throwers in the middle. He shouted angrily, "Despicable humans, sinister mercenaries of the Night, the descendants of the great god of war are only killed in battle, and there is no one willing to be slaves." Try it, and I'll make you double the corpse as the price of your stupid decision!"

"Really, the stubbornness of the dwarves is directly proportional to the stupidity. Recognizing us is the most foolish of all of you!I can't bear to kill you—every dwarf is a fortune!, but I don't mind the small loss of my possessions. For example, roast alive and feed you to Warcraft. Brothers, get ready to do it!"

"Cast!" the dwarven leader suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar.

The Terran adventurers were stunned by the sudden loud noise. Before the middle-aged swordsman could come to his senses, the light flashed in front of him, and more than a dozen throwing axes flew towards him. His life was at stake, he shouted violently, and his fighting spirit exploded instantly, forming a small whirlwind talisman, and then the long sword lightning attacked, picking a throwing axe in front of him, when the sword and axe intersected, the fighting energy in the long sword exploded the sword body to pieces, and the shock wave immediately took away the other three throwing axes.

Although the middle-aged swordsman's martial arts skills were amazing, he was caught off guard and was still slashed by two throwing axes on his left shoulder and right leg, and his injuries were not light. Before he could come to his senses, a second wave of axes flew again. At this time, he was already defenseless, and he could no longer take care of his son in danger, so he fell on the spot, rolling and hiding to the side.

No one expected that the dwarf, who had always been upright and upright, would suddenly make a move. The two waves of axes not only injured the middle-aged swordsman, but also cut down seven or eight adventurers behind him. At this time, the adventurers came to their senses and stepped forward to besiege and kill, and the forest suddenly fell into a scuffle.

The mountain dwarves are really brave, the warriors on the periphery will not retreat even if they have multiple swords in their bodies, and the axe-throwers in the inner circle move in unison, each time a dozen axes are thrown in the same direction, and there will always be a few adventurers who are cut down. The Dwarven Wizard blessed the dwarves with Blessing and blessed the Dwarven Leader with 'Might'.

The battle is stalemate, and every dwarf falls, and there will always be two adventurers buried with him.

In a hidden camp in the forest, Jing Ge, Rogge, and Benjamin were looking intently at a basin of clear water on the ground. The battle situation is clearly shown in the water.

"I didn't expect Paulus to be so embarrassed!" Franco gloated.

Rogge frowned and said, "The mountain dwarves are even stronger than originally expected! Even the Golden Lion Knight was killed in battle. We've lost a lot of people!"

Benjamin said unhurriedly: "It doesn't matter, as long as everything goes according to plan, the losses are worth it." ”

The commander on the battlefield, the middle-aged swordsman, that is, Paulus, finally made up his mind and drank: "Kill them all!

As soon as he finished speaking, a fireball landed in the center of the dwarven battle circle, and four or five axe-throwers were covered in flames and slowly fell. A short time later, a second fireball flew over, and four more dwarves fell forever. The rest of the dwarves were affected, and they were all wounded somewhat. Enraged, the dwarven leader roared and slashed down a human adventurer with an axe.

The battle situation, which was originally stalemate, began to become one-sided due to the advantages of the Terran magicians.

Suddenly, there was a stirring on the periphery of the adventurer's encirclement, and someone shouted, "Oh no!

Paulus exclaimed, "How many?"

"At least two hundred!"

Paulus immediately made a decision, shouting, "Retreat immediately!

A wall of fire burned in the forest, temporarily blocking the dwarven pursuers.

The Dwarven King, the Flame Hammer, stood in front of the wall of fire and smiled contemptuously. He was dressed in dark golden armor, and dark red flames couldn't help but emerge from the armor. The covered helmet showed only two eyes, and the helmet was inlaid with a god of war in a flaming chariot, the wings of which protruded far behind the sides. The helmet is exquisitely crafted, and even the feathers on the chariot's wings are exquisitely crafted. The Dwarven King rides a huge lizard. The lizard is four meters long from head to tail, dark purple in color, and has fiery red eyes. When the tongue stretched and retracted, there was a faint smell of sulfur.

The Dwarven King wields a large, quaint warhammer that glows a faint red. The warhammer is engraved with dense magical symbols.

"You still want to play with fire in front of me?" the dwarf king shouted, and the war hammer in his hand was raised, and the hammer was red and bright. The wall of fire immediately dimmed and was quickly extinguished.

"Chase!" the Dwarven King led his men in pursuit.

"Is this the Dwarven King? I don't think Paulus is his opponent!" Kate's voice was calm, but there was a hint of nervousness and joy in her heart, for the joy of being able to fight against the strong.

"The twenty dwarven centennial warriors beside the dwarven king can't be ignored. Well, the Dwarf King seems to have preliminarily mastered the power of flames, and he should have cultivated into a Dark Fire Warrior, which is a very high level of Dwarf Warriors. This battle is not easy to fight. Jing Ge said with a frown.

Rogge's opinion was different: "The dwarf king's armor and helmet can be sold for 50,000 gold coins, at least! Well, of course, the 'Raging Flame Hammer' seems to have a lot of fire damage attached, and some of the ability to set the flame is not much different from an artifact." Mmmmmm, I think 100,000 gold coins are the lowest price. The deal was well worth it!"

Benjamin agreed, "You see, many of the Dwarven King's men wear magical armor. Most of this equipment is estimated to have been created by the dwarves themselves. It seems that there must be a vein of magic silver underneath this land! No matter what, you must take down the dwarven hills! No matter how much you lose! Jing Ge, Rogge, if one of your men dies, the Clark Chamber of Commerce will compensate you an additional 100 gold coins! As for the rights and interests of the veins, the Chamber of Commerce will give you 20%. ”

Floya looked at the men with interest and asked, "Is it so important to make money, is it worth the risk?"

Rogge was engrossed in studying the equipment on the dwarf king, and for a moment he accidentally said what was in his heart: "How can you rich woman know how hard we make money, it's really fucking...... Ahh

There was silence all around.

Floya has been a princess since she was a child, and later followed the archmage Hierro, a master of potions herself. There was more than one artifact in her hand alone, and money really never meant anything to her.

The little goblin's face showed the most innocent and beautiful smile, and she smiled lightly: "Rich woman? I like this title! Rich woman, well, am I old? Am I already a mother?" she said, and she reached out to catch Rogge.

Her slender jade fingers were no less than the ugly claws of a demon in Rogge's eyes. But where did he dare to hide? In addition to laughing, he still laughed.

Floya's fingers ran lightly across Rog's face, her pale green nails scented with nameless flowers. Rogge suddenly felt weak all over his body and fell to the ground with a bang. The feeling of powerlessness was gone in a blink of an eye, and Rogge jumped up again, only before he had time to scream.

Floya looked at Rogge with a smirk. Rogge sweated profusely, laughed, laughed.

The rest of the people in the tent lifted up their eyes to heaven or talked about the weather.

The Dwarven King has been chasing and killing these adventurers for nearly fifty kilometers, raiding their lair in one fell swoop. Paulus personally led twenty men to fight the dwarven king. The 'Flame Divine Hammer' had to admit that the human beings in front of him were really strong, and under the double blow of his Divine Hammer Flame, he was able to support him for many times with his sword skills and fighting spirit. It wasn't until most of the adventurers managed to escape that Paulus slowly retreated into the depths of the forest.

"I'll come back for revenge!" Paulus said viciously before leaving.

The Dwarven King was unimpressed, in his plan, the hunt had just begun, and he was only afraid that Paulus would not come. This time, he only brought one hundred and fifty dwarven warriors, just to make the other party think that he was only this little bit of strength. When these damn Yamo mercenaries return, there will be ten times the power of the dwarven warriors waiting for them!

Raiding the adventurer's camp made the dwarf king gain a lot. In addition to rescuing more than a dozen captured dwarves, he also got a large amount of food, equipment, supplies, and spirits. Among them were two small barrels of wine, which were worth a lot just by looking at their ancient appearance, the old seal seals, and the elaborate arrangement in the central tent. The aroma of the wine is emanating through the 100-year-old oak barrels. The smell of wine alone made the dwarves almost unable to suppress themselves.

The "Flame Hammer" shouted and cursed under the pressure of the bullets, which stopped the idea of his subordinates smashing open the barrel and drinking freely. The dwarven king himself held two small barrels of wine, and ordered his men to take away all the useful things in the adventurer's camp, and burned the fire that could not be taken away.

Although this time he failed to completely annihilate the invading Terrans, the dwarf king wanted to put a long line to catch big fish. What's more, the dwarves only died twenty in the end, but the human race paid more than forty lives, and the dwarves can be said to have won a great victory.

Now that the invaders have been taught a hard lesson, the celebration ceremony is essential for the optimistic dwarves with the surname of Heaven. The ten barrels of fine wine and the two small barrels of the best whiskey snatched from the Terran base were the things that the whole city was looking for. The Dwarven King has always had a reputation for not sparing in these matters, and although he was extremely reluctant this time, he would not ruin his reputation.

It's all because those two small barrels of the best whiskey are so fucking tempting, the dwarf king has never smelled such fragrant wine in his life! The technology of making spirits has always been exclusive to the human race, especially the best spirits have never been passed on to foreign people, it is said that more than a dozen kinds of excellent wines each have some unique spices in them, and the recipes and brewing methods of these spices are passed down in several major wine-making families, and no outsiders have ever known about them......

The dwarves of the whole city gathered in the square at this moment, and the dwarven king stood on the high platform with triumph. The dwarven maidens were already dancing around the fire.

As the Dwarven King announced that the spoils of war would be enjoyed by all the people of the city, the square was filled with joy!

"My king, those are the tears of the devil! You can't drink them, it's clearly recorded in the book of great prophecy!"

The Dwarf King said angrily, "Master Tianyan, I admire your mana. But are you fooling it? This is obviously the finest wine, where are the devil's tears? Are you saying that the wine is poisonous? Wouldn't you tell your wizard to check it out?"

But the dwarven wizard who was the most proficient in poison couldn't find any poison, not even the eye of heaven, and he couldn't sense any of the power of the curse. The old wizard couldn't, and suddenly fell to his knees, and kept asking the dwarven king to pour the wine.

The 'Flame Hammer' was stunned, for two hundred years, he had never seen such a gaffe from the respected Heavenly Eye.

"Well, go find a dog and see if there's any poison in this wine!"

"My king, don't waste this good wine, I'm willing to test the poison!" said a hundred-year-old warrior, who was clearly stronger than the others, and said in a loud voice.

The Centennial drank the wine, and he was visibly intoxicated by the taste he had never seen before. Seeing all the dwarves salivating. The Dwarven King ordered the celebration to continue.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

Five hours passed, and the Centennial Warrior was unharmed, and his fighting spirit was unaffected.

As the Dwarven King announced the start of sharing the two barrels, the dwarves on the high platform burst into joy.

The dwarf king held the golden cup and drank the wine in one gulp, holding his breath until his face was purple, and then he exhaled a mouthful of wine, and said, "his grandmother! Even if this is really a demon's tear, I will drink it all!"

The revelry in the square began.

In the shadows of the corner of the square, Tianyan stood lonely to the side. He looked sadly at the dwarves on the high platform who were in a frenzied excitement. He took another look at the carnival scene in the square, and finally made up his mind:

"Demons, I'm going to make you pay too!"

Tianyan summoned a young dwarven wizard and ordered, "Help me to the gate of the abyss!" The young wizard trembled, obviously showing a look of fear, but under the strict gaze of Tianyan, he still helped the old wizard to leave quietly.

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