Spring and March, the country of the dwarves.

Chris led his horse through the shallow meadow, and the shadow of a man and a horse was stretched long by the sun that was already in the west.

It's like the melancholy that lingers in his heart.

After learning about the tarsal mayfly from Vincent a dozen days ago, his mood has been depressed.

Even if you regain your freedom, you can't feel half of the joy.

Or rather, anyone who gets caught in a tarsal mayfly will not be in a good mood.

In this regard, when receiving the reward from Denise Vidocq, both Vincent and Andre were very considerate and did not celebrate in a big way, but each gave Chris, who was in a hurry to come to the dwarf country, a parting hug and a reminder to take care.

Surprisingly, it was Lapsey.

When Chris took out the four rubies and entrusted them to him to hand them over to Joe, fulfilling the promise of the previous blood sacrifice ceremony, he actually waved his hand and generously claimed that he would pay for the payment, so that Chris could keep the rubies as the cost of his journey home.

And the reason is that he thinks Chris has brought him good luck.

Since Chris came to Sin City, he has followed his master Denise to place bets and has managed to double his net worth.

This reason makes Chris a little ridiculous.

But it's also disrespectful.

Because I know that I will have the opportunity to repay this friendship in the future.

After all, the best way to stimulate the growth of the divine vein is to constantly walk on the edge of death and life.

It just so happened that now he felt that there was no better place to wander between life and death than to be a free gladiator in Sin City. Before he could do that, though, he had to complete the experiment reserved by his mother, Avril, to obtain the fangs of the Gold Eater, the manticore's poison needle, and the Ice Bone Lizard's horns to unseal the long knife.

As the sun set, he walked into a tavern opened by a family family.

It is not only for rest after nightfall, but also to borrow wine to comfort the depressed mood.

Sometimes, wine is a good thing, it can numb people's nerves and make people forget something for a while; But more often than not, it's not a thing, and when people want to drink to kill their sorrows, the more they drink, the more sad they become.

"Damn it!"

After drinking many glasses in a row, he cursed in a low voice, raised his head and shouted, "Boss, bring the wine up!" ”

As he spoke, a gold coin was still on the table.

The gold coin hovered for a while before lying calmly, shining with a charming sheen.

The luster lit up the tavernkeeper's eyes, giving him a smile full of yellow teeth.

It also pierced into the eyes of the three people at the other wine table.

They looked at each other very tacitly, and the look of greed flashed on their faces.

Judging from their outfits, these three people are mercenaries who lick blood with knives, a group of people who can sell their beliefs for money.

They came to Chris's table and tapped lightly on the table, "Pretty lad, I'm sure you wouldn't mind treating us to a drink, would you?" Vulcan is on top, and one gold coin of ale is enough to take a bath several times! ”

They were so loud that they made the whole tavern laugh and made the small tavern noisy.

Their eyes were on the young man lying on the table, with a playful expression.

The people who drink in the human tavern of the dwarven kingdom are people who are on the go, and the boring journey makes them very interested in this kind of thing.

"Get out!"

Chris's voice was not loud, but it silenced the tavern.

Soon, there was a louder laugh, and some of the five big and three thick guys whistled.

In the undulating laughter, the mercenaries' faces changed blue and red for a while.

Boom!

They slammed on the table, causing the gold coin to bounce high, "Little cub with no hair, be polite when you go out!" Otherwise, you will lose the protection of the god of fire! ”

For this threat, Chris squinted and pouted, "Get out!" If you don't want to die! ”

Now the tavern was even more lively, with all kinds of heckling whistles rising and falling, and several tables of people took the opportunity to bet.

Bang~

The three mercenaries, who were embarrassed and angry, all drew their swords from their waists.

This made the owner of the tavern quickly ring a crisp bell, "Warriors, if there is any conflict, please go out and solve it, I believe you don't want the patrolling dwarven warriors to invite you, right?" ”

In the Dwarven Realm, if there is a conflict between outsiders, it needs to be resolved in the presence of the Dwarven Patrol Team.

If they do it in the tavern, the dwarven warriors will let them know what the wrath of the children of the earth is called, confiscating all belongings and expelling them naked.

If there are still dead people, then good, the dwarves will let them be the nourishment of the land.

This is the constraint of the dwarven kingdom on outsiders, and this is also the rule that everyone knows.

The three mercenaries are certainly no exception.

So they walked out of the tavern with their swords, and said, "Bitch bastards, come out if there's a seed!" Uncle will tell you how you rode your mother in the first place! ”

Chris shook his head high, got up and walked out.

The long hair, which had not been washed for more than ten days, was tangled, covering his eyes, but it couldn't hide his eyes full of murderous intent.

Because no one can insult his grandma!

"Fight alive, or fight to the death?"

The Dwarven Patrol was late and succinct, and they were used to dealing with this kind of thing.

"Die."

It was Chris who answered.

This caused the three mercenaries standing ten meters away to pull out their crossbow arrows, which glowed with a matte green glow.

The arrows are smeared with poison, which only mercenaries do.

"A gold coin."

The dwarves still succinctly said that it was the cost of clearing the grounds.

"Ding..."

A gold coin bounced high from Chris's hand and flew towards the dwarf with a whirlwind, and then he lunged out, his long knife screeching across the ground and a killing overture.

The three mercenaries have a lot of combat experience and cooperate very well, but in the eyes of Chris, who has experienced the blood sacrifice ceremony, they are no different from cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

In the midst of the commotion of the onlookers, they shot an arrow once, and the person standing in the front became two.

The second man's knife was slashed diagonally from his shoulder to his waist before he could raise it.

The third man was stunned, his thighs wet along the trouser legs, and he knelt on the ground begging for mercy, and then found himself flying inexplicably, but his body remained on the ground.

In the flash of light, the whole world was silent.

When Chris returned to the tavern and sat down, everyone consciously moved away from him.

No one wants to be close to a killing god, and even the ale served by the tavern owner doesn't dare to mix it with water.

It was a long time before the tavern was noisy again.

The mercenaries' wild laughter, the dancers' screams of pinching their chests or buttocks, and the tavernkeeper's loud greetings... None of this had anything to do with Chris, who was already lying on the dirty wine table.

There were many glasses of ale and a pile of silver coins on the wine table, which was the tavernkeeper's change, and he did not dare to deduct it.

Jingling...

The bell tied to the tavern door rang, and the cool breeze of late spring blew in, making many drunken people shiver for a while.

Coming in were five human warriors.

Their finely worked, shiny armor was wrapped in a lamb's wool gown, and their feet were slung with beautiful deerskin boots, which were equally valuable. Two men carried huge shields and long swords pinned to their waists; One man carried a longbow and a large bundle of arrows; The other two were carrying maces and straddles, respectively.

Obviously, this is a small team of adventurers who are both offensive and defensive.

Running around well-equipped and not dead means great strength.

The old-eyed mercenaries know that they are not easy to mess with.

The five men are faintly archers.

Clustered in the middle of the wine table, he has aqua blue hair, and if you look closely in the sun, you will find that it is mixed with a faint gold.

Their wine table was next to Chris, and there was a gap in the whole tavern.

"Boss, blanch a few pots of northern spirits, and some food."

It was a guy with a shield on his back, the eldest of the five, about forty years old. A gold coin flew from his hand towards the tavernkeeper, landing impartially on the bar in front of him.

The man straddling the twin swords had a pale face that was sought after by the nobles, and his faint eyebrows and beard made him look gloomy.

From the moment he entered the tavern, he squinted and looked at it vaguely, and when his eyes fell on the pile of silver coins on Chris's wine table, he couldn't help but stare slightly.

The tavern was full of people, but the place was vacated.

The fact that no one dared to touch the silver coin thrown on the table by a drunkard lying on his stomach was in itself unusual.

"Here, drink some to warm up."

The archer said to the gloomy man, his voice like a spring breeze, and a subtle expression of not to be troubled.

"The great god of water is above!"

A middle-aged man wrapped in a tattered sheepskin robe with a face full of vicissitudes came to their table with an old harp in his arms, bowed over and greeted, "Five powerful adventurers, are you from the East?" ”

"Who are you, stranger."

It was the shield bearer who answered him.

"As you can see, I am a down-and-out bard, Your Excellency."

The middle-aged man raised the harp in his hand, "If you can generously give Old Fick a glass of ale, the songs from your hometown will soothe your soul from far away." ”

"Give him a silver coin."

The archer spoke again.

"Thank you for your generosity, and may the splendor of the water god be with you."

Old Fick exaggerated a water god ritual to thank him, and then plucked the strings and tore his throat.

"On the eastern coast of that little island, there was a beautiful girl,

The great god of water blessed her, blessed her with smooth skin and flower-like beauty,

Yinyue will be ashamed when she sees her, and Blood Moon is reluctant to shine when she sees her,

O beautiful girl, she is the yearning of all warriors.

On the eastern coast of the water, there was a sad girl,

The great god of water played tricks on her, and gave her endless sorrow and long waiting,

The silver moon can't bring back the return date of your sweetheart, and the blood moon can't take away the thoughts of your sweetheart.

O affectionate girl, she is a poor child who has been let down.

On the beautiful eastern coast, there was a miserable girl,

The great god of water took pity on her and gave her soul rest,

The silver moon made her tomb bloom with flowers, and the blood moon made her tombstone crawl with nettles and lilies,

O lonely girl, she is the sigh of the people..."

No one expected that old Fick's voice was so good, and the sad song touched everyone's heartstrings with the hoarse singing.

Halfway through his song, the whole tavern fell silent.

There were several dancers who were in the skin and meat business, and the corners of their eyes were wet with deep furrows in their chests.

"Alas, what a good singing."

The archer sighed with emotion, and gave Old Fick an extra silver coin.

"Thank you for your generosity."

Old Fick thanked him with the silver coin in both hands, and turned to leave.

As he passed Chris's desk, his arm was snatched away.

The man lying on the wine table raised his head and said softly, "Your singing voice is very good, I should treat you to a few drinks." ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

Old Fick had just seen the young man's blood, so he didn't refuse Chris to hand over the ale.

Chris's mood was much better.

The blood of those three people just now released the depression in his heart, and the moving ballad of Old Fick reminded him of his mother Avril Lavigne.

Life is bumpy, and as long as you live, you will be teased by fate.

Don't ask what the future holds, just stride forward.

After pouring all the wine on the table, Chris finally accepted the fate of being entangled by the tarsal mayflies.

He pointed to the silver coins on the table and said to Old Fick, "These are yours", and then ignored Old Fick's thanks, picked up his simple package and walked out with a change of clothes.

Go to the dwarven tavern, it's too noisy.

It's time to take a shower.

Well, it's time to shave your beard too.

My father said that grandma hates sloppy people the most.

..........

A few days later.

The morning sun tore through the thick clouds and covered the earth with a golden light.

Chris's beard is cleanly shaven, and his hair is very comfortably on the back of his head, and the whole person looks vibrant. He stood on the inside of the dwarven border, leading his horse and waiting for the dwarven prospecting team.

After more than half a year, he finally continued to catch the Gold Swallowing Beast.

Boom... Boom...

The sound of horses' hooves sounded in the clean stone passageway, and it was a team of adventurers from the Human Tavern, their cloaks fluttering behind their backs.

They dismounted across from Chris, standing silently, as if waiting for something, their eyes sometimes wandering over Chris's body.

The latter lowered his eyes and breathed very long.

In the experience of Sin City, he has long learned to be vigilant in drawing a knife at any time.

I don't know if I was greedy for a cup last night, or because of spring sleepiness, the dwarf border guard chief walked down from the city wall three poles in the day. The slightly tall and wide staircase makes his two small short legs look a little funny.

"Oh, dwarven friends, I beg your pardon for keeping you waiting!"

His voice was still full of breath, "I swear by my beard, absolutely not on purpose. ”

After a few pleasantries, the dwarf stroked his beard and said the arrangement.

The Dwarven Prospecting Team consists of twenty people, all of whom have the strength of the peak of warriors.

They will set out from the border pass to the south, about twenty days' journey, there is a huge valley without dwarves, and many fierce beasts live in it.

Entering this valley is dangerous, so both sides must follow the command of the leader of the dwarven squad.

Once the Gold Eaters are discovered, the Dwarves track down their lair, and then the Adventurer Squad or Chris are free to attack. Anyway, the Gold Swallowing Beasts are all ten or eight of them living together, and everyone can achieve their own goals.

Finally, the dwarf also emphasized that because of the difficulty of supply, the prospecting team will only stay in the valley for half a month, and will return regardless of whether they find the gold eater or not, and they are not allowed to act alone.

There is no objection to this.

It turns out that the adventurer team is also here to find the Gold Eater, but they want to catch it alive.

Since it was the next companion, the same young archer stretched out his hand first, "Hello, I'm Abby, from the Plains of Middle-earth. ”

Chris raised an eyebrow.

He remembered that the bard old Fick concluded that they were from the Eastern Isles.

Because the archer has aqua blue hair.

However, this did not delay his friendly response: reached out and grabbed the other's elbow, and the shoulders of both sides touched, "Chris, northerner." ”

His answer also made the archer stunned slightly.

Because he has bright red hair.