The leader of the Dwarven prospecting team is Kenya Copperbeard.

Like his surname, he had a long beard braided into two braids and tucked into his belt, and carried a hammer taller than a man, which, at first glance, looked like a beard and a hammer in addition to the armor horn helmet.

He straddled a black goat and walked at the front of the line, Chris and the others followed on foot.

Their horses are not adapted to the rough mountain roads, and the black goats are too short.

After more than ten days of walking in the high altitude of the Rocky Daran Mountains, they experienced two snowfalls, one of which fell for three days, which made their trek very difficult.

Everyone in the group was silent.

Even the dwarves, who were usually used to making fun of each other's drinking, kept their mouths shut.

Their loud voices can cause avalanches.

Chris: Their mood is not bad.

Because since yesterday, the dwarves have finally claimed that they can do without black blindfolds.

This is a precaution for the dwarves, in order to prevent the Terrans from knowing the route of the mine's veins.

Worthy of the prefix of greed, they are very possessive of mineral veins, regardless of whether humans have the ability to mine in the Lokidaran Mountains.

During the more than ten days of walking on the ridge, I occasionally encountered the attack of fierce beasts.

However, the team did not suffer any casualties, and they had a delicious dinner.

Today's dinner is a three-meter-tall snow bear monster.

It died a suffocating death, and before it could attack, Abby shot an arrow into the mouth that was about to roar and demonstrate, and then was slashed in the wrong place by Chris, who rushed over.

But while enjoying dinner, the atmosphere in the ranks was a bit dreary.

Because the dwarves claim that the snow bear monsters live in groups.

This lone one is definitely a sentinel patrolling the territory, and if nothing else, he will encounter a group tomorrow.

The dwarves were very careful to sprinkle thistles around the camp, and their white bodies melted into the snow. This is the first line of defense at night, and no one can guarantee that the Snow Bear will come to visit tonight.

Chris and Abby and the five dwarven warriors raced around the two fires.

They were scheduled to keep vigil in the first half of the night.

The cold wind of the cold night whimpered, burrowing into his body along the collar and cuffs, making people feel excited from time to time.

"Damn it!"

Shuangdao's gloomy face cursed fiercely.

Chris tossed the bag to Abby, a northern spirit specially prepared before departure, and a sip would make her feel warm. The spirits of these five people were very little prepared and had already been drunk.

"Thank you."

It was Abby who spoke, and he acted as the tongue of the five people along the way, "But don't you need it?" ”

"Just as the Orientals are born to swim, the Northerners love snow."

Chris smiled.

It also made Abby no longer polite, took a small sip, let out a satisfied sigh, and then handed it to the other four.

The wine warmed the body and made the atmosphere in this small fire much better.

"Chris, you're alone on the road, aren't your family worried?"

Abby didn't wait for him to answer, so she laughed at herself, "I won't let any of them come out in my family, hehe." ”

The remaining four were Abby's retinue, and anyone who wasn't blind could see it.

And Chris's long knife, which has no disguise, is impossible to have without the financial support of a noble family.

The two were from noble backgrounds and knew each other well.

"Luckily, my grandfather said that the eagle must learn to fly by itself."

Chris's eyes were full of wistfulness, he had been away from Eton Territory for almost two years; Even Sien, who accompanied him to the south, hadn't seen him for almost a year.

"Your grandfather was a wise elder."

Abby complimented, and could tell that he was genuinely envious, "If I..."

Perhaps in order to take into account the feelings of the four entourage, he immediately closed his mouth and changed the subject, "Hey! Don't talk about that, Chris, do you think the Snow Bear Monster will come tonight? ”

"Maybe..."

Two young people of the same age, who have many topics in common with each other, make the dark and cold night not very lonely.

Oh...

As the changing of the guard approached, a mournful sound broke the silence of the night, shaking the snow of the distant mountain peaks to slip somewhat.

Without being reminded by anyone, the entire camp quickly took up their weapons and went into a state of alert.

Because this is the wail of the snow bear monster that stepped on the thistle.

The two shield-bearers were half-crouching in front of them with their giant shields, and the hammers and double-knife followers quickly stood on either side of Abby, and a perfect small formation was formed.

This makes Chris seem a bit redundant.

So he stood on the other side of the small formation and faced it independently.

"Chris, if you don't mind, please guard the back for me."

Abby has a good sense of him, so she tactfully invites him to join the small formation.

On the back side, there will be no snow bear monsters.

Unless all four of the retinues are dead.

"Thank you for your kindness, Abby."

Chris smiled, then dragged the knife to the ground, "But eagles always have to fly." ”

There are a lot of snow bear monsters attacking, about seventy, which is a huge number.

Thankfully, eight or nine of them were wailing on the ground.

They were all pierced through the soles of their feet by thistles, and they could no longer participate in the attack.

Sou! Sou!

Abby's archery skills are superb.

He was able to shoot into the mouths of two snow bear monsters with precision in the night, which made people wonder if he had elven blood. However, he could only put down his bow and draw the long sword at his waist now.

The Snow Bear Monster has rushed to the front of him.

Boom!

The shield was struck crooked by the tremendous force, but the shield player's counter-attacking sword stabbed directly into the snow bear's lower body, making this one's death miserable.......

Chris is like an elf dancing on the snow.

The thick layer of snow didn't affect his light steps in the slightest, and the long knife in his hand barely swung it, but with each swing, a snow bear monster fell in a pool of blood.

Most of them were disemboweled, and intestines and internal organs were flowing all over the floor.

He didn't mean to.

If you want to blame, blame the snow bear monster that grows very large, and it is difficult to be cut in two.

And he has learned how to kill man and beast with the least effort and the most effective way.

The snow bear monster quickly retreated, leaving behind more than thirty corpses, and those who had been pierced by the thistle had already escaped with two forepaws.

Chris was surrounded by seven corpses, which gave him admiring glances.

Abby's small team of five only had eight results, including two killed by arrows.

Kenya walked over and slapped Chris on the back hard, the highest position he could ever get.

"Pretty and powerful young man, you have received the respect of the dwarves!"

His voice was also loud, "If you want, leave the furs of these snow bear monsters to us, the generous dwarves won't let you suffer." ”

Snow bear fur is very well kept warm, and even dwarves are very rare.

"Kenya with a nice beard, as you wish."

The happy dwarf hugged him and gave him a dagger of great value.

The morning sun lit up the sky, and the carnage set out again, arriving at the mouth of a valley five days later.

Unlike the previous trek on the ridge, this valley has a low elevation.

Not only was there no trace of snow, but even the trees were lush and green, reminding them that this was the south.

This is also the destination of their trip.

Whether or not you can find the Gold Eater and the ore veins as you wish depends on the results of the exploration of this valley.

The dwarven warriors cut down the guardrails of the trees and camped, and unlike the previous journey, they would stay at the mouth of the valley for half a month, and the thistles alone would not be enough.

Chris was dragged by Abby and his party into the outskirts of the valley to find today's dinner.

This is Abby's mission to the leader of the party, Kenya, who is perfect for finding food with his archery skills.

Since showing their strength that night, Abby and his party have been much more enthusiastic about Chris, and even the gloomy face with the double knives has shown a smile to Chris for the first time. The god of fire is above, and after so many days of companionship, no one has ever seen this guy's smile.

Time passes in a hectic way.

Soon, they camped at the mouth of the valley for seven days, but the huge valley was less than half explored.

No trace of the Gold Eater was found, and the Dwarven Vein Explorers did find a vein, but judging by their years of experience, this vein was barren.

Both Dwarf and Chris were a little dissatisfied with this result.

They decided to organize a small team of ten people, and set off towards the center of the valley with only food, saving time to return to the camp in the evening, and exploring this mysterious valley as much as possible.

The leader of the team is undoubtedly Kenya.

The others are Chris, Abby, Gloomy Face, and six Dwarven warriors.

Abby's other three followers, the weapons they use are not suitable for fighting in the dense woods.

It took them three days to reach the middle of the valley.

At noon that day, I encountered a ferocious beast more than ten meters long, a one-horned python, which was disguised as a very thick branch and hid in a big tree that the four people hugged together and could not be named.

As a dwarven warrior passed, it suddenly opened its large, fanged mouth and bitten.

Extremely glad, this dwarf's height of only 1.3 meters allowed him to escape, and one of the two sharp horns on his horn helmet was missing, and it was bitten off by a large snake.

If such sharp teeth were bitten on his body, the impenetrable steel armor would not be able to save him.

Under the desperate efforts of everyone, this one-horned python was repelled.

Its long body gave it a vigorous vitality, and although it was beaten bloodied by a small team, it did not die; It crawls very quickly on trees, which gives it a quick escape speed.

A dwarven warrior and the twin blades Gloomy Face were injured, and the Dwarven Warrior was slapped directly into the fluffy dirt by the snake's tail, and the gloomy face was shot up by the unicorn on the head of the Mori Python.

In response, Kenya had to send three dwarven warriors to escort them back to the mouth of the valley.

Half of the staff was reduced in just three days, which made Chris and Abby full of anxiety, maybe they couldn't find the Gold Swallower this time...

Because at dinner, Kenya made a decision that the small party could only move forward for two more days, regardless of whether or not they found the Gold Eater and the ore vein.

Chris and the two could not argue with the decision.

After all, this valley has the power to kill them.

For example, if you encounter a one-horned python again, there will definitely be death in the team.

On the fourth day, a small group of only five people passed through a small lake,

The water source has always been a hunting ground for carnivorous beasts, and everyone saw a large fish tail lifted in the lake, and then fell heavily on the surface of the lake, overflowing with splashes. Without making any stops, they crossed this dangerous zone at a great distance along the shores of the lake.

On the fifth day, luck finally favored them.

Kenya discovers the gold-swallowing beast's dung, a metallic shimmer that no dwarf can mistaken.

They swept away the depression of several days and cheered to their heart's content.

Even everyone's appetite has improved a lot, and a wild boar with nearly forty catties of meat has been gnawed to the ground.

Following the traces of the Gold-Swallowing Beast's droppings, Arkon led the group to a place full of sand and rocks.

Only a few weeds on the ground took root alone, and the forest ended here.

In the distance, there is a valley that is getting smaller and smaller by the peaks on both sides, and there is also no vegetation, and the mountain wind can't help but whistle when it passes.

The three dwarves who saw this terrain could hardly contain their excitement.

With their lifetime of experience working with mineral veins, there is definitely a very rich vein hidden beneath this terrain.

There are even some precious and rare associated minerals.

Chris and Abby are also excited, and the dwarves who keep their promise find the entrance to a gold-swallowing beast's cave.

The small hole was open in a rock, and the walls of the cave were scratched by the Gold Eater's incomparably hard armor over the years. And the feces in the forest also prove that this entrance and exit has not been abandoned, these little cuties not only gnaw on metal, but also need to eat some plants or fruits to maintain the balance of water and nutrients in the body.

With the help of the dwarves, Chris and Abby set up three traps along the entrance.

The bottom of the trap was covered with a soft but strong mesh of mixed gold beast tendons, which Abby had rented from the dwarves for a hundred gold coins, and its purpose was to prevent the gold eaters from burrowing through the ground.

The trap is covered with leaves, sprinkled with a layer of gravel, and has a high content of gold ore on it.

It's bait, and no gold eater can resist its charm.

After doing all this, all five of them moved behind a rock in the upper wind and waited silently.

That's two hours.

But instead of waiting for the Gold-Swallowing Beast, they waited for the Nightmare.

When the sound of rustling footsteps on the sand sounded behind them, all five men clenched their weapons and turned their heads to look back. A few kobolds popped up, and both sides looked at each other for a moment, and then something annoying the small team happened.

"Woo..."

The kobolds howled a few times with their necks held high, and then behind them came a group of kobolds with various weapons, some of them were sticks, some were bones, and some were even two sharp stones...

Damn it!

All five of them couldn't help but let out a curse.

Then they quickly formed a small fan-shaped formation by relying on the mountain, and these disgusting creatures immediately rushed in front of them.

Kobolds, a subhuman race classified as beasts.

Their hands and feet are not long, almost proportional, and when they stand, they are only one meter two, but their heads are large, they are dog's heads, and they can't speak.

This is also where their names come from.

Mentally retarded, they live in small tribes, ranging from a dozen to hundreds.

They are omnivorous and will not let go of anything they can eat.

During the season of famine, they even attack each other to get food - the corpses of the vanquished.

Kobolds are widely distributed in all corners of the endless continent, although they do not have great strength, the most powerful kobolds are just equivalent to ordinary warriors of humans, but their strong reproductive power has not made their race extinct.

Any intelligent race in the world would dismiss them.

With their lowly fur and body, hunting them is not as good as killing a real wild dog.

And, at least the meat of wild dogs is edible, their meat stinks ...

Heaven testifies that only the most hungry beasts will swallow them.

Kobolds are also very timid, and a farmer with a scythe for harvesting wheat can make eight out of ten flee in fright.

But today, Chris, the kobold they met was clearly different.

The strength of this group of kobolds is almost the strength of ordinary human warriors, and there are too many of them.

There were no less than fifty kobolds who had died under the butcher's knives of this small group, but they still rushed forward with red eyes.

The courage to die without turning his heel appeared in them, which has to be said to be a miracle.

"Grandma's weirdness, why are there so many damn kobolds!"

Kenya Copperbeard cursed fiercely, and every time the hammer in his hand smashed the kobold's head, an incomparably foul blood would splash on him, which made him feel that the whole person was not good.

His heart was full of doubts.

Swears by the beard that he has retained for thirty years, he has never seen a kobold who is not afraid of death in his life!

Suddenly, his head flashed, and then he shouted in shock, "Retreat!" It's not good, hurry, everyone run for their lives! ”

He was so nervous that he couldn't speak incoherently, and even his big red rosacea nose turned a lot whiter.

Desperately swinging the hammer in his hand to break through the encirclement, the two little short legs quickly moved and ran into the forest, like a lost dog chased by someone with a knife.

The crowd didn't know what was going on, but the good discipline made them all start running towards the mouth of the valley.

Young Abby kept turning her head to look behind her as she ran.

Although there are a lot of them, these low-strength kobolds don't seem to pose any threat, huh?

Soon, he knew why.

In the distance, a huge mastiff appeared, with two bucket-sized heads held high, and let out an earth-shattering howl with its bloody mouth open, and then ran at them, knocking the trees in the forest to pieces.