"I've come from the Walled Mountains in other ways, if only Elint had known what his expression might be. "Ever since the Southern Lords attacked Heim Territory and the dwarves announced the withdrawal of their men and the closure of the country, Siegel could no longer guess what they would do next. And after coming into contact with the dwarves in the west, Siegel gradually changed his stereotype of dwarves.

In some ways, dwarves are sincere, heroic, and resolute, and at most they have the impression that some dwarves are stubborn. People all over the world know that true dwarves value their clan and family, but few people realize that dwarves can distinguish themselves from outsiders because of this character, and can even become quite selfish.

The walled mountains are the land of the dwarves, they have always lived at the bottom of the mountain, there are not many buildings outside the mountain, everyone is used to this situation. As a result, all of a sudden, the dwarves closed the mountain, and actually cut off the communication between the two sides of the mountain, which was somewhat unexpected by everyone.

According to Dio, tribes like the Bull Rhino could survive without trading with Mora's Peaks, and it was naturally better to live with trade. The most difficult thing for them to adapt to is actually the gap caused by the decline in living standards.

"With elite weapons and other dwarven goodies, we were able to hold on to this beautiful lake without having to run for water and pastures. But who knows how long the dwarves will have to stay closed, and everyone is worried about whether the good days are coming to an end. ”

"Look for me. Siegel said, "In terms of weaponry, we are not as good as the dwarves, and certainly not as many as them, but at least they are better than most of the people in the steppe." And we have magic weapons and magic armor for sale, as well as special products from the other side of the mountain. It's like sea salt and cane sugar. These are all nice and good things. Besides, isn't your daughter about to marry Moore? In the future, you will be a family, and you don't have to worry about the supply terminal. Moore is the lord of the starting outpost, and the title of viscount is not bad, and it can be matched with the princess of the steppe. ”

Dio looked up at Siegel, wondering what else was behind the other's dark eyes. After a while, he asked, "Princess, you want a lot, I'm not a king." Then again. You call the castle the starting point, do you want to go deeper and expand your territory into this grassland?"

Siegel shook his head: "I gave that name to the starting point of the adventure, not the beginning of the territory. What's the use of occupying the steppes, do you want my men to live a nomadic life? It's a vast place, and there is no strategic point to defend it with castles, and my people will be extremely uncomfortable. And I know that grass is very tenacious, and it takes a lot of effort to change the grazing environment and reclaim the land. My current territory is big enough so you don't have to worry. ”

"Hopefully, you will be able to remember and stick to today's thoughts. Dio was relieved. Reach out and shake Siegel's hand.

Siegel smiled slyly: "By the way, don't tell Mohr in advance of our discussion, let him continue to work hard." ”

When Dio heard this, he also laughed, and then said, "Let me tell you, in fact, my daughter is also worried, and she hasn't eaten well for the past two days." Just now, you asked me to inquire about Moore's preparations. He also told me not to get into trouble with the magicians at the outpost. Although she has a hard mouth and is ruthless in what she says, I think she will definitely let Moore win when the time comes. Daughter......"

The two of them chatted for a while, and the conversation went back from the wedding to the local scenery and dwarves. Siegel thought for a moment, and suddenly thought of something: "Brother Dior, if you don't know that the mage who came here is me, what are you going to do with him?"

Dio slapped his thigh: "How did I forget about this! ”

After a while, he hurried back, carrying in his hand a hard object wrapped in cloth, which looked like a flat plate. Siegel uses a spell to clear an empty table, and the two men open the wrapper.

A brand new sheet of metal with no signs of rust on the surface. The silver-white board was densely carved with strange characters, and no Siegel knew the style of the language at all. The metal plates are boxy and have very neat edges, without any magical aura. Judging by the appearance, it may have been part of something removed.

"We found a deep pit near the lake, and this thing was buried in the dirt. I wonder what is written on it, is there any danger to the tribe or something. ”

"Are you sure this thing is buried in the dirt, but there's no rust at all?"

"It wasn't like that when I first took it out, it was all moss and a rocky shell. Knock off the surface and wash it, and the thing is like new, without even a scratch. ”

Siegel rubbed the slate with his hand, and the surface felt very smooth and flat, like a sharp sword. All the text marks are of the same depth, as if they had been measured with the most accurate ruler.

"What else is in the cave?" Siegel asked.

"Our warrior dug down, and found a large patch of these boards, like tiles in a square, which must be ......," he said, looking around, and then gestured to Siegel, "about the size of two of my tents." ”

"The text on it?"

"It's this style, but it's not the same. We dug down and came across solid rock formations that we couldn't go deeper. This kind of board is very sturdy and cannot be smashed even if it is smashed. Dio said, "The shaman of the Aragami has seen it, and he said that it gives him a terrifying feeling, like a tomb." Because this tomb-like thing is just below our camp, I have a kind of concern. ”

"Okay, I'll see if I can read the text. I need to go to that area as well. ”

Deciphering words is a very mental activity, and spells don't help much in this regard. The words on the metal plates have nothing in common with the lingua franca, elven language, dwarven language, or even the languages of the heavenly realm and hell, and Siegel can only decipher it according to symbols or drawings.

He descended from the pit to the cavern underground, and saw what Dio said was strange. It's like a metal lid that snaps all over the solid rock. If it wasn't difficult to go down, Siegel could do it with the earth element. Natural rocks and soils that are not reinforced by magic are like mud in front of the earth elementals, just need to be removed. But such a simple and brutal entry does not necessarily ensure safety, and there are thousands of inhabitants above them.

After transcribing all the nicks, Siegel returned to the camp. He saw that Mohr was practicing with Evan with a blunt sword, and the young lord was no match for His Majesty the King at all.

"Raise the shield a little and don't be so nervous. "If you hold it too tightly, your shoulders will stiffen, your muscles will get tired, and you won't be able to use it flexibly," Evan said. And, don't close your eyes when you're blocking. You've already met it with your shield, so you don't need your eyelids to defend it, so why do you close your eyes?

Evan's swordsmanship is very strange, it is not centered on posture and pace as Siegel learned, with triangles, trapezoids, and diamonds as supports, and there are fixed standards for advancing and retreating, attacking and defending, and dodging. He is more freewheeling, and his movements are like an arc, like waves, like flowing water.

With just a few moves, Evan was able to disrupt Moore's balance, causing his movements to be deformed and flawed. All you need to do is position the sword and let Moore crash into it himself.

"What's the use of you training like this? Moore's opponent is not you. Siegel held a scroll full of unfamiliar words, and shouted from afar: "He only needs to defeat the martial arts on the grassland, and you won't play!"

Evan put away his sword, looked at Siegel, and pinched his nose: "Who said I won't play? I decided to help him and get rid of some of his opponents." ”

"Are you crazy? Isn't this adding to the chaos?" Siegel pointed at Evan, "I'm telling you, don't meddle in this matter, it's not a joke." ”

"I'll tell the weight and I won't make a mess. Relying on your magic weapons and equipment, he will definitely have no problem entering the melee, and in the final multiplayer melee, someone has to help him, don't let him be besieged and bullied. Evan laughed and said, "I'm just telling him how to beat me gracefully and reasonably, lest I lose too ugly." ”

Looking at Moore's sweaty expression, it seemed that he did not agree with this. If Evan is going to deliberately lose to Moore, the two of them just need to set up the routine? I'm afraid Evan still can't be idle, and wants to find something interesting for himself to do.

But it doesn't matter, because the four people who can decide this matter in the end actually have a consensus. Moore, Nata, Dio and Siegel all want the same result, and nothing else can change at all.

"Okay, then you guys are busy, don't use too much energy. Siegel shook the scroll in his hand, "I have something to do, so I won't bother you." ”

Unfortunately, it backfired, and the next morning Evan found the mage. "I'm curious about what you have in your hands, what makes you forget to sleep and eat? You're an earl lord besides a mage, and you don't take on tasks at will like ordinary mercenaries, and even Mor's affairs are put on hold for the time being, so there must be something that interests you very much. Tell me about it!"

"Then you and I can crack the text together. Siegel pointed to the scroll on the table and sighed, "I've tried many ways, deciphering texts, parsing spells, knowing languages, and so on. I also summoned celestial creatures and purgatory, but no one knew this kind of writing, and they had never heard of it. If you can help me, thank goodness!"

Evan shook his shoulders and staggered to the front of the scroll, then frowned. He took a breath, picked up a scroll and looked it upside down, and then said to Siegel, "You start thanking God!"

"Can you understand it?

"Of course I don't understand, who do you think I am?" Evan, holding the scroll up to the fire, looked at the back of the parchment. "If you look at the text from the back forward, I know the meaning of a few of the characters. ”

Siegel shook his head, "I think you're kidding." ”

"No, no, I don't have to. Evan said, "Do you know the adventurer Prince Esloren?"

"That mad whisperer, Ace Loren, the legendary first to land on the New World?"

"That's right, it's him. Evan said, "Did you know that he has royal blood from the Star Kingdom and is one of my ancestors?" )

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