Old man Ao can't wait to find a guy to take advantage of it and slap it on Captain Cao's head a few times, it's really thanks to the imagination of this product is so rich. The dwarves covered in fire are all anti-harmonious.

Without thinking about it, Old Man Ao knew that the violent mind of this thing was at work. Any sensitive words will be associated with the level of war, and Old Man Ao even feels like he is being a dog-headed military advisor to a militant. To put it mildly, he is suspected of aiding in abuse.

"The Flame Dwarves are a very special branch of the large dwarven race, and their existence has not been widespread and numerous, so you can understand if you don't know it. Old man Ao sighed, but reluctantly entered the role of a teacher, and explained carefully.

It took a long time for this group of illiterate people to understand why the Flame Dwarves were called like this, and they also understood what the racial ability that Old Man Ao was talking about was all about.

This group is actually not much different from other dwarven branches, and most of the dwarven branches are distinguished and named after some of their external characteristics, such as red-bearded dwarves, gray-haired dwarves, and the like. And the Flame Dwarves are almost a common appearance among dwarves from the outside, and there is nothing unusual about it.

There is not even a mention of them in the books of the Pan-American continent, as the authors were not of dwarven origin, and the branch of the Flame Dwarves is almost unknown to some members of the dwarves themselves. Old Man Ao knew that it was all because when he was young and traveled around the Pan-American continent, he had a group of companions, including a dwarf.

The secrets and culture of these dwarf clans, Old Man Ao listened to him. If there is no life experience, even if Old Man Ao has eyesight, he may not be able to distinguish the identities of those dwarves.

The reason for the name of the flame is that they have an innate ability. They have a super ability to control fire. As long as anyone with a little common sense knows, flame is a very wonderful thing, and there are many kinds of bukkake to distinguish it. The color of each flame almost represents a different intensity of heat. The most common open flame is orange, but in addition to this, there are white, purple and even cyan. The flame with the highest known temperature in the Pan-American continent is the cyan flame.

As the saying goes, this is the truth, the temperature requirements in the process of smelting are very high, and the real smelting master. Have a certain common sense of fire control, know how to blow air and how to use materials to make the flame produce a higher temperature. These may not be of great significance to the layman, but in fact this is the expertise of smelting to build this industry.

In the Pan-American continent, where all walks of life are accustomed to cherishing their own broomsticks, the nature of these know-how has always been a secret. Even if it is to be transmitted, it is often passed on to men but not to women, and not to the outside. The dwarf, who has long been famous in the iron-fighting world, is at the forefront of the field in this regard and deserves to be the industry leader.

The Flame Dwarves are even more incredible, they are born with secret skills to regulate the flames. Unlike the other dwarves. They don't need any materials at all, as long as there is fire, they can use their secret techniques to purify and refine a series of magical controls. This ability not only sounds amazing. And it is also the fundamental reason why their unique dwarven branch is unique and enviable in the entire dwarven lineage.

There are no dwarves who don't like to strike iron, so this ability to control the flames by relying on their own secret arts is even coveted by other dwarves. This is not a skill that can be copied, so it makes sense for Old Man Ao to describe it as their racial ability.

With such unique conditions, the Flame Dwarves will naturally not fail the Creator's favor on them. Their iron-striking efficiency was arguably the fastest in the entire Pan-American continent, and even one of their blacksmiths could beat two or three other dwarven blacksmiths. In the process of striking iron, fire control is an extremely time-consuming thing. The Flame Dwarves don't have any trouble with this, so their efficiency is ridiculously high.

Within this branch of their clan, there is even a series of strict titles, and they distinguish ranks by being able to control the color of the flame, which is extremely rigorous. Coincidentally, the Creator was really fair, giving the Flame Dwarves such a flame control ability that the other dwarves would envy, but also taking away some of their other things.

In addition to being a fighting people, dwarves also have a number of other characteristics. Dwarves love to craft and drink, so almost all dwarves have the ability to brew ale and find ore veins to dig into. Among them, only the Flame Dwarves who seem to be loved by thousands of people can't do it. Not only are they useless in their ability to make wine, but they also don't have the same mining skills as other dwarves. To be precise, their keen sense of smell for the various crafted ores can also help them find ore veins, but they don't have the ability to mine them.

It's like a hungry dog who finds a bone of flesh that is enough to keep him alive, but the bone is placed in an iron cage that is out of reach. Therefore, the Flame Dwarves are also regarded as ominous by many other branches of the entire dwarven group, and some of the dwarven branches even believe that they have suffered a curse, otherwise how could they lose the two major abilities that dwarves rely on for their livelihood?

There are no materials to forge and no wine to drink, and in either case, the last thing the dwarves want to face. The Flame Dwarves combine these two disadvantages, and it's not hard to imagine how bleak their situation is.

Speaking of the secrets of these dwarf clans, Old Man Ao also had a deep smile on his face, as if he had returned to the golden years when he was high-spirited and traveled around the continent with reliable friends. And now the world is still the same, but the characters are no longer the same.

Captain Cao and the others also sighed and watched, it turned out that even within the dwarf clan, there were so many complicated things. If it weren't for the Pan-American Encyclopedia like Old Man O's here, even if they did, they wouldn't know that those dwarf mules would be such bizarre characters.

This fiery dwarf tribe had already noticed it many years ago. Fortunately, the temper of these flame dwarves is also more irritable than that of ordinary dwarves, and they exude the smell of gunpowder at any time and place, faintly in their own right, living a maverick life. Ordinary forces, even if they want to recruit them, have nowhere to start. From the current point of view, this Flame Dwarf Tribe Old Man Ao completely felt that it was specially left by the gods of the heavens to Captain Cao.

This big back has always had the same luck as the goddess of luck, and any good thing will fall on his head. In this regard, Old Man Ao has always felt helpless.

From the moment Commander Cao stepped into the realm of exile, he embarked on a smooth Yangguan Avenue. Needless to say, the encounter with Old Man Ao would not have been so smooth. saved someone, but a fire burned the strong enemy. God knows why he was always able to hit the right thing when it was time for these things to be so small. said that he was watching the sky, but this guy is not an ordinary black belly, does Brother Tian like this kind of goods?

"That's not right, old man, you said that they are so difficult to contact, and everyone else can't do anything about them, so what can I do? There's no reason why because I'm handsome and more attractive than others, they'll bow down in front of my cowhide boots......" Captain Cao was not stupid, and in a blink of an eye, he questioned with a stinky face.

"Why don't you think about their shortcomings? Didn't I make it clear? They love to drink, but they don't know how to make wine, and they almost live a life worse than death. Before your raiders came here, I even heard that they had received news that the entire tribe had gone into battle to rob a human caravan that was selling alcohol. It's only natural for natives like hyenas and orcs to rob, but have you ever heard that dwarves do this kind of business?" Old Man Ao rolled his eyes and slapped the table with a chaotic sound: "What does this mean? It means that they have been driven crazy!"

The head of the Pi sect also said that it was true, because he brought back the news, so he is still very impressed. When the head of the Pi sect heard about this, he could barely hold back his laughter like the current head Cao and others. Even if the dwarves have a fiery temper and a stubborn personality, they are indeed very conservative representatives of the old school, and they are genuine good citizens. As long as no one provokes them, they can actually live next to anyone and be safe.

Rushing out to cut people for a little drink is like a joke. Alcohol is not a necessary necessity for other intelligent races. They can live a life with alcohol, and they will not die without drinking, but they take risks for it, and even handed over a report card of hundreds of heroic righteousness in the wine robbery incident, which is indeed too black humor.

"You're looking at you bastards, who don't even get up in the morning for breakfast, and drink wine as water all day long. Buckley, that bastard, uses liquor every day for bathing, and the Raider Regiment's liquor and water resources are already sufficient, how can it be?" As soon as he said this, Old Man Ao's classic preaching routine was brought out again, this time his target was the extravagance and wastefulness within the Raider Regiment.

These things that sound unbelievable are not old man Ao's nonsense, but genuine. Ever since Captain Cao said that alcohol can also disinfect this function, Barkley, a greedy and vain guy, has fallen in love with the wine bath. With his exaggerated body size, his bath drinks were frantically wasted in thousands of pounds every day, and when he used them, he poured them into the mud conch river to feed the fish.

For such a situation, it is not the first time that Old Man Ao has expressed his deep hatred, in his opinion, these little bastards should simply be destroyed by heaven and earth, and they have already surpassed the level of human and god's common anger...... (To be continued......)