It's easy to judge. If this dwarven craftsman was really a guy with a high status in this dwarven tribe, or a very skilled being, he would never be so happy to be belittled by Rondo's merciless debasement.

If anyone dares to proudly claim in front of Captain Cao that Captain Cao's strength is as weak as a three-year-old child, then Captain Cao's first reaction must be to fan him with a thousand-pound big-eared scraper and teach him what society is. And this dwarf craftsman had a bad attitude towards Captain Cao, but his eyes were full of respect when he looked at Rondo.

"You're naughty again, even though we're good friends now, but your bragging still makes me feel unreal. Captain Cao cleared his throat and said, "Let steel sing for it?"

"You're bragging!" Rondo didn't say anything, but the dwarven craftsman couldn't help but get angry first, and he waved the hammer in his hand as if he was about to slap Captain Cao's big back. Even though Rondo waved his hand repeatedly, he still roared in anger: "Patriarch Rondo next to you is such a master!

"Clan...... Patriarch?" Captain Cao's jaw almost dislocated, and he pointed at Rondo with an expression like he had eaten. This guy who was regarded by Captain Cao as the most dishonorable of the entire Flame Dwarf tribe turned out to be the patriarch?

Rondo just nodded heavily, then grinned reservedly. That look seems to be telling Captain Cao: Yes, you kid is such a bastard who has eyes and doesn't know gold and jade.

After asking questions and asking questions, Head Cao felt that this trip was very valuable, but of course it was a bit regrettable. From the point of view of the forging field, the Rondo Flame Dwarf tribe has almost no flaws that can be picked by people like Captain Cao, who are good at picking bones in eggs. In addition to the traditional iron-striking techniques, the Rondo tribe has developed near-miraculous techniques that would make anyone who wants to be in the arms business willing to pin their stinky feet.

Needless to say, Captain Cao is also one of the people who wants to hold their stinky feet. It's a pity, as Old Man Ao said. Even though the Flame Dwarves have a sense of smell for ore veins, they don't have the skills to mine, so that there is very little ore available in their tribe, except for the finished products that they have cycled and forged an unknown number of times. If it weren't for this embarrassing situation, their forging skills wouldn't be so good.

The forging genius Rondo, who is known as a rare once-in-a-century forgery, also made Captain Cao's heart move, and it was indeed not easy for this diligent patriarch to be. Listening to Rondo almost snot and tears talking about their tribe's past, the hard-hearted Captain Cao snorted, and there was a feeling of sadness coming from it, for anyone. It is estimated that none of them will do better than him.

From Rondo's mouth, Captain Cao knew the several levels of fire control of the Flame Dwarves, which in a nutshell is "red, orange, yellow and blue, purple, platinum and green". Each character represents a level of fire control, red, orange, yellow and blue are the four levels of the primary stage, and purple and platinum blue are the four levels of the advanced stage.

Almost every Flame Dwarf is born with the ability to control the red flames. And this kind of fire control skills will rise step by step with the accumulation of practice and accumulation. Rondo, the patriarch, was now able to control the golden flames, a realm that could only be described as an exaggeration, which meant that his forging efficiency alone could be compared to an assembly line of dozens of human blacksmiths. If you take it a step further, the picture is really brutal. Captain Cao didn't dare to imagine it.

In addition to Rondo, a guy who stands out from the crowd, there are dozens of high-level forgers in the entire tribe who can control the purple fire, and they are also good at one as ten. The dwarven craftsman who had admired Commander Cao, a layman, was just a junior forging master who controlled the yellow fire. Take him as a unit. Head Cao's heart contracted without a fight. The productivity of this flaming dwarf tribe is simply exaggerated. If they had enough ore, they could even arm an entire tribe into steel cans in just one month!

The more extraordinary their background is. The more Captain Cao couldn't hold it back, Old Man Ao could even hear the sound of Captain Cao swallowing saliva from time to time. In fact, Old Man Ao is also not very promising, and Old Man Ao's understanding of the Flame Dwarf before is only at the level of knowing a little bit or two, where is the shock brought by this kind of in-depth contact?

Old man Ao's expression is silent, almost silent, living to his realm, he has already understood the truth that if you say more, you will lose. On someone else's turf, low-key observation is king. Even if you say the wrong sensitive word, it is very likely that this little goodwill that you have built up with great difficulty will disappear.

How to implement the abduction plan has completely fallen on the head of Head Cao. Fortunately, Captain Cao is not a sincere person like Old Man Ao, who runs the train with his mouth full of mouths and blows the little heifer into the sky, which is his specialty. The daily life of these flame dwarves is almost isolated from the world, and they are lonely and self-appreciative, which makes it convenient for Captain Cao to brag. No matter what aspect is said, the words of Captain Cao that make Old Man Ao feel exaggerated when he hears it can always cause applause from the audience.

Set up the personal image of Captain Cao a little taller, which was originally built by the old man Ao. Now, Head Cao has long been accustomed to raising his own value, and even Old Man Ao can't listen to the earth-shattering bulls he blows. Like the Flame Dwarves, who don't understand the world at all, Captain Cao seems to have become an epic hero in their hearts, a great hero who worries about the world first, and enjoys the joy of the world after the world. It is his nature to be righteous and squandering money, and it is his personality to be kind and generous.

The flame dwarves are all rectums, where do they want to understand so many twists and turns of Captain Cao? The person who gave so much good wine to his dwarven friends for free was indeed worthy of the status of a hero in the eyes of Rondo and others.

What made Captain Cao happiest was that the Flame Dwarves didn't have any local feelings, even though they had lived here for generations, there was nothing worth their nostalgia for. The other dwarves have always lived in the deep mountains and old forests, or they are dependent on the veins, and there are only two reasons why the tribe of Rondo has stayed in this open area with neither veins nor shelter.

First of all, as long as it is flesh and blood, it is inseparable from water. In the realm of exile, where there is water, there will always be countless people coveting it, even if it is just a small pond, it can make many people fight for their heads. Even if the Rondo tribe has not yet reached the level of being fully armed, the force value of the dwarves should not be underestimated. Even though the world knows that their most troublesome thing is the unguardable slash, but who dares to say that the dwarves are not powerful warriors? They have rightfully occupied the most fertile land on this tributary of the Niluo River, and even if the dwarves are not strong in farming, they can feed everyone.

Secondly, it was not that they did not think about relocating their family, and finally they did it because it was too troublesome. Once they leave here, they also don't know where to go, not to mention the trouble of dragging their families, and the new place to settle down is not necessarily comparable to this place. When it came to these topics, Rondo was in a gloomy face. But Head Cao snickered, this is almost equivalent to suing Head Cao, and if you want to get them all away, there is a drama!

In order to bring this Flame Dwarf tribe under his command without a trace, Captain Cao sent an invitation to Rondo and several dwarven elders in the tribe as a friend, inviting them to visit the territory of the raiding group and experience the customs of other places. After a little bit of trouble from Mrs. Rondo, Rondo finally got his wish.

Not only was Rondo interested, but all the dwarves who received Captain Cao's invitation couldn't hold back that impulse. They looked forward to the kind of life that Cao Tuanchang said in the air, eating meat and drinking a lot. Especially when Captain Cao said that they could take as much wine as they could when the time came, it made their psychological defense line collapse in an instant.

They have lived the miserable days of relying on robbery to satisfy their addiction to alcohol, but they have never imagined such a good thing as good wine falling from heaven. In this respect, the dwarves were also rectums, and when they followed Captain Cao on the road, almost all of them pulled a cart, each with a large bundle of thick rope and countless empty skins.

Captain Cao, who was speechless for a while, was dumbfounded, he didn't expect these dwarf mules to be so polite, their menacing posture seemed to Captain Cao, who was completely eager to empty out the little money of Captain Cao. Fortunately, Head Cao only invited more than a dozen people. If you invite more, this time Captain Cao will really bleed heavily. Pi smiled and threw out a few words, and the two heads of Cao took the more than ten dwarfs on the return journey.

Originally, with their small short legs, the speed must not be too fast. But with all kinds of fine wine promised by Captain Cao waiting for them, they were like sharks that smelled blood, tirelessly running across the wasteland, and even the leg hair on their legs for two days had turned into a black afterimage.

Even if Captain Cao waved a whip on the horse's buttocks, these little men dragging the trailer could still follow his buttocks without leaving his buttocks, which was also a great spectacle...... (To be continued......)