"Elder?"

Barrant and the dwarven warriors roared and agitated in rage, but did not dare to make a mistake, and from the time they were children, the elders of the clan had told them about the history of the Uga dwarves and the legends of the Samast of Samast.

Although with the passage of time, the new generation of Uga near-earth dwarves no longer believe in the ancient legends of thousands of years ago.

However, it cannot be denied that those legends have been passed down from generation to generation, and they have long been ingrained in their hearts, which makes them feel awe of the so-called "holy place" opposite the big chasm at the back of the village.

As a "long-lived species" with a lifespan of about 350 ~ 400 years, thousands of years of time for them is just a inheritance of more than ten generations, and those legends about the holy land have a greater impact on them than those "short-lived species" who only have a lifespan of a few decades.

The dwarven elder of the bloodmane clan of the Wujia dwarves, ignoring the doubts of the young warriors in the clan, raised his head carefully, and after carefully identifying the dragon-shaped glass talisman on Jialan's chest, the dwarven old man led by him said cautiously: "Your Excellency the Honorable Asad Long, please show your servant your 'Domain Statue' so that your servant can confirm your identity!"

Jia Lan looked down at the dragon-shaped glass talisman on his chest, the four whistles he got were not any different from the material, but there were slight differences in shape, they were black dragons, white dragons, blue dragons and green dragons, and the red dragon among the five-colored dragons was missing.

Although there were detailed information about this in the inheritance of their Uga dwarves, trying to distinguish the subtle differences in these dragon-shaped talismans from the pendants that were no more than the size of a palm's palm was obviously beyond the ability of the bloodmane dwarven elders.

After all, no matter how detailed the inheritance is, more than ten generations have passed. None of their descendants had seen the ornaments worn by the "Asadrons" to prove their identity.

The easiest way is to ask the other party to take out the prototype of the "Domain Law Statue" statue standing in the four major vassal races of the "Samastre Holy Land" to prove his identity, so the dwarf old man will have the courage to ask Jialan.

The Uga dwarves, in the ancient era when the "Samast Holy Land" was still flourishing, were directly under the jurisdiction of the "Flame Summoners", one of the four "Assadron Worshippers" under the command of the Dragon Worship Sage "Samast".

Therefore, in the largest gathering place of the Uga dwarves in their "Gusyas Disen Region", there stood a huge statue of the "Domain Law Statue" of the "Flame Summoner", and on that statue, there was indeed a pendant that was exactly the same as the chest of the surface man in front of him.

This is also for what Before the identity of the other party was determined, the Dwarven Elder of the Bloodmane Clan stopped the young warriors in the clan. It doesn't matter if the other party is fake, but what if it's true?

Regardless of whether the other party is any of the heirs of the "Asadron" among the "Dragon Power Gatekeepers, Flame Summoners, Night Dragonsmen, and Death Summoners", angering him will bring irreparable death to the Uga dwarves.

Jialan thought for a moment, and simply took the four peridot statues carved into the shape of a skeletal dragon from her pocket. They all took it out and held it in their hands.

Originally, he thought that the surface man in front of him was just a bloodmane dwarf elder of the "Worshipper". Seeing Jialan, he took out four "Domain Law Statues". His eyes almost cracked, and he trembled and shouted something in the heavily accented underground dwarven language, so much so that Jialan couldn't even make out what he was saying.

The one who will have four "Realm Statues" at the same time will definitely not be a certain "Assadron", but the "Sage" who is in charge of the "Samast Holy Land", plus Jialan's casual "Temple is in his charge" just now. It even made the dwarf elders of the Bloodmane Clan automatically make up his "identity".

Jialan and the dwarves chatted for a while, so that the mercenaries behind him who couldn't understand the underground dwarf language couldn't help but stare widely, and could only wait for the end of the communication between the two sides in the conversation very depressed, but as they talked. The dwarves suddenly became furious, and the mercenaries clenched their weapons nervously.

But the next scene made them even more confused, several dwarf old men rushed out, bowed to the Jialan magician, and then the Jialan magician took out the small statue he had just obtained in the cemetery, and showed it to the other party, the dwarves collectively fell to the ground in excitement, and then respectfully hugged them into the dwarven village.

Captain Kenmet lowered his voice and asked secretly, "Mr. Jialan, what's the situation now?"

Jialan was also a little speechless, so she could only whisper: "It's hard for me to make it clear for a while, these dwarves should be the guardians of this ruin, but they regard me as the inheritor of the ruins, so if you don't want them to find out that we are just pretending, you'd better disguise yourself as my guards now......"

The mercenaries looked at each other, but since entering this ruin, the things they encountered were strange enough, and it was not bad for such a thing, as for saying that the Jialan mage was the "inheritor of the ruins", it was not wrong, after all, the Doom Fort had been purchased by him, and this ruin was naturally his property.

After welcoming Jialan and the mercenaries into the village, the dwarves brought out their precious food to entertain the mercenaries.

Some dwarven women, carrying out huge mushrooms that looked like oak barrels, removed the lids, took out pieces of what looked like rotten pieces of meat, skewered them on branches and smoked them over the fire, and enthusiastically handed them to the mercenaries, motioning for them to put them in their mouths and eat them.

But everyone looked at the strange "meat" that was smeared with black paint, as well as the food that was obviously moss and fungi, and they were a little afraid to start, these dwarves who lived underground were also a little miserable, just like those dark demon rats, they lived by eating moss and fungi?

Jialan apparently noticed this as well, and used the "communication mirror" to inform Casey and Div who were left behind on the surface, asking them to quickly prepare a batch of food, meat, and vegetables.

Then Jia Lan took out a strange human-shaped figurine with a package from her pocket, and after whispering a clammy spell, the figurine that was placed on the ground disappeared in a burst of flickering light.

Not long after, a large number of baskets, bamboo baskets, parcels, and oak barrels suddenly appeared in the small square of Bloodmane Village, not to mention the Bloodmane Dwarves, and even the mercenaries were stunned by this scene that they had never seen before!

"Biography... Teleportation!?"

Kenmet's eyes widened and he shouted, but he quickly reacted, coughed awkwardly, clubbed his two-handed greatsword, stood behind Jialan with a straight face, and continued to act as a guard.

Fortunately, his exclamation did not attract the attention of the dwarves, who were already stunned by the magical methods used by Jialan, and curiously surrounded the large pile of materials, but they did not know what these things appeared out of thin air.

In order to ease the relationship with the dwarves, the mercenaries took the initiative to open the package, took out all kinds of food from it, set up a bonfire and soup pot, and began to boil the broth and barbecue.

Although words are not spoken, food and wine are the things that connect the most with feelings.

Soon, the dwarven warriors, who were still a little wary and repulsive to the mercenaries of unknown origin, opened their hearts to them after pouring a few large glasses of good rye wine, happily took out a dark red drink they treasured, and gestured to the mercenaries.

Mercenaries, you look at me, I look at you, I don't dare to be the first to speak, Jialan tasted a piece of "rotten meat" given to him by the dwarf elder, and smiled at the mercenaries: "Don't worry, these things are not poisonous, although they look a little scary, but they are indeed edible!"

He gestured to the string of "rotten meat" in his hand: "This kind of thing that looks like 'meat' is called 'striatosis', which is a non-toxic fungus that grows in damp places underground, and it is a bit unacceptable to eat raw, but after roasting, it will have the aroma of shiitake mushrooms, and the taste is not bad!"

"There is also this blue 'bread', which is actually a 'spore bread' baked from flour made from the spores of the 'blue cap fungus', which is the staple food of the dwarves in the ground, and tastes similar to our rye bread. ”

When the mercenaries saw that Jialan had already started to eat, they tried to stuff the food given to them by the dwarves into their mouths, and even boldly dipped some orange sauce in a mushroom bowl, which tasted spicy and spicy, but it was not a hot sauce.

"It's 'fire lichen sauce'!"

Jialan also tasted some of it, picked up a glass of dark red drink and shook it, "This 'fire wine' is also made by fermenting this kind of fire lichen that grows near the underground lava lake, although it tastes very much like a spirit, but in fact it does not contain alcohol, but it is very suitable for magicians who do not drink alcohol." ”

Magicians are a profession that requires a clear mind, so magicians rarely drink alcohol, but this "fire wine" made from fire lichen has aroused the interest of several magicians, and they have all experienced the scorching and spicy taste that can only be experienced when drinking spirits.

The dwarves, who nibbled on the fat roast lamb and gulped the rye wine, were also conquered by the delicious food from the surface.

Although they said something that no one could understand, the dwarves and mercenaries smirked side by shoulder, and kept touching each other with wine glasses made of mushrooms, and the two sides, who were still wary of each other, quickly became one.

Jialan, on the other hand, listened to the dwarf elders tell about what happened in this underworld after the fall of the "Holy Land". (To be continued......)