These lizard-hunters who look like erect lizards, although they look a little scary, but their combat power is only equivalent to bronze-level warriors, and a few powerful ones have only reached the silver level, facing the golden two-headed dragon mercenary group, which is an all-silver-level team, it is suitable to vent depression.

Jialan didn't even have time to remind the mercenaries of the weaknesses of these underground races, and the well-armed silver mercenaries chopped melons and vegetables, slashing down the dozens of lizard-hunters who were wearing rudimentary leather armor and holding stone spears and stone axes to the ground, and then rushed towards the two sides in the battle.

Jialan opened her mouth, although she wanted to tell the mercenaries that they might be in a big trouble, but after a speechless glance at the corpses of the lizardhunters all over the ground, she could only stroll and follow.

This near-ground dwarf village built next to the cliff of the Great Rift in the ground is not large, and together with the fifty or sixty dwarven warriors in the battle, there are only less than 200 people, but the dwarf race is born with infinite strength, and once the male dwarf reaches adulthood, he has the natural strength of bronze level.

Even the old and weak women and children in the dwarf clan will not be lower than the black iron level, and the trained warriors are even stronger, just like the fifty or sixty dwarven warriors, although all the pickaxes and hammers in their hands are wielded, but all of them are silver level, and the three dwarf leaders who lead the way have even reached the gold level!

It's a pity that they have too many enemies, although most of the lizard hunters are poorly equipped and their strength is only around the bronze level, but as many as five or six hundred lizard hunter warriors make it a little difficult for those dwarf warriors to resist.

Although the dwarven warriors were already roaring angrily, wielding their sledgehammers and smashing the heads of the lizardmen one by one, many of them had already invaded their village. Attacks were launched against dwarven women and children who were relatively weak.

At this moment, a group of never-before-seen surface people suddenly appeared, killed the lizard-hunters who had invaded the village, and rushed up from the side and rear of the village to support the dwarven warriors.

This sudden change not only caused the lizards to panic, but even the dwarves were full of astonishment, staring at their gray-blue eyes, which were different from their close relatives on the surface, looking at the allies who grinned at them, looking a little dazed.

The mercenaries who burst out with all their might are murderous. The sophisticated and complete equipment, rich combat experience, and good battle formation coordination are far from being comparable to these lizard-hunters who are poorly equipped and rely solely on brute force and numbers.

Therefore, although there are many lizard hunters, they are defeated by the mercenaries one after another, without waiting for the magicians to make a move. The leader of the lizardmen hissed and screamed, leaving nearly a hundred corpses behind. The tide generally receded into darkness.

The dwarves did not let their guard down because of this. They quickly withdrew to the entrance to the village, which had been fenced off with branches, as if they were on the verge of a great enemy, guarding against the sudden appearance of the surface people.

Hugo grinned and leaned over to speak to the dwarves, but was nearly pierced through the footboard by a thrown spear, and the dwarven leader brandished a huge hammer and roared at him. But Hugo was dumbfounded and found that he didn't understand at all.

Not to mention him, even the well-informed mages in the team who knew dwarven language were dumbfounded, because they couldn't understand what the other was saying. Everyone could only helplessly cast their eyes to the rear.

Jialan was very helpless to walk out from behind the crowd under the escort of old Jimmy, of course they couldn't understand what the dwarves were saying, because what they said was not "surface dwarf language" or "surface lingua franca" at all, but "underground lingua franca".

Even among these subterranean dwarves, it is a kind of "subterranean language" similar to the dwarven dialect, which is understandable to surface people who have not dealt with subterranean races for thousands of years.

Fortunately, although the times have changed, even in the isolated underground world, some words in the circulating language have changed, but Jialan, who was once complained about by the foreign soul as a "multinational translator", can still roughly understand the conversations of the dwarves near the earth.

The rough skin is slightly brownish-red, and the near-earth dwarves with maroon or brownish-yellow hair on the top are about the same height as their close relatives, the hill dwarves, about 1.2~1.4 meters, but slightly emaciated......

Of course, this "emaciation" is relative to their close relatives on the surface, who eat and drink well, and have a good standard of living, and their weight will not be less than 100 kilograms.

However, with a height of no more than 1.4 meters and a weight of more than 100 kilograms, it has formed an oak barrel shape that is the standard of the dwarven race, and the thick and short limbs are full of tendons and muscles, which appear to be full of strength.

The leader of the dwarves was still saying something loudly in the underworld language with a thick accent, but to Jialan's slight relief, it was probably because of their assistance just now that these near-dwarves who didn't have much affection for surface creatures were just wary of them but not hateful.

“Ni.Hao！Jin.Di.Ai.Ren！”

A string of standard underground dwarven words came out of Jialan's mouth, and although the accent was not as mellow as that of the dwarves, the pronunciation was clear enough for the dwarves of these dialect accents to understand.

The leader of the near-earth dwarves was taken aback, looked at Jialan in dismay, and also gave up using his non-standard "underground lingua franca", and changed to their native language, the underground dwarves: "Surface people, who are you, where do you come from? What is the purpose of coming to our 'Uga Tribe.Bloodmane Village'? Surface people are not welcome here!"

"I'm sorry to come here!"

Jialan smiled softly and said, "But please believe that we have no malicious intentions......!

"You can't be lying!"

The leader of the dwarves questioned, "There have been no surface people in the Gusyas Disen region for thousands of years! The elders of the Uga tribe have said that the terrible world outside has been reduced to ashes under Moradin's 'Hammer of Soul Tempering'!"

He paused, apparently knowing that what he was saying was nothing more than a myth of an elder warning future generations not to leave the underground, but as he knew, there was no passage to the surface in the area of "Gusyas Dessen", and it was said that there was only an underground waterway leading to the surface on the other side of the "Toraksh Marsh Sea" in the "distant" way.

But these surface people appeared from the direction of the "Samaster Holy Land Abyss" behind their village, which shows that the other party is lying!

This discovery made the dwarven leader angry, and he brandished the sledgehammer in his hand and roared, "Liars! you must be spies sent by the slippery lizards!

"But we did come from the temple on the other side of the Great Rift. ”

Jialan was speechless, and stretched out her finger to the corpses of the lizard hunters on the ground, who were in a miserable state of death: "Moreover, if we are the spies of the lizard hunters, is it necessary to help you eliminate the invaders?"

Barend, the leader of the Bloodmane Clan of the Uga Clan, was dumbfounded, yes, if the other party was a spy of the big lizard, what was the need for the other party to suddenly come out and kill all the invaders when they were about to destroy their Bloodmane Village?

"Well, even if you're not a spy of the lizards, what proof do you have that you're from the 'Samast Samast'?"

Barrant asked loudly, "Do you still want to say that you are the Asadron Worshippers under the Sage Samast?"

Jialan was keenly aware of a few key words in the words of the dwarven leader Barent, and although the translation from the underground dwarven language was somewhat inaccurate, it did have some connection to some of the secrets he knew.

While recalling the vague information about the Dragon Worship, Samast, and Asaderon in her memory, Jialan pointed in the direction of the Dragon Worship ruins behind her, and said quietly: "If you are talking about that temple, I can only say yes, it is indeed under my 'control' now." ”

"It's yours, it can't be!"

Barrant didn't expect that his casual sarcastic words would be admitted by the other party, his gray-blue eyes showed a look of fear, and his voice trembled a little: "The Holy Land has been in decline for thousands of years, and there are only guards guarding the Holy Land of the 'Well of Darkness'......"

Although he said this, the huge and somewhat terrifying iron hammer in his hand involuntarily put it down, and he didn't dare to wave it against Jialan again.

The Well of Darkness, the Guards of the Holy Land?

From Barent's words, Jialan felt as if she knew something again, could these near-earth dwarves be the descendants of servants who had been enslaved by the Dragon Worship Sect back then?

"Do you think that the Holy Land has fallen, so that's why you started fighting for territory here?"

Jialan used the skills of "observing words and colors" and "bluffing", took out a ring from the cemetery from his pocket and put it on his hand, and took out a dragon-shaped glass talisman and hung it around his neck: "So what now?"

Although it was a little unbelievable, the dwarf leader stared at the dragon-shaped glass talisman on Jialan's chest with frightened eyes, and stammered, "You... You are... The new Asadron?"

"Do you need proof from me?"

Jialan picked up the dragon-shaped glass talisman and put it to her lips to blow.

"!!No, your honorable Honorable Worshipper, please forgive your servant's offense!

Without waiting for the dwarven leader Barentt to speak, several old dwarven men rushed out of the village, knocked away the dwarven warriors who were guarding the entrance of the village, and threw themselves in front of Jialan with their heads, pleading in horror: "The descendants of your servants have almost forgotten your glow......!