Matangin, the capital of the dwarven kingdom of Lombupbaton, is located on the majestic Matangin Plateau. Led by Gonzas, they spared more than a dozen S-bends along the way, and finally arrived at the city of the legendary king of the hills.

Like Monroa, Matangin was dug into the mountain, except in the city's gates.

The gray and ancient main gate of Matangin is majestic and majestic, and four towering original stone pillars are erected on the left and right sides, each about 20 meters high, and the thick waist of the mixed yuan cannot even be surrounded by five people holding hands.

Two heavy black iron doors were tightly closed, and a dwarf with a thick beard was carved into the cold façade. The dwarf raised his axe, his face solemn, his cold eyes staring ahead.

"Dane Orio Groin......" Fiona muttered as she stared at the relief on the iron door.

"What?" Rynon asked Fiona.

"The prehistoric dwarf King Dane Groin. It's the relief on the iron gate. ”

After listening to Fiona's introduction, Ruinon looked at it with interest, "It turns out that this benevolent brother set off the war in the world." It's really unseemly. ”

"@#¥¥%?" Just as Ruinon and his party were chatting, there was a sharp question from the front. A small window opened in the large tight iron door, revealing a pair of wary eyes.

"Rainon Stamoko, from Kevin Rus, has come to meet His Highness Mivanoto Orio Groin, the great Dwarven King, on behalf of the Xuanqing Rebels. As he spoke, Ronon handed over a letter of recommendation from Barrow Maidon, the lord of Monroa City. "Do you think he understands the lingua franca of the road?" he then turned back to Fiona and Silver.

"It doesn't matter if he understands it or not, as long as he can read the letter of recommendation. Fiona turned her head and snorted, "I don't want to be in this dirty, smelly place for a second." ”

The doorman cautiously stretched out his hand from the window, took the letter of recommendation, and then scanned Ruinon and his party with a vigilant gaze and closed the window.

"He's not going to just give my letter of recommendation to embezzlement, is he?" said Ronon in a low voice, staring at the big black iron door. When the small window is closed, it fits perfectly with the flat metal façade, and not even a needle can be inserted. "It is worthy of being the best forging race on the Middle-earth continent!" "Ruinon had to sincerely admire the skills of the dwarven craftsmen from the bottom of his heart.

"Hmph! Such a rotten iron door, sister, I can burn it with just one breath ......of fire," Gonzas said dismissively, and then it took a deep breath, puffing out its plump chest and making a gesture to breathe fire.

"Ahh

"Click!", the small window opened again, and the doorman handed the letter back to Ruinon, and then said in the stiff road language, "Wait a moment." In this way, Ruinong and his party waited outside the door for more than ten minutes, and then the black iron gate slowly opened in a thunderous roar.

"This door is made to be atmospheric, but I think it must be a low, dirty hole inside...... "Fiona, as an elf, still has a great prejudice against dwarves, but she quickly shut her mouth obediently.

The door slowly opened, and a bright beam of fire seeped out from the crack in the door, which couldn't help but make people think about what kind of world was behind the door. The iron gate was fully opened, revealing a golden castle surrounded by thousands of torches that illuminated the dimly lit dungeon.

"What a ......," Sylph couldn't help but sigh.

"I have to say...... These dwarfs are really a bit level. Fiona frowned, reluctantly admitting.

Matangin was built in the same mountain as Monroa, but the buildings in Monroa were dug into the rock wall and the middle was empty, but Matangin hollowed out the mountain and erected a castle as tall and majestic as the mountain.

Renon raised his head and looked at the castle curiously, thinking: What if compared to the Phantom Palace, I wonder which one is bigger?

"Idiot, of course Matankin!" the nightmare roared in Rinon's mind.

"But the Phantom Palace has a bigger footprint!"

"What's the use of big? It's just an empty space that no one wants. Rinon squatted with the Nightmare as he slowly entered Matangin Castle after the Dwarven Guards.

Along the way, the height of Ronon and his party made the aborigines of Matangin on both sides frequently turn their heads sideways. In fact, in the capital of the dwarven country, on the streets of Matangin, it is not uncommon for elders, and thousands of humans come to Lombbaton to do business every month, but to talk about elves...... There was simply not one in the millennia after the end of the prehistoric race wars. As a result, Fiona and Silver became the center of attention, and all kinds of curious and angry eyes flocked to them.

Fiona and Silver bowed their heads in crampedness, crushing the large hood of their cloaks low.

As we walked, we crossed a busy street, turned two corners, crossed a footbridge to the right, climbed a spiral staircase, entered a deserted hall, passed through a colonnade, and finally stopped in front of a large and tidy square.

"Each ...... ......," the dwarven guard spoke again, "wait...... Moment. His tone was strange and slow. Rynon couldn't help but laugh every time he heard him speak, but because of the current tension between the dwarves and the human elves, Rynon held back.

There weren't a few people in the square, but a pair of heavily armed patrols walked in circles along the edge of the square.

I don't know how long it took, Ruinon, who was squatting on the ground, yawned loudly: "Ten laps ......"

"What?" asked Fiona, puzzled.

"The patrol has already walked around the square ten times. ”

"Ah......" Sylph yawned in Rinnon's arms, "Sylph is dead." ”

"Oh my God, what a moment, how long is that dwarf going to keep us waiting?" said Rinon to his feet, holding Sylph in his arms, shaking his numb feet.

"Snorr!" came the loud snoring of Gonzas from behind.

"The drunkard dragon simply fell asleep...... Damn!"

"Distinguished guests, I've kept you waiting. Suddenly, a pleasant female voice sounded behind Ruinon, "Everyone, please come with me." "The standard of the continental lingua franca is fluent, without any accent, and it sounds more standard than the Byzantines.

"Damn, when has it been?...... you made us wait" The enraged Renon turned around and was about to curse angrily, only to see a female dwarf dressed in flowers and branches looking at them with a smile on her face, and the three-foot nameless fire suddenly vented half, "Uh...... Let's go...... Good!"

"It's useless!" the nightmare snorted dissatisfied.

Renon dragged Gonzas by his feet through the square, and walked to the palace of the dwarven king Vanotto Groin under the astonished gaze of the patrol.

"The king is waiting for everyone in his private study on the west side. Now, you're outside the door, but I'll report it first. After saying that, the female dwarf performed a standard human etiquette to Ronon and the others, and then turned and walked away.

"Wait...... Wait again...... As if our time was worthless. Renon sighed, sat down on the steps of the door, and buckled his feet without any image. (Reader O: The legendary big man who picks his feet? is the same as the author?Author: Damn! This has been exposed?)

"At least you'll be able to see the Dwarven King, won't you?" Fiona stood with her back against the wall, "Are you ready?"

"Ready?"

"What are you going to see the Dwarven King for, the Grand League of Races, or is it for the grave of the Warhammer?"

"Ahh ”

Fiona shook her head and said, "Not enough, and Queen Lyrela of Birchini." The Grand League of Races isn't just a matter for human families. ”

After thinking about it, Rui Nong nodded and said, "Diplomacy is not my specialty, so let's leave it all to Xuan Qingyi!" After speaking, he took out a pen and paper, wrote a letter hastily and threw it into the communication brazier.

Finally, the female dwarf appeared in front of Rainon and the others again. "Everybody, come with me. ”

The doors to the Dwarven King's private study opened one by one, and the guards on both sides stood up and saluted. However, Renon noticed that they all had one thing in common: they both blushed and their cheeks bulged on both sides.

Is this a dwarven custom? Ruinon thought in doubt.

When the guests were gone away and the gate was closed, the dwarven guards couldn't hold back any longer, and they laughed unbridledly. "Oh ha!¥%#¥%¥......" (Why are these elders who come to Jin to see His Majesty so weird?Which country are they from?Drag women like trailers...... Laughing. ）

Arriving at the door of the study, Renon noticed that he was still dragging the sleeping Gonzas. "This ...... My companion she ......"

"That's easy, I'll arrange a quiet room, you guys go in first." Don't keep the king waiting. ”

"Then please, Xie Luxie. After thanking him, Ruinon lightly slammed the door three times, and the heavy rosewood door made three muffled sounds.

"Squeak!" a maid came out and pushed the heavy wooden door to the sides with graceful movements. Rui Nong was secretly surprised when he saw it: This sister has a lot of strength. After entering the private study of the dwarf king Groyin, Rainon was once again surprised. (Reader P: Hey, how many times has it been in a row? Will this word be used too much?Author: How many times? Not much, not much, as long as you don't eat a pound in the hut, it's not much.) Soy Sauce Party: Vomit ...... Hardcore ...... ）

This is not so much a private study as a chapel of the Holy Church of Light. The high dome arches gracefully and is dotted with diamonds and night pearls, reflecting the wealth and luxury of the owner, and the golden wallpaper reflects the dense torches on both sides, gilding the guards on either side with a brilliant layer of gold.

The study is rectangular in shape and covers a large area, but there is not much in the open room, except for two poor rows of small bookshelves at the end of the "church", on which a few worn-out books are stacked in a mess. What is remarkable is that there are countless gray stone slabs stacked on the shelves, densely carved with symbols that are both familiar and unfamiliar. "Ancient scripts, uh, and dwarven scripts. Ruinon searched for the words on it with his mental strength, but unfortunately he didn't recognize any of them.

The leading dwarf led Ronon through the fierce and majestic gaze of the guards until he came to a stop in front of a five-story semicircular staircase. Ruinon raised his head, his gaze slowly up the stairs, and finally settled on a fat pig dressed in rich clothes. Comparing the reliefs he saw outside the gates of Matangin, he couldn't help but be amazed by what he saw here.

The bloated dwarven king Vanotto Groyin reclined on a chair made of pure gold, and in front of it was a delicate little round table filled with fresh fruits and vegetables from all over the world, and of course rye wine was indispensable.

A maid stretched out her hand, elegantly plucked a delicate grape, carefully peeled it, and sent it into the mouth of Groyin.

Grosin's eyelids twitched slightly, and a satisfied grunt came out of her nostrils, and she chewed lazily twice before spitting the grape seed into the maid's hand.

If no one had reminded him that this was the capital of Lombbaton, the palace of Matangin, if it weren't for his friend's plans of the Grand League of Races, if it weren't for the soul stone, Rainon would have jumped up and shouted, "This is not a dwarf king!"

"I'm a little skeptical about the authenticity of the dwarven king reliefs on the city gates...... Aren't the dwarves crooked themselves?" the nightmare's tone had a strong rhetorical tinge in it.

"I feel the same way!"

"The guests are here, Your Majesty the Great Groyin. The dwarf who led the way slowly came to Vanotto Groyin and knelt down on her knees.

Groyin didn't even bother to open his eyelids, just raised his finger slightly, and hummed indistinctly from his mouth.

The maid seemed to have a sense of understanding, reached out and picked up a pale yellow, round fruit, peeled it with a knife, and cut it piece by piece and fed it to Groyin. Until the fruit was finished, Groyin didn't even look at Renon and them, as if they had fallen into invisibility.

Fiona's face was extremely bad, and she had obviously lost her patience. Ruinon forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, pulled her sleeve to show patience, and tried his best to put on a calm appearance.

"The future of the Xuanqing Righteous Army is actually in the hands of such a person...... I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. Renon asked Nightmare depressedly.

"Misfortune and blessing are relied upon, and blessing and misfortune are lurking. Such a person is not all bad for the Xuanqing Righteous Army. ”

"Really?"

"Don't you think it's easier to control such mediocrity? The key to forming an alliance with the dwarves is not how wise and decisive their leader is, but how many magic crystal cannons and how many sophisticated enchanted weapons his craftsmen can provide us with. ”

"Wow, you've been with the wrong person for more than ten years. You should follow Xuan Qingyi instead of me. Ruinon smiled and said silently.

"With him, we'll break up sooner or later. Nightmare thought for a moment and said, "As long as we can control their leaders and don't let them resell weapons and equipment to both sides, we'll win half the battle." ”

"When you say that, I'm full of confidence. Let's get rid of that pig!" said Rinon as he strode up the steps, ignoring the dwarven guards swarming behind him. PS: Second update

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