The tribe of Hoel is a tribe of mountain dwarves of several thousand people. They were very fortunate to find a rich vein under this mountain.

Luckily for them, this vast and inhospitable plateau has kept the greedy humans from expanding, and they have been able to enjoy this resource exclusively because of the rugged terrain that is difficult to transport. In fact, the dwarves moved to the underground and inhospitable mountains in large part because they were unable to contend with the powerful and rapidly expanding human race, even with the protection of the earth goddess.

The tribe was scattered in the middle of the mountain, the largest in the vicinity, and was made of hard boulders throughout. But the dwarves naturally have the means to carve caves into the mountains, no matter how strong, and this is their gift.

But compared to caveman dwarves who live entirely underground in underground mines, they are more open and stronger. The stone huts scattered around the clearing indicate that they were not exactly burrowing. In the evening, when the sun is not so strong, there are dwarves moving among the grass and bushes, and they are about to light a campfire and spend a wonderful evening full of spirits and songs, and the lively atmosphere is slowly consolidating.

"This is our tribe. Hoel led the way, greeting the dwarves along the way, leading them to a quaint stone house closest to the cave.

"Grandpa Priest, I've hired a good helper to deal with Venom Wyverns. Hoel jumped down from the goat and ran to the house, and the black goat shook his head and went to graze on his own.

In a few moments, Hoel walked out with an old dwarf with a yellow, wrinkled face. The old dwarf wore a tan robe and carried a thick wooden staff. It seemed to be a magic staff, but Allegri was very suspicious that he could swing a thick wooden staff to knock himself out of the shoe.

"Thank you very much for your help," the old priest smiled, his gaze swept over the three of them one by one, "Mighty warrior, half-elven ranger...... Ah, and a magician. ”

"This is what we should do, we killed one of your lambs by mistake," Allegrischli, who felt a heavy force on the old dwarf, "I don't know where that venom wyvern is, we want to solve the problem as soon as possible." ”

"Don't worry, please enjoy the wine and food first," the dwarven priest laughed, leading them in the direction of the fire, "Venom Wyverns don't come out to forage at night, so it's safe at night." ”

"It's underestimated. "Illo stabbed Allegri.

"To be honest, Venom Wyvern is hard to deal with, and I'm more interested in food. Allegri disagreed.

"To be honest, I've forgotten what wine tastes like. Dios licked his chapped lips with a look of intent to kill.

Chunks of bacon and roast, coarse but delicious cereals, and large bowls of liquor are dwarven favorites.

The mountain dwarves, though equally stubborn, were not as xenophobic as the cavemen, and the priest only gave a few words before they cheered and accepted the three of them into the meal.

Aside from those days in Wigan, it was probably the happiest moment for the Allegri trio. No matter how good Illo's cooking skills are, there is a feeling that he will not love anymore if he eats too much, so now they feast on it, even if Illo himself is the same.

One of the most enjoyable of them all was Dios, whose strong size and generous drinking soon made him a mess with the dwarves. And next to Illo, except for Allegri and a few words to him, the dwarves completely treated him as air, and ignored him. It was the first time that the handsome Illo had received this kind of treatment, and he looked left and right frequently, and seemed to be a little uncomfortable.

"The mercenary group sent by the Mercenary Guild should arrive in the next few days, and it should be more certain to encircle and suppress that venom wyvern when the time comes. The priest introduced.

"Actually......" Allegri wanted to say that his mercenary group should be able to deal with a Venom Wyvern, but he shook his head and gave up.

"Grandpa Priest, their strength is very strong," Haul interjected, "especially Mr. Allegri, who made a large stone explode with a wave of his hand. ”

"Yes......" the old priest touched the dwarf's head, "we can take risks, but we can't let our friends take risks." ”

"But there are daily wounds in the tribe, and there are great losses in the flock," Hoel argued, "and the mercenary group doesn't know when the mercenary group will come." ”

"But ......"

"Grandpa Priest, I am willing to go with them. ”

The old priest groaned, and was about to speak, when Illo suddenly stood up and frowned,

"As if we don't have to go, I feel a flying creature approaching ......"

"What?"

"Look at that—"

In the evening sky, a distant shadow was flying towards it, and the silhouette of the silhouette passing in the setting sun was none other than a venom wyvern flapping its wings.

"How come, the Venom Wyvern won't attack us at night......" The old dwarf hurriedly stood up and said in a loud voice, "The Wyvern is here, go back quickly!"

The dwarves suddenly jumped up with a scream, and before they had time to collect the food on the ground, they beckoned their companions from afar to run towards the cave and the house, and the old priest stood in the middle, commanding loudly,

"Drive the sheep back to the cave, quick!"

Venom Wyverns, high-level creatures, are a type of wurm. They have a serpent-like head and wings that spread out to four to five meters. The venom produced by the venom glands in the throat is their primary weapon, but don't overlook their powerful claws and slender fangs, which can be just as deadly in hand-to-hand combat.

The dwarves rushed towards the cave, their stubby bodies often colliding together, like spinning tops spinning at full speed. Strong dwarven warriors gathered and hid in the shadows of their houses and watchtowers, trying to find a chance to fight back.

The Venom Wyvern has a peculiar attack, spewing venom from the sky to the lower reaches of the earth, scattering dwarves and goats, and then quickly swooping down to capture lone prey. The putrefaction fluid in their bodies melts their prey into liquid nutrients, so dwarves are on their list of prey.

Seeing that the clansmen had almost evacuated, the old priest also pulled the three of them into a stone house and observed the situation of the flying dragon through the window.

As it was approaching evening, the goats had been driven into the cave, so it was likely that the wyvern had found nothing, and the old priest was not very worried.

Screaming sharply, the dark green venom wyvern with yellow stripes had already arrived at its hunting ground, spitting out clouds of viscous venom, and the infested ground suddenly burst into bursts of white mist, accompanied by a slight sound.

"This is an adult wyvern, very venomous, and most likely in heat. Illo squinted slightly, observing and speaking his judgment.

"Let it vent for a while, and it will be gone," the old priest wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, "the sheep and the children are hiding, and it can't catch anything." ”

"Where's Hoel?" asked Dios, looking around suddenly.

"Oh no, Babi is still outside!" Allegri thought for a moment and frowned.

"Babi?" Illo was puzzled.

"It's Hoel's goat mount. Hearing the old priest's explanation, the faces of the four changed drastically. Could it be that the dwarf just slipped out of the dwarf to find his goat? That would be the Venom Wyvern's most visible target.

An unusually high-pitched roar suddenly came from outside the window, and the strong sound of the wind indicated that a behemoth was passing through the rooftop, the sound of a venom wyvern swooping down to hunt.

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