Ashrufat searched around for a while, and found the remains of two other dwarves, or rather dwarves. One of them was struck by the dragon's slam blow, and his bones were crushed, turning into a bloody mess. The other was even worse - under the dragon's flames, the chain mail on his body melted into his body. In other words, the one Mimilu finds is the only one who still has a breath. But it's just a breath.

In this way, things are easy to understand. The three dwarves joined forces to ambush the dragon and attack it with war machines, and the battle ended in defeat and the dragon died, but the three dwarves did not live to celebrate the victory. Although the dwarves were prepared, the dragon burst out with much more force than they expected before it died.

It was late at night. It's the turn of spring and summer, and the nights in the southern mountains are exceptionally quiet. The campfire was burning, and tongues of fire licked the wood, which was not very dry, and made a crackling sound. There weren't a lot of bugs at night, so it was a very calm night. Only the smell of blood in the air still lingered.

The two large fish are slaughtered, cleaned, coated with condiments, and have an enticing aroma above the campfire. Mimilu crouched by the campfire, staring at the two fish, flipping from time to time. Both of these fish were secretly caught in a nearby mountain pool.

"Master, can you eat?" Mimilu asked again.

"No, it's not time yet. Ashrufat replied. Although he no longer feels the need for ordinary food, his cooking skills have been further improved by the increased sense of smell. Just by the smell, he could tell that the fish was not fully cooked.

There was a low groan from the other side of the campfire.

"Master, the dwarf, he's awake. Mimilu reminded.

Ashrufat moved the fish a little away to allow it to smoke for a long time. When he had done this, he got up and walked over to the dwarf. The dwarf was badly wounded, his chest struck with the ferocity of the dragon's claws, and his armor was split along with the flesh, injuring his internal organs. Although Ashrufat had bandaged it to the best of his ability, this level of injury could not be cured with medical treatment at the level of "battlefield first aid". Even the tenacious vitality of the dwarves is difficult to sustain. Of course, Ashrufat was not very sure about this, and many books on the subject described the tenacity and tenacity of the dwarves, enough to kill a human but not stop a dwarf from continuing to fight.

The dwarf spoke a few words in a language that Ashrufat did not understand, but after seeing Ashrufat, he changed to the lingua franca of humanity.

"Where am I?, human!" his lingua franca wasn't accurate, but barely enough to communicate. "Do I see an enemy or a friend?"

"We're still in the mountains. Ashrufat replied. "Rest assured, you are by the side of a friend and do not have to worry about your own safety. ”

"What happened to the dragon? Did I kill it?" ......he asked, eagerly, and his quick speech touched his wound and made him groan of pain.

"You killed it. Ashrufat replied. "The dragon is dead, and I confirmed its body. ”

"Yes...... I know that the Tao works...... The new ballista I invented was the best, and I decided to name it 'Dragon Terminator,' and ......his laughter further drew on the injury, causing him to let out a low cough. "What about my companion?" he asked as the cough stopped.

"It's a pity that they all died under the dying counterattack of the dragon. Ashrufat replied truthfully. "Slaying dragons is a dangerous thing to do, it's up to the three of you...... It's just too risky. ”

"I'm a member of the Lava Clan. The dwarf said. "My name is ......"

He spat out a string of familiar and unfamiliar syllables, which made Ashruphat stunned, almost thinking that he had misheard.

"Human, what's your name?" the dwarf asked.

"It's a coincidence. Ashrufat smiled. "We have the same name, and my name is Ashrufat. ”

"Aha...... This is truly a blessing from Mogrim. We're so lucky to have ......the same name!

"Not a duplicate name, master. In her mind, Carrie suddenly interjected. "He just said it in the language of the dwarves, although the pronunciation is the same, but it is a complete coincidence, and the meaning of the name is completely different. ”

"What did you do to slay the dragon?" asked Ashrufat. And there were only three of them.

"I want to be a Grand Forge, and I believe that my 'Dragon Terminator' is an amazing creation. The dwarf replied. "But I don't have the prestige to have my 'Dragon Terminator' participate in the Grand Foundry Competition. So I decided to use my 'Dragon Terminator' to erase a record in the Book of Hate and prove its power to everyone. This dragon once attacked an innocent caravan and killed dozens of my compatriots. Because of this, there is also a record about it in the Book of Hate. So I did it with two like-minded guys. ”

"Master, the Book of Hate is a tradition of the Dwarves. In her head, Carrie explained softly. "They keep a record of all the crimes committed against their people in the book of hatred, and are always waiting for an opportunity for revenge. Even if the offender dies, his descendants will be held accountable for his crimes. ”

"You succeeded. Ashrufat replied. "Your ballista is really good. ”

"I said it was an amazing invention. The dwarf let out a smug laugh. This time he laughed loudly, but he didn't cough or touch the wound, but Ashrufat knew that this was not to say that his wound had healed. In fact, the opposite is true. "By the way, where's my backpack?"

"Here. Ashrufat picked up his backpack and handed it to the dwarf.

"Human, thank you so much for saving me. The dwarf said. "But...... Looks like...... I can't hold on anymore. He gasped for air. "I had planned to go to the city of the High King after slaying the dragon, and find my brother there. He served in the army of the High King. But now it seems that I can't get past it. ”

He let out a gloomy laugh as one hand fumbled for a letter from his backpack.

"I give you all my possessions. He shoved his backpack into Ashrufat's hand. "At the cost of this, will you give this letter to a dwarf? They will give the letter to my brother...... Of course, it would be better if you could hand it over to my brother yourself...... But that's hard for you humans to do. ”

Ashrufat didn't speak, just silently took something from his hand. The dwarf lay on the ground, his eyes looking at the night sky, and he breathed heavily, and the sound of leaking air could be heard in his breath. "Is there any wine?" he said suddenly.

"Yes. "Ashruphat didn't bring any wine, but he found supplies hidden by the dwarves at the dragon-slaying site, including wine. In fact, there is a lot of alcohol.

He took out his cup and poured a glass for himself and the other party. The dwarf raised his cup and drank it down. As the alcohol wore down, he slowly began to get excited again, as if the injuries on his body had completely disappeared. The two of them drank glass by glass, and Ashrufat listened to each other's bragging.

"If only it would be nice to be a dwarf, in that case, since we have the same name, maybe you will be able to fulfill my last wish. It's a pity you're a human. The dwarf drank a large cup and said suddenly. "And you don't have a beard either. ”

"Last wish?"

"I want to be a great forger and let all my fellow citizens marvel at my great inventions, and at the same time let all the dwarves know about our lava tribe!"

In his words, the so-called lava tribe is just a small tribe.

"Don't worry, you have other relatives who will help you fulfill your last wishes. Ashruphat did his best to comfort him.

"Nope. The dwarf put down his cup and shook his head. "The Lava Tribe no longer exists...... Volcanic eruptions and strange plagues have destroyed our people......" his voice was low and full of grief.

"A long time ago, my tribe moved to the Northlands. He recounted. "There, for a time, we were prosperous and populous. But then...... The humans who believe in evil gods are coming. We had a lot of battles with them, many, many times, and we won every battle, but we were still stuck at the end of the day...... Cut off from other tribes. Then the volcano erupted...... Most of my people died in this unexpected disaster...... Then came the strange plague, and when I returned to my tribe, I saw only corpses all over the place...... Now the Lava Tribe is just me and my brother. And my brother didn't know about this tragedy...... Our clan may never prosper again, but the two of us will defend the honor of our clan and make it something that all dwarves look up to. With trembling hands, he took off a necklace from his neck, the pendant of which had a glittering symbol, an anvil placed on top of lava.

"If Mogrim's blessing is with you, maybe one day you will meet my brother...... No, I could feel Mogrim's revelation. It's definitely not for nothing that I met someone with the same name as me before I die...... You'll definitely be able to meet my brother. The dwarf said, and by some time his eyes were filled with tears. "When the time comes, please tell him about my worst situation, tell him about what I've achieved, and make him always proud of me. ”

He breathed loudly, then poured down the last glass of wine.

"I'm tired, take a break. The dwarf whispered, then leaned against a stone. His hand let go, and the glass slipped from his hand and rolled all the way to the campfire. His head hung as if he were asleep.

"I'll do your thing, my friend of the same name. Ashrufat put the letter away. I don't know what Lu Dao is for, watching this dwarf of the same name die, he also feels it in his heart.

"What will happen to me?" he asked himself in a voice that he could only hear.

"The hosts. Mimilu tugged at his cloak on the side. "He's dead. She whispered.

"I know. Ashrufat looked at the dwarf, and now, the power of life had completely left this body.

After daybreak, Ashruphat stepped onto his nightmare horse again. The dragon who took over this place was dead, and now he could follow that mountain path without worrying about anything else. After he rode forward, he looked back at the camp he had had been in from last night. At the edge of the camp, there is a tomb that is not particularly conspicuous, and a dwarf with his name is buried here.

"The hosts. Mimilu jumped on the back of the Nightmare Pony and crouched behind Ashrufat. Now that there is no more complicated terrain in front of them, there is no need for Mimilu to explore the way, just follow the gentle terrain.

"Mimilu, we're off. Ashrufat said.

Sivania is ahead.