"Undead?" Voss exclaimed, "Oh my God, this time it's really going to hell!"

Voss is almost mad, no one dares to come to work in this place if there are undead creatures, and if this news spreads again, whoever dares to live here among the inhabitants of Mosodor, the great dwarven city will become a legendary ghost town. The more Voss thought about it, the more serious he felt, and he hurriedly said, "I've got to get everyone to a meeting right now!

With that, Voss hurriedly packed up his things and led the two back to the upper floor of Mosodor. Voth had arranged a place for Savin and Lawn to live, and he was busy gathering the important people of the dwarves for a meeting. Savin leaned on the windowsill and looked at the city, which could not distinguish between day and night, and couldn't help but think of what he had just seen.

It was not the first time that the undead had heard of Savan, who had heard Osiris's say that the undead had been around since ancient times, and for a time they even wreaked havoc on the entire continent, causing a large number of human losses. Later, after all kinds of efforts, these terrible undead creatures were finally wiped out.

However, seeing the undead again today, Savin couldn't help but be suspicious of the ancient legends, maybe they were not wiped out at all, but they were just driven underground, and now they were inadvertently dug up by the dwarves......

"My lord, I want to report this matter to the Magic Guild, what do you think?" said to Rawn suddenly.

Sawin thought for a while, then nodded: "Yes, I also think that it is better to let the Magic Guild know about this matter, but this matter must be kept secret, just tell Main alone, I believe he will deal with it at his discretion." ”

Lawn agreed, and Sawan turned his gaze back to the lights in the darkness outside the window, and he had an indescribable feeling that there was some special connection behind this incident. As for why he felt this way, Sawan couldn't say for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, Voss came to Savyn and told him that an emergency meeting would be held tomorrow to discuss how to deal with the undead, and that Savin and Lawn would join him. Sawan naturally has no opinion, he is here for this, it would be better to be able to participate in the meeting, he was ready to be excluded, after all, this is an internal matter of the dwarves.

The next day, Vos came to summon Savin and Lawn to a meeting, a place where they couldn't tell the difference between day and night, and it was a shame that the dwarves kept their schedules. The two of them followed Voss to the council chamber of Mosodor, which was actually a large cavern, with a huge wooden round table in the center, and dozens of dwarves sat down around the table.

The meeting had been going on for a while, and when Sawin and the others came in, the dwarves were red-faced, so no one paid any attention to them.

"Your idea is absolutely not good, just use stones to put the pit up, it will not solve the fundamental problem at all!" shouted a white-bearded dwarf slapping the table vigorously.

"What the hell, what do you say? Do you dare to go down and see what the hell?" the other dwarf retorted, foaming at the mouth.

The voices in the council hall were loud and loud, and the dwarves' rough voices were like thunderbolts exploding in the council hall, and the sound of slapping tables, chairs and benches was also ringing non-stop. Savin couldn't help frowning, this is a meeting, it's no different from a quarrel!Voss shrugged and said, "That's how dwarven meetings are, that's why I don't like to stay with them." ”

After the three of them sat down, they did not rush to speak, but quietly listened to the discussion of others, although all the people present were the elite of the dwarves, either the master of weapon making, or the master of construction, but because of the long period of no war, the opinions put forward by everyone were almost not very practical, so the quarrel for a long time did not have a result.

Finally, when the dwarves were starting to get tired and panting, Voss stood up and said, "Guys, please listen to me and tell me what I think. ”

Voss waited for a few seconds, and when no one interjected, he continued: "These two people around me are friends who have recently visited me, and it was thanks to their help yesterday that I was able to see that the monster at the bottom of the pit was actually undead. All the dwarves nodded amicably to Savin Lawn, and they both nodded in return.

Voss added, "I think it's a long-term solution to completely eradicate these undead creatures, so I think the best thing to do is to send someone down to check them out first, so that we can work out a way to get rid of them." ”

"We've talked about this for a long time, but no one dares to go down!" someone immediately objected.

"That's it, no one knows about the situation below, who here has dealt with the undead? Since they don't dare to go down, don't talk about this ......"

"That's enough!" Voss slapped the table and shouted, "You cowards!

"Hey, who are you talking about, little ghost?" someone said dissatisfiedly: "Don't forget, you have only been attending this high-level meeting for a few days, and we have walked more bridges than you have walked, and you dare to be disrespectful!"

Sawin saw that the dwarves were arguing fiercely, but as an outsider, he was not easy to interject, so he could only listen patiently. At this time, Voss was overwhelmed by the others, and finally he was already angry, so he slapped the table and said, "How about I go down? Do you dare to go down with me?"

With this roar, there was no sound in the council room, and everyone obediently closed their mouths. Savan secretly admired in his heart, Voss really had some leadership qualifications, and dared to take responsibility at critical times, much better than those who could only play tricks. Savan stood up suddenly, patted Voss on the shoulder and said, "If Vos goes, I'll go down with him too!"

Seeing that Sawin had already spoken, Lawn sighed secretly and stood up. The other dwarves all looked at the three of them with their mouths wide open, like fools about to be sent to their deaths. There was nothing more to say, and no one else dared to raise any objections unless he dared to say what he had to say.

Savin is actually very satisfied with this situation, so that he is no longer an outsider, not only worthy of his friends, but also a friend of the entire dwarven clan as long as the matter is done, at that time, is it afraid that it will not be possible to recruit a group of dwarven craftsmen?

Voss also offered to have a winch installed at the edge of the pit so that they could go down to the pit, a request that was a piece of cake for the skilled Mosodor, who was full of skilled craftsmen, and everything was ready in less than half a day. Sawan suddenly remembered one thing, he didn't have a weapon yet, although he was a master of art and bold, but after all, it was the first time to face an undead creature, and he always had to be more stable if he had a weapon.

Voss said: "It's simple, the dwarves don't want anything else, there are a lot of weapons in the storehouse, you can choose at will, and they are all free." ”

Sawin said: "I'm afraid it's not good to be free, so it's better to give some more." ”

Voss pursed his lips and said, "What to give, give them money, are they embarrassed to ask for it? If it weren't for my Liat, they would be a fart weapon!"

As soon as Savan heard the reason, he was no longer polite, and followed Voss to the exhibition hall. The exhibition hall is a place where various dwarven craftsmen submit their work for judging, and only objects that have received unanimous praise are displayed here, which is regarded as a high honor by dwarven craftsmen.

Entering the exhibition hall, Voss led Savin straight to the weapons hall, where thousands of weapons were placed, all of which were made by dwarven craftsmen. Voss pointed with his hand and said, "Pick whatever you like, take whichever you like." ”

"No one else will have an opinion, right?" asked Sawin again, uneasy.

"Don't worry, they don't dare to say anything, if they dare to say more, let him go down with us. Voss grinned.

With Voss as a surety, Savin had nothing to be polite about, he stepped over to the weapons and looked at them one by one. Sawin himself didn't know much about weapons, let alone the level of materials and craftsmanship, he just had to find a guy who looked more sturdy and durable, and the most important thing was that the portion was enough, otherwise he would feel extremely inadequate.

Looking at it, Savan's eyes were suddenly drawn to a sword.

(End of chapter)