Ride and Cut

The dwarves were not bureaucratic, they were really having a meeting.

A stone house with no extra decorations except a few chairs. Robbie faced the fireplace, silently watching the boiling tea in the iron kettle. Sendak stood behind him with his hands in his trouser pockets. Farther away, several white-haired dwarf elders sat in the center of the room, and one of them stood up and began to explain his point of view, trying to win the support of others.

"This is our most important secret, and I object to it being revealed to anyone but us dwarves."

"An important secret may not be important to others." Sendak is actually very old, but in this room he is still a young man with a more radical view.

"Besides, without the help of Lord Richard, the tribe might have been broken by the Minotaurs."

"He didn't want to help us. That person has his own purpose. Maybe he wants to share the profits of the iron mine, or something else." The elder who spoke first responded.

Ordinary dwarves may be relatively simple, but these old men in charge of a tribe have long been human beings. They will not easily believe that Dian Dian came to help him is a partner of justice, and there must be deeper interests behind it.

"But it did help us objectively, and I don't think anyone can deny that."

The true expression of dwarf simplicity is that they do appreciate the kindness of others, a rare virtue among humans.

Another elder tapped his finger on the handrail and said to his colleagues, "I think Sendak's idea has his reasons."

"Seconded."

"be opposed to."

"be opposed to."

The attitudes of the several elders fell into a stalemate, and they looked at each other, all of them were dissatisfied with each other.

"Elders." Robbie turned around. This was the first time he had taken the initiative to speak at an elder meeting since he assumed the duties of patriarch. Perhaps because of nervousness, his voice trembled slightly.

"We must admit that the chance of not being successful still exists, and the shadow of failure has never gone away."

He didn't specify, but the other elders obviously knew what was being said and nodded slightly in agreement.

"With Brother Li Cha's strength, Xu Hui is the last hope. After all, there is no one in the tribe as strong as him."

After a while of whispering, the new point of view finally won the support of most elders.

"Adjourn the meeting and execute."

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When Robbie and Sendak found Richard, the latter was looking for whips all over the world.

The two giant monster shamans curled up in the corner as if they had done something wrong, their simple and honest brows huddled together, looking very sad. The problem is that with their size, even if they are curled up, they are almost as tall as a dwarf stone house.

Nehru sat next to the two team leaders watching all this, gloating with a dog-faced smile.

Dozens of Minotaurs were knocked down in the last battle, and Nehru was not in the system queue, so all the experience was cheap with the stone skin technique.

That large amount of experience allowed him to advance directly to two levels, and naturally followed by an increase in intelligence. Hmph, he is a very promising troll shaman. After brewing for a while, he also awakened a new earth spell.

This was originally a good thing, but it was this spell that almost made the lord into a heart attack, because its name was - fertile soil.

"Which spell to awaken should be random." Annie was trying to dissuade Richard's violent tendencies.

"No, it must have something to do with my inclination. The two of them just deserve a beating." Nehru immediately chose to raise his hand to expose it.

Soil fertility, as the name suggests, can increase the fertility of the soil, making it more suitable for crop growth.

What the lord wants most is the powerful evocation spells, and the next best thing is stone skin spells, which are blessing spells. But in any case, "fertile soil" is too useless for Alpine Fort - the climate of the wilderness itself is not suitable for the development of planting.

Fertilization of the soil also has a very old and slightly ironic nickname: the best spell.

This nickname can be traced back to a school of magic called the Physiocrats during the Freedom Doctrine period. Their main point of view is that agriculture is the foundation of survival, so magic should stay away from wars, and all spells used should serve the development of agriculture.

The spell of fertile soil is highly respected by the representative of the school, the Archmage Quesnay, and he unsparingly praised it as the best spell in the world.

This kind of pastoralism is undoubtedly very beautiful and even lovely. Unfortunately, this beauty and loveliness cannot be accepted by most people in the world. The Physiocratism in history was only a flash in the pan and then disappeared without causing a wave.

They are committed to peace, but the world has not given them peace. Thoughts not defended by force are weaker than straw paper.

"Brother Li Cha, don't be angry, the elders have something to do with you." Robby spread his arms and blocked him.

The lord gave up the idea of ​​jumping over his head out of reason.

"What's the matter?" Annie breathed a sigh of relief, and asked one more question.

"Trivia about logistical supplies and tactical arrangements." Sendak lied quietly.

Voya Trading Company and Alpine Fort are both friends of the dwarves, but there is an essential difference between the friends who make money together and the friends who give charcoal in times of crisis, so there is only one target for sharing secrets.

Li Cha thought that there was something important, so he threw the whip he just got aside without saying a word, and before he left, he still gave a pitiful look.

There was a relatively spacious stone house nearby that served as the dwarf's meeting hall, but Richard found that their destination was not there, but gradually walked in a remote direction.

"Aren't the elders in the meeting hall?" He was a little curious.

In my impression, the group of old clappers were all pale due to lack of sun exposure, so maybe they went to supplement the sun collectively.

"Waiting for you ahead." Sendak responded with his head raised.

"Brother Li Cha, do you know why we must stick to the place under our feet?" Robbie asked suddenly while walking on the road.

"Guard the iron ore that your gods have given you." Li Cha's tone was subconsciously a little hesitant. After all, no one had ever seen a god, and he was inherently lacking in awe of unproven things.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted a little. After all, since the dwarves can fight for the present, their beliefs should be unimaginably pious for ordinary people. He didn't want to have a falling out with the dwarf because of a little bit of mouth problems.

However, it turns out that such concerns are completely unnecessary.

Neither Sendak nor Robbie was angry at all, and they didn't behave like devout believers at all.

"Actually...that's only part of the reason."

Walking side by side, Richard was condescending and could only see the top of Robbie's head. He didn't know what his facial expression was, but he could also hear the complicated and tangled emotions hidden in his tone.

"Wait." Li Cha closed his eyes and pinched his brows, no matter how dull he was, he could feel the abnormality, "I'm going to hear a secret next, right?"

"It's not hearing, but seeing." Sendak quickened his pace.