Under the blue sky and white clouds, this vast land is full of greenery, and the tender green pastures grow wildly under the abundant rain in spring. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info In such a long spring, everything recovers, and everywhere is full of vitality. For such a fertile Pai Plateau, Barente is full of attachment, if the gray dwarves can own this vast land, it may not be long before they can become strong enough. At that time, the dwarven kingdom will no longer be just the Seven Great Kings, and there should be a place for the gray dwarves.

It has become very difficult to stop at the bottom of the dirt slope and form a team. The argali, which had taken a lot of poppies, were already difficult to control, and the gray dwarf warriors had to rely on their brute strength and pull the reins to stop the irritable fighting argali, their eyes were already bloodshot, and the huge horns on their heads were shaking constantly, and they were about to lose control.

The gray dwarves standing beside Barrant were holding huge plate axes and shouting at the top of their voices: "Chief Barent, what are you waiting for, we rush up and tear those orc women to pieces, tear them apart!"

At this time, Barrant raised the war hammer in his hand, pressed one hand on the horns of the restless argali, and shouted loudly: "Slaves, pay attention! We must leave some slaves for our old friends of the gray dwarves, Bifculi, those who are as tame as Mianyang and dare not resist, must stay, they are our weapons, armor, mounts and food, those slave traders in the wasteland, waiting for our Excellency Bifculi, to bring them good news!"

At this time, no gray dwarf dared to cross the warhammer in Barent's hand.

Bevercurry on a Guborian horse, now carrying a pair of giant slashes on his back. Damn it, those aristocratic kids had sold his precious colossal slash to the Terran merchants, costing him nearly a hundred gold coins. It was bought back from the money-hungry Terran merchant, who groped his thick yellow beard with his big rough hands. The golden eyes contained a fierce murderous aura.

Bevercuri hesitated a little, then grabbed the reins of Barrant's argali, and said to him: "You let the warriors divide their troops into two ways and wrap them up from the side, these orcs don't have a horse, they can't outrun us at all, let's go around in a circle to avoid their frontal attacks, as far as I know, there is a Terran magician in this tribe, we must be careful of her methods." ”

Barrant glanced meaningfully at the hand that Biffric had grasped at his reins. Sneered contemptuously, "Bevercurry, you have the audacity to even fear the orcs?"

"This is really the biggest joke I've ever heard this year! We gray dwarves can defeat them from the front and in a dignified manner, and the combat strength of these dozens of them probably can't even withstand a single charge of us! Before, I remember that you were the most brave warrior in the lion and tiger tribe, and in the past few years, you have wandered in the wasteland, and you have been chased by the wolf cavalry!"

"Barent. Don't underestimate the Terran magicians!" said Bevercuri hoarsely.

Barrant laughed and said, "You probably forgot that we dwarves have a strong physique and are born with strong anti-demon attributes, and we have fought side by side with elves before. ”

Barentt pushed away Bevercurry's large hand that was gripping his reins. Began to beat the horns of the argali-sheep with a warhammer, and then the grey dwarven warriors followed suit, and slowly the loud tapping sound. It's like a war drum, in an instant. It made the gray dwarf more imposing.

Bevercurry's golden eyes flickered, and he didn't want the gray dwarves to know too much. If they knew that they were just using their power to avenge their brother, he was afraid that he would suffer the wrath of Barent, the leader of the gray dwarves, so he knew that the children on the other side would definitely have magic traps, but he didn't want to tell the news to Barent, so let these gray dwarves suffer some hardship!

How many of those traps can there be? and how many can they hold back the hundreds of argali's cavalry of the gray dwarves? What a joke, even Bifvorcuri thought of this, even he felt that he was too careful, looking at the argali, who had already entered a state of complete excitement, Bifforcuri knew that the attack was about to begin.

...... Beautiful Dividing Line......

Seeing those gray dwarf robbers slowly gathering under the dirt slope, hundreds of people riding argali, gathered together, and there was actually a large area of black oppression. By this time, the old orc Gribaschen had stopped beating the stone drum, and the orc warriors looked extremely ruddy as if they had drunk strong wine, and the fear in their eyes had completely dissipated, and when they stood on the dirt slope and looked down, their eyes revealed a strong sense of war.

These war dances have caused Caterina to be very infected, and she is not so timid.

But I felt that the dance had almost no effect on me and Kuz, and it made me wonder why everyone else had such a strong reaction and not me.

"This is a dance of courage, but it can only boost the morale of the fighters and the courage to fight, this is the most basic war dance. The old orc Gribatichin said slowly beside me.

I was taken aback, not thinking that this old orc would quietly come to me at this time and tell me this: "Ah!"

"You and Young Master Kuz are born warriors, and true orc warriors don't lack the courage to fight, so this kind of war dance will not affect you!" said the old orc Gribaschen lightly. "How can you two lack the courage to fight under the cultivation of Lord Kuru?"

Then I heard the sound of the drums, and when I looked closely, I realized that they were not beating drums, but the grey dwarf robbers beating the huge horns of the argali, which were panting restlessly. The morale of the gray dwarf bandits is increasing little by little. I didn't want to wait any longer, and then I suddenly had a bold idea.

I said to Kuz, "I'm going to bring them here, I can't let them boost their morale like this anymore." ”

Kuz wanted to hold me, but he didn't. Carrying my silver-plated shotgun, I rushed down the hill in a few brisk steps, standing alone on the grass covered with frost scrolls. These Frost Scrolls are almost all of us, the entire scroll of a magic wood chest. Also included are the common Frost Scrolls drawn on the Northern Foothills Wasteland, as well as the eight Ice Grass plants that were later purchased in the town of Gurudin. It was enough for Kig and I to keep us busy for five full nights, making one hundred and thirty-six Enhanced Frost Scrolls.

Count it up. The magic materials we consumed were nearly fifty gold coins, and if all these gold coins were used to buy black flour, it would be enough for the four hundred people of the Raitu tribe to eat for half a year. These gold coins are a lot of money, and even if our magic parchment is equivalent to the amount of white that we have retrieved, the individual cost of these enhanced frost scrolls is very high, and the material cost of each scroll is almost forty silver hammers, and forty silver hammers are equivalent to the wages of two adult orcs for a whole month's labor.

I had the idea that these Frost Magic Scrolls were much more expensive than the melon grenades in my world!

This meadow is not only the more than 100 Enhanced Frost Scrolls, but the surrounding area is also covered with more than 100 ordinary Frost Scrolls, which were brought back from the Northern Foothills Wasteland. At that time, in order to hunt enough demon antelopes, so that the orcs of the Laytu tribe had enough meat to eat, we also tried everything to make a batch of frost magic scrolls, because we had to set up a wide enough hunting belt, so we also did a lot of it that time, and there was a lot left.

For this trip to the Swamp of Death, we didn't want to sell any of our magic scrolls, but I never expected to encounter the gray dwarf bandits the day after I came out of Grudin. The Orc Tribal Elders will proclaim to all the Orcs on the Pai Plateau. The gray dwarves have been extinct on the plateau since then, but where did the hundreds of gray dwarf robbers come from?

"Jiga. Are you crazy! Run back to the old lady!"

Kig's voice remembered behind me, and I glanced back at her faintly, and I wanted to tell her not to worry about me. At least I still have a "magic cloak" in the last moments, which I can use to escape for my life. The reason why I dare to rush forward. It's also because of the Blood Wolf Clan's talent 'self-healing' that Old Kuru gave me, so I don't have to worry too much about getting hurt in battle.

I just looked back at her. She stopped talking, Qige was such a smart person who could see through a person at a glance, and she could tell the other person what she was thinking without speaking, just with her eyes.

When I turned my head, I saw tears welling up from her eyes, and the ruby on her snow-white neck became so delicate that she held back to cover her mouth to keep herself from crying. I know she's in a state of distress at the moment, but I'm just trying to get a chance to win.

She knew that I didn't have to walk into this grassy slope covered with frost scrolls like this, as long as she was willing to withdraw with Caterina, I didn't have to fight so hard, I thought that the moment I turned my head, she must have seen my heart through my eyes, if then Kuz and I would have fought with the orcs of the Raitu tribe until the last moment, but still have a chance to escape for our lives. But things have come to this point, and there is no way back.

The old orcs and young children of the Laitu tribe did not leave, they sat quietly behind the orc warriors, waiting for the last moment to come, they did not trust the fifty temporary orc warriors so much, some of them could not even meet the qualifications of warrior apprentices, but they had the courage to stand in front of all the tribesmen, and used their bodies to block the relatives in the tribe, so they could be called the warriors of the tribe.

The old orcs and children who sat quietly behind the mounds were just quietly waiting for the last moment to come. At this time, if we fail, they choose to embrace their relatives and welcome the coming of death. Escaping is not the work of a dignified orc.

My most concerned Chige and Caterina did not leave, at the last moment they chose to accompany me on the battlefield, just like Geril and Asakusa by Kuz's side, at the last moment, someone always warms my heart, and then suddenly I have the courage to fight, which is also the courage of me to face these gray dwarf robbers alone.

The bitter wind blew on the skin armor of the demon antelope, and through the cracks dried the cold sweat on my chest.

...... Beautiful Dividing Line......

The group of gray dwarf robbers on the other side, seeing a child like me standing on the slope of the mound, aiming at them with a shotgun in both hands, broke out into laughter, and finally in the group of gray dwarf bandits, someone could not hold the reins, and the irritable argali's hooves under his crotch kicked the ground violently and jumped out of the ranks.

The gray dwarf shouted at the crazy argali, but to no avail, he could only turn around and yell at the gray dwarf leader Barent, "Chief, I'll go and get that little cub's head back." ”

In fact, at this time, Barente also intended to send a few gray dwarves to test it, but such a move would inevitably affect his morale. The gray dwarf warriors will think: such a group of orc women and children, just rush up and kill, test the ball! Is their leader already frightened by the orcs in the wasteland?

Barrant was still a little hesitant, the liger Bifvercuri was also a well-known warrior, but in the face of this group of tribal orcs, Barent could feel his cringe, he must have suffered in front of this group of orcs.

At this time, a gray dwarf rode out of the group on an argali, and killed the child on the grassy slope, which was exactly what Barrant meant.

"Hahaha, cowardly Alan, you're so fucking brave to go and go alone with a little kid. ”

"Who got his name! These timid words are too apt, haha!"

The gray dwarf warriors saw that there were people around them who couldn't wait to make meritorious contributions, and finally began to sneer at the gray dwarf who jumped out of the crowd, and then began to laugh unscrupulously, they hadn't laughed like this for a long time, and they had eaten the wind and sand on the side of Qinghai Lake for almost a season, and now they could finally fight happily.

Bifculi breathed a sigh of relief as he rode his horse, fearing the recklessness of the grey dwarf leader Barent, who might pour out his anger on himself if the grey dwarf robbers were to suffer. If you are careful, the battle should be easy, and these gray dwarf warriors can also bury the little cubs hiding in the orc tribe on the other side with an axe thrown by themselves.

He didn't expect these gray dwarf robbers to make much of a storm in the western wilderness, and the wolf cavalry of the Blood Wolf Clan might soon be able to chase after them, and the nose of the Blood Wolf Cavalry was similar to that of the wasteland hyenas, and they could chase these gray dwarves into the rat hole all the time. When the time comes, he will be able to continue in the wilderness and be a robber of freedom.

...... Beautiful Dividing Line......

Watching the gray dwarf sit down on the battle argali, he rushed over like crazy. This guy was very careful, even though he was facing a child like me, the gray dwarf warrior still raised the black iron shield very carefully, protecting his face, throat, and chest, he was covered in gray dwarven scale armor, and in his other hand he held a one-handed copper hammer, which looked very heavy.

The way he looked at me was a little hideous, like a beast hungry for blood. The battle argali, which is the least capable of charging among the mounts, is characterized by being good at mountain warfare, but in this steppe, the argali, which is far less useful than the Gubolai horse. I held my shotgun and waited quietly for him to hurry up and get within my range.

In the four fields, it was so quiet at this moment, as if I had lost my sense of hearing, and from a distance there was the sound of sheep's hooves "stomping", and the "whoosh" of the heavy chain mail rubbing against each other I can even hear the heavy gasping sound of the argali, my fingers hooked the bracket, my magic perception spread into the distance, at this moment, my golden spiritual sea continues to spread outward, I can clearly feel everything around me without eyes, I can clearly feel the magic power contained in the grassy slope, the restrained magic power of those magic scrolls is stacked on this piece of land of one hundred and ten meters, I can even feel the heartbeat of the knight riding on the argali.

Just as he was about to exhale all the air he had inhaled into his lungs, the argali, which jumped into the air, my index finger clicked on the bracket. (To be continued.) )