Marcy Wildhammer was very anxious at this time, and kept turning his head to look at the confined door.

After the Dwarf King left the Dwarven Valley with his people last night, he decided to stay.

Because there are still six to seven hundred clansmen here, these clansmen are his relatives and friends, he is not willing to abandon them.

If Patriarch Rabiot can really bring back reinforcements, Massi believes that he can become an internal response.

He has full confidence in this.

But at this time, Massi was a little worried and nervous about the next meeting.

Because he was about to face the horrible force that destroyed tens of thousands of orc armies-vampires.

He is well aware of the characteristics of dark creatures, bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty, cruel and indifferent. In various legends, vampires are well-deserved villains of the word Tianzi.

Even the Abyssal Demon is inferior to a vampire to some extent.

Because the reputation of these dark beings is too evil, it has become so evil that all races are wary of them.

Even though the dwarves don't have much contact with vampires, no one dares to underestimate these exaggerated dark beings.

Although I don't know why these vampires didn't directly attack the dwarves last night, Marcy absolutely does not believe that these vampires are really so kind and friendly.

The insidious cunning of dark creatures has been promoted in the legends of all races.

The waiting time was very long, and Marcy only felt that it had been a year before the door was pushed open.

Step to step~

The leather boots made a unique sound when they stepped on the hardwood floor.

Reed wearing a black robe stepped into the dwarf's room.

Some curious eyes looked at the room left and right, the room was obviously dwarf style, rough and solid.

The room was about four blades high, and everything around it seemed a bit short. The table was a bit shorter than normal, the threshold was a bit shorter, and even the fireplace on the wall was a size shorter.

The house is very clean, the floor is made of gray hardwood, and the stripes clearly exude the unique fragrance of wood.

The surrounding houses are made of gray stones, and the layers are distinct, and the firmness of them can be felt at night.

Dwarves’ talent for construction is second only to mining and forging weapons.

A gray wooden table was placed in the middle of the house, and a few slightly lower chairs were placed around it. A dwarf wearing armor and very alert eyes was standing by the glassless window watching him.

The dwarf in front of him has pale blonde hair like an old oil painting, his beard is linen, and his height is a little shorter than an ordinary dwarf, about 1.4 blades.

However, the strong muscles on his body bulged his armor high, and the pointed warhammer weighing at least three hundred pounds and two ends higher than the dwarf demonstrated the terrifying power of this dwarf.

The unique body structure of the dwarves coupled with the long-term forging of weapons gives them extremely powerful power, even if they fight hard with the average height of two-edged orcs.

The moment Marcy saw Reed, he immediately lifted his heart, and a bit of shock flashed in his eyes.

Because he couldn't sense any aura from this vampire, this dark creature, elegant and aristocratic, looked like an ordinary person in front of him.

Marcy took a deep breath, even the 18th-level Rabiot couldn't hide in front of him, but the vampire didn't let him notice the slightest breath.

He knew that he had met a strong man he could not even imagine.

Two steps forward, his five fingers clenched his fists and hung on his chest.

"Wildhammer tribe dwarf warrior-Marcy Wildhammer greets you, respected strong man."

To treat the strong, we must maintain sufficient respect.

This is the most widely spread first rule of glory.

Even if the opponent is an enemy, it is a cruel and **** dark creature in the legend.

Reed nodded, stepped forward and sat unceremoniously at the gray round table, leaned back on the chair slightly, and tapped lightly with his slender right hand on the table.

Marcy Wildhammer

Title: Hand of Forging (With flexible hands, it can increase the success rate by 50 when forging weapons, and is good at creating small weapons with a volume below half a blade.)

Level: 14

Age: 267

Introduction: A dwarf of the Wildhammer tribe, a craftsman who likes to forge small things.

Marcy? ? How does this name feel a bit second in second?

Reed murmured secretly, the attributes of this dwarf were not strong, even average.

But a dwarf is a dwarf, and any one that comes out has a good forging talent.

"Dwarf, what can you do to see me?"

Seeing Reed with deep eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts, Marcy took a deep breath and said loudly.

"Dear strong man, may I ask, why restrict the dwarves from leaving?"

Since the orcs were cleaned up last night, the dwarves have been restricted by the blood.

Although they did not imprison them, those high-level combat powers have been hunting around them. Bone Dragon, Castro, Corso, the deterrent power of this giant is invincible.

So although the dwarves broke free from the enslavement of the orcs, they did not get the freedom they wanted.

"Why? Dwarf, are you questioning me?"

The tone of Reed is not hurried or slow, but it carries a strong pressure.

His eyes gradually became sharp, "Now, everything on this land is my spoils, including the dwarves..."

Hearing this, Ma Xi immediately became angry, "No, you have no right to restrict our freedom. I need to lead my people to leave now!!"

"Why?" An indifferent arc hung from the corner of Reed's mouth.

"Because we are dwarves, not your spoils!!" Massi fought hard.

Reed shook his head, taunting a bit, "Not our spoils? Orcs?"

Ma Xi's face instantly stiffened, and he opened his mouth but didn't know how to refute.

Being enslaved by the orcs was something he deeply regarded as a shame.

Reed didn't care too much, stood up and put both hands on the table, leaned down and stared at the dwarf opposite.

"If it weren't for Master Warren's request, believe me, the dwarf is now a prisoner."

Master Warren? ?

There was a bit of surprise on Massi's face, "Are you the reinforcements invited by Master Warren?!"

Reed turned the corner of his mouth slightly, and shook his head under the expectant gaze of the other party, "No, in fact, the dwarf refused to become an ally with the Holy Light.

Now we are fighting for ourselves. "

These words directly made Marcy's mood sink to the bottom.

"Go and inform your people that you are going to live in a new city."

Marcy shook his head sharply, "No, we will not leave this land that belongs to us"

"Now it belongs to the Holy Light Blood Race,"

"You guys are robbers!!"

"In fact, our occupation of this land has nothing to do with the dwarves, this land was captured by the Holy Light Blood Race from the orcs.

As for you, you are just slaves to the orcs. What does it have to do with this land? "

Reed waved his hand to stop Marcy who was still arguing, "The dwarf prince Anakin is also in my city.

Now that your king is gone, I think you need a new leader. "

"Do not......"

Reed didn't give Marcy any more room to speak, and continued to be tough.

"This is not a discussion with you, Dwarf.

If you don't care about your clan, once a problem occurs, the Holy Light Blood Clan will not show mercy.

Or, do you have the strength to resist the dragon? "

Marcy clenched his fists tightly when he heard the undisguised threat, but after seeing the skull dragon hunting in the sky outside the window, all his anger was immediately suppressed.

This is a vampire with a bone dragon! !

What does the dwarf resist?

The most important thing is that the king of the dwarves has already left. In the future, he will bring an army of dwarves to step down here to save them.

After this idea arose, Marcy's resistance to resistance plummeted.

Seeing the dignified atmosphere, Reed slowly straightened up, neatly tidying up the wrinkled robe on his body, and said lightly.

"Marcy, you are a clever dwarf. I know you have unwillingness and anger in your heart, but the weak in this world have never had the right to choose.

You want revenge, yes, wait until your king comes with enough reinforcements.

Before that, what you have to do is not resist, but cooperate.

If I were you, the best way would be to lie down and quietly accumulate the power of the dwarves, and wait until the day that foreign aid comes.

Or temporarily agree to my request, look for the flaws of the Holy Light Blood Race in the dark, and destroy it from the inside to achieve your goal.

Instead of wearing worn-out armor like now, hungry and confronting a group of powerful enemies supported by dragons on their heads.

This is not very courage, this is stupid! !

I thought that if the king of the dwarf was still there, he would definitely not do that. "

This shocked Marcy's heart. It made sense, but it felt so weird to say it from a vampire and an enemy who was about to enslave the dwarves.

Besides, you can see so clearly, do I still have a chance?

The **** of forging is above, this vampire must be an apostle sent by the evil god! !

Reed took a deep look at the dwarf, "I want to tell you that the Holy Light Blood Race is not malicious to the dwarf. You certainly don't believe it, but I assure you.

As long as the dwarves don’t wield weapons at the Light Blood Race, then you will not be harmed.”

He has been peeping at these natural forging events for a long time since he knew the news of the dwarves. As for the harm or not, hum, when he returns to the city of dawn, these guys are not at his disposal.

Should dig pits and mines, should forge weapons, forge weapons, shouldn't you enjoy such a good treatment for 996?

As for whether the dwarf wants it or not, he has a way to make the dwarf work for him.

Do you want to spend money on meals? Do I need to spend money on housing? You don’t need Yinpuke like eating, drinking and wearing?

It’s easy to make money. Go to work, forge weapons, build houses, mine ore... There is always a job suitable for you~lightnovelpub.net~ These dwarves are powerful laborers in his eyes. , And it is the kind that can make them work hard at a small price.

Marcy looked at the dark eyes of Reed, don't know why, he always felt that although this vampire would not hurt the dwarf, he was not very kind.

But now...

Marcy turned his head and glanced out the window. The once glorious dwarf city had been destroyed by war, and the broken city made him feel a pain.

What makes him feel like a knife is that the dwarves of the once powerful and confident Wildhammer tribe are huddling together under the inspection of the bone dragon, their eyes are all blank.

After being enslaved by the orcs, the dwarves have lost the right to choose their own destiny.

They have no strength to resist.

"I hope you can keep your promise"

Reed shows a pure, kind and innocent smile.

"Of course, I am a city lord who has a noble character and praised by countless people."