"Hey, Maddenmiser, unless you plan to stand here for the rest of your life, we should go in." Valan actually speaks French very well, but his acquaintances are all mercenaries from the empire, including elves.

He spoke with a pure urban accent.

Sophie squatted next to a small pit that had just been dug out. Because she was wiping tears, her face looked like a peasant woman during spring plowing.

"Let's go together. We can't spare the manpower to escort you home. To be honest, I don't trust you to go back by yourself. If you die on the road, your father will definitely blame me, so you must go with us.

." The dwarf forcibly picked up Sophie, showing no mercy that human men are accustomed to.

"I'm just curious, how much did your family pay for my head?" The partners immediately stopped talking, this was an interesting question.

"Three thousand gold francs..." Sophie was helpless and could only answer honestly.

Riley whistled and made a beheading gesture: "This money is enough to buy a castle in my hometown."

"Maybe it comes with a hostess, I heard that there are many pretty widows left in Reikland." One-eyed Tom added, completely ignoring Nasom's long face. He turned to the elf, "right? Knight

grown ups."

Tom thought he was smart enough not to mention the title of Paladin, but he ignored how harsh the title was, and it also brought back too many memories of the past that the elf did not want to recall.

"How would I know?" Christina said coldly and stepped onto the steps in front of the fortress.

The bloodstains on the masonry floor had long since dried, but the marks and unpleasant smell left behind still tortured everyone's nerves. The traces of bloodstains pointed to the half-open door, and the sunlight only illuminated a small part of it.

Part of the deeper part is so dark that nothing can be seen. Presumably there is a lot of space in the fortress. You can get a glimpse of the whole thing just by looking at the door that is several people high. The wind blowing from it makes a "whimpering" sound, telling

With its current desolation.

"Let me take the lead, girl." Varan grabbed the elf, "Don't you know the dwarves? It is unlucky for a guest to enter before the owner."

Of course she knew him, but Flint Furnace stayed in the empire to accompany her. Christina entrusted little Leon to the dwarves. Although Ivy was very strong and kept the house in order, a little girl

After all, he is not as reliable as the old dwarf.

Aura found some fresh branches from the woods beside the square, and the female dwarf wrapped them in rags and made a torch.

"The function of light is more than just illumination." Before everyone could appreciate the weight of his words, Varan had already entered the door, and the thick darkness quickly swallowed up the orange firelight, which was small enough to be ignored.

Aura distributed torches one by one by the iron gate, not even leaving the elves behind. Christina looked suspiciously at the cloth strip soaked in lamp oil on the top of the stick, wondering how long she could hold on.

The dwarf led the way. He groped along the wall, and the elf heard him talking to himself. "No," "no," "not yet."

"Ah, there it is!" Valan held down a brick and pushed it inward.

No matter what mechanism he activated, no one had used it for a long time. Dust spewed out, choking Christina and covering her mouth and nose. Everyone was coughing, and the sound passed back and forth in the passage for a long time.

If it weren't for the blood on the ground and Sophie's frightened expression, the elf would have thought there was nothing here.

The stones rubbed against the stones, making a tooth-breaking noise, followed by the sound of liquid flowing. The dwarf pressed the torch somewhere on the wall.

With a "boom", the fire turned into a flowing bright line, moving quickly along the protruding part of the stone wall, extending to a distance that the elves could not see. Aura was in charge of the other side. She seemed unfamiliar with it, and she couldn't find anything after touching it for a long time.

turn up.

"Alas, today's young people." Varan sighed and moved his short legs to help his female subordinates.

The two fire dragons dazzled brightly, revealing a spacious aisle that could accommodate dozens of people walking side by side.

"Wow!" Nasom opened his mouth and didn't even notice that the torch in his hand fell to his feet. Everyone's reaction was similar to hers. Even the well-informed noble lady was shocked and speechless.

"Welcome to Karak-Horn." The dwarf's pride was mixed with deep sadness, "My dear hometown."

The fire dispelled the darkness and illuminated the walls more than ten meters high on both sides. After seeing the content above, Christina finally understood the reason for the extravagance and waste of the dwarf craftsmen. The walls were all painted with reliefs, and even after two hundred years, the colors on them were still the same.

Not all of them have been dropped yet, and you can still get a glimpse of what they were like back then.

"This is... a dragon?" Nasom pointed to a sculpture painted red. The paint on it had peeled off so much that the originally majestic red dragon looked a bit funny.

"Of course. Could it be a big lizard?" The dwarf was stroking the wall affectionately, savoring the uneven carvings with his fingertips. He was very unhappy to be disturbed.

"No, I mean, didn't you leave two hundred years ago?" Nasom was afraid that Valan would regard her as a fool and was eager to defend himself.

"Well, humans always think that the world revolves around them." This sentence is more like saying to himself than an answer.

"How do you think the previous human empire that ruled the entire continent perished?"

"Dragon!" The dwarf slapped the red dragon's claws, shaking off a lot of crumbling patent leather.

A woman can be forgiven for not knowing history. The two male mercenaries were both witnesses of the last dragon war. Now they were scratched. Why not seize the opportunity to show off? The men got together and discussed

The place where the evil dragon army appeared over the past few hundred years.

Women are not very interested in this kind of topic. Nasom knocked on the wall with his dagger, trying to find a similar mechanism to save the lost face. The taciturn Aura was oiling her crossbow, and her delicate movements revealed that she had

I love this weapon so much. Sophie was in an awkward position. She and these people were enemies and didn't know anyone, so she had to hold her hands and study the paintings on the wall one by one.

"Where are those enemies?" Christina found that she was the only one still holding a weapon. She had to quickly add some rationality to avoid being laughed at.

"After each meal, they will rest for a period of time before moving." The dwarf's sinister tone was so cold that even two burning lighting strips could not dispel it.

"Eat!" Sophie called, she came to the dwarf and stared at him with her head down.

"Who is eating? Who is the food? Say it quickly! Wei Ge!" The eldest lady's teeth were chattering, and with her Farak accent, it was difficult to hear what she was saying.

"Do you really want to know?" The dwarf's expression became closer and closer to the mural on the wall.

Seeing that Sophie was about to cry again, Riley pulled her away from the dwarf, took off his cloak and put it on the mage. She seemed to need more warmth than usual.

"Have you seen those..." The elf thought for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable word.

Cannibals? Christina racked her brains to recall the inhuman creatures she had seen.

The greenskin tribe is barbaric, but the orcs and goblins will not feed on humans, and they can also integrate into human society during peacetime, such as the goblin butler Old George.

I wonder how it is doing? The elf is very impressed by this kind goblin.

Lizardmen? Christina has not seen much. From the beginning to the end of the Dragon War, the Knights of the Church did not catch up with any big battles. These scaly guys are more like mage-driven golems than creatures. That is to say, they don’t like it.

He doesn't talk much and doesn't eat or drink much.

As for the other cannibals, none seemed to have the heart to remove the corpse.

When Christina finished her random thoughts, the dwarf looked up at her, his thick eyebrows touching.

"I have seen it, of course I have seen it, every dwarf who escaped from the Horn Castle has seen it." He glanced at Aura, "Except for her, she is less than a hundred years old! She is very young."

"What is that?" Sophie forced her way between the two of them. Even though she was not familiar with Christina, she still grabbed the elf's arm to encourage her.

"Rat." Valan's habit of selling off will definitely be carried into the coffin.

Before Sophie couldn't help but slap him, the dwarf added another valuable sentence.

"It's a big, big rat." The dwarf's words were muffled by the loud noise coming from the direction of the exit.

The iron door of Karak-Hearn was closed again, and sunlight filtered in through the gap that had been knocked out before, helping the partners confirm their positions.

The mercenaries opened their eyes wide, and Sophie hugged the elf tightly, as if the two were close friends. Aura was also frightened, and Christina's face changed when she saw her.

It was Varan again, only he nodded as if he had known for a long time.

"The pastor is not exaggerating. This is indeed Model's miracle."

"Is this Model's intention to trap us here?" Tom asked.

He had already tried it, and Riley and Nasom also helped. The iron door didn't move at all. It was knocked out of position and he could only stretch out one arm.

The one-eyed mercenary was panting heavily and sweating profusely. He had obviously exhausted all his strength in front of the door.

"The oracle is always vague. It probably means that this gate is guarded by Model himself, and no enemy of the dwarves can leave." Varan touched his beard, and there was no gold pendant on it, which made him very uncomfortable.

"I have personally seen the enemies of the dwarves rush out and kill each other." Sophie was full of resentment, and her words were sarcastic.

"Didn't they manage to get far?" Varan shrugged, "Maybe God means that as long as all the enemies inside are dead, he will open the door and let us go."

"It's just us?" If he hadn't been worried about being in the same room with a group of monsters that killed all the cavalry, Riley would have wanted to yell.

"Don't worry, I have already prepared." Varan was full of confidence.

The companions turned away one after another, everyone had seen the dwarf's "preparation".

"Destroy our enemies, recover Karak-Horn, and return the Mithril Pit to the dwarves. This is my ideal." The dwarf put his hands on his hips and puffed up his belly. "I have been planning for a long time, and there is no way it will happen.

question."

Except for the elves and Aura, no one was listening to the dwarf. The three mercenaries pulled the mage aside, and Christina heard them asking Sophie if she knew how to teleport.

"Teleportation?" The noble lady reacted like a country bumpkin who had just entered the city.
Chapter completed!