Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Dwarves' Plea for Help "We can't go it alone anymore!
Patriarch!
Our warriors are dying!
Quentin Iron Hand pleaded with his patriarch Saladin Thunderhammer with his eyes wide open.
"What can you do if you don't fight alone!?
Ask for the steppe elves who are weakened as soon as they enter the ground?
Or the humans on the plains who were killed by the orcs to the point of being a little bit of the population?!
Saladin Thunderhammer was heavily bandaged, blood oozing from his abdomen, and the dwarven patriarch felt deep anger and sorrow at the thought of the calamity that had befallen his own people.
"It's all that damn mine, how much time do we have?"
Saladin Thunderhammer struggled to sit up from the hospital bed and reached out to grab his sledgehammer, but before he could hold it steadily, the copper hammer, which was 1.5 meters long and weighed 100 kilograms, fell to the ground with a loud noise, shaking out the dust between the cracks in the stone slabs.
"It's not more than three days, and the crypt people are also masters of burrowing, and the section of tunnel we blew up won't stop them for long."
Quentin Iron Hand said, estimating.
"Ahem!
Damn black skin!
Damn the Cryptmen!
Saladin dusted off his dusty beard and jumped out of bed, grabbing a sledgehammer with both hands and slung it to his shoulder.
Quentin Iron Hand was different from most dwarves' fiery tempers, and when he saw that the patriarch did not listen to his advice, he did not complain, but just stood there silently.
Saladin Thunderhammer walked to the door with the hammer on his shoulder, suddenly stopped, and said with his back to Quentin.
"Quentin!
You're the youngest master blacksmith in the clan, so go check it out to the humans, and if we can get some herbs, we might be able to hold on for a little longer. ” As Saladin Thunderhammer's cough faded away, Quentin Iron Hand was caught in a dilemma.
The dwarven mines are two hundred and fifty kilometers away from human territory in a straight line, and it is not easy for a race that has been mining underground for many years to walk on the ground, and it is possible to travel five hundred kilometers without a mount in three days?
"If you don't try, there won't be miracles."
Quentin Iron Hand's gaze was unwavering.
A 180-centimeter human can walk a distance of 0.8 to 1 meter in one step, and a dwarf 120 centimeters tall can step 0.4 to 0.6 meters in one step.
In this way, Quentin needs 500,000 steps to cover a distance of 250 kilometers.
The western part of the Rodnik Territory has hardly been developed, and the dwarves do not know much about the road that runs through the Rodnik Territory, Quentin Iron Hand trudged through the forest-like grass as tall as him, and the thick soles and palms of his feet and palms that he had exercised in mining and striking iron are still strong, but the inner skin of his thighs has been worn out, and the salty sweat of every step will make Quentin grin in pain, and the water bladder on his body has been emptied, fortunately, there is still some standing water in the low-lying areas of the northern hills.
For the third time, Quentin had forced himself to drink the stagnant water, which was a little smelly mixed with bird droppings.
The seemingly never-ending trek even for the resolute dwarves could not help but feel a trace of despair in their hearts.
"How long will it take to get there?
Can I really get there?
Even if you go to human territory, can you really save the tribe?
Quentin paused abruptly and slapped himself a few times.
"What am I thinking, I will definitely be able to go!
There must be a way for humanity to help us!
The Iron Hand family will never have a dwarf who gives up halfway!
Quentin shook his sweaty head and stepped forward again.
"Where did you find this dwarf?"
Zhao Yannian looked at the dwarf who was still in a coma on horseback by the guards and asked.
"By the River" Luna's answer was succinct.
"It's more than a hundred kilometers from where the dwarves live, right?
How did he end up there?
Zhao Yannian was very curious that dwarves in his territory that he hadn't seen a few times in a year would appear on the ground.
"Did you faint at the time?"
Zhao Yannian bent down and looked up at the appearance of the dwarf, with a brown beard on his face, his eyes were closed in pain, which was similar to the blacksmith dwarf that Zhao Yannian had seen in Ivorda before, as a human Zhao Yannian It was difficult to see the difference between these bearded guys.
"Hmm," Luna followed behind Zhao Yannian, indifferent to the dwarf's life or death.
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"A few people will carry him down, and I'll see if there's any help."
Zhao Yannian commanded the guards to lift the dwarves off their horses.
Placing the dwarf flat on the ground, Zhao Yannian first tried the dwarf's breathing, then looked at the pupils, checked his heartbeat and pulse, and finally pried open his mouth and looked at the tongue coating.
"This dwarf has food poisoning, prepare a basin of water for me, and I will wash his stomach."
Zhao Yannian said to the guards with a calm expression.
A pile of filth spat out, and the dwarf woke up with a snort.
"What did you eat on the ground?"
Zhao Yannian asked at the dwarf.
The dwarf suddenly jumped up from the ground and grabbed Zhao Yannian's trouser leg and said something loudly, but Zhao Yannian didn't understand dwarf language.
"Don't speak the lingua franca of humanity?
This is a bit of a problem. ” Zhao Yannian turned around and was about to ask the people present if they could understand the dwarf's language, but when the dwarf saw that Zhao Yannian was leaving, he stretched out his hand to hug Zhao Yannian's thigh and didn't let go.
Being entangled by a short man who doesn't understand the language makes Zhao Yannian feel very bad, if it is a one-meter-two little Lori hugging his thighs, it is reasonable, a short man with a full beard is still a male, this is too unappetizing.
Zhao Yannian didn't talk nonsense, raised his hand, and with a spiritual shock, he put the dwarf down again, and then took out Xilu and the learning machine to debug it a few times and threw the dwarf in.
When Quentin Iron Hand woke up again, he found that he was surprisingly calm, and that he could understand all the words of the human sitting across from him.
"Can you tell me what magic you used on me?
I can hear what you're saying, and I don't even feel a little impatient now.
The dwarf asked Zhao Yannian calmly.
"It's just a little magic so we can communicate better."
Zhao Yannian found that the tranquil effect of his control system was surprisingly good, and the dwarf was now as peaceful as a wise man.
"Can you tell me why you're on the ground?"
Zhao Yannian asked.
"Who are you?"
The dwarf looked up and down Zhao Yannian, then looked at the furnishings of the tent before asking Zhao Yannian.
"I'm the lord here, and theoretically you're my lord too."
Zhao Yannian replied patiently.
"Lord Lord, please save our Bronze Dwarves."
The dwarf jumped out of the chair and knelt down to Zhao Yannian.
"Oh, what happened to you dwarves?"
Zhao Yannian was very surprised that the powerful dwarf clan would ask him for help.
"Here's the thing, my people dug through the underground world when they dug the tunnel half a year ago, originally digging through the underground world is a common thing for dwarves, and even some dwarves live in the underground world, but I didn't expect that we just dug the tunnel and were discovered by a dark elf tribe, these dark elves rushed into our home with a large number of creatures from the underground world and captured many of our clansmen."
Quentin Iron Hand was still furious when he recalled the scene when his people were captured half a year ago, and even Zhao Yannian's spell almost lost its effect.
"Outnumbered, we had no choice but to rely on destroying the tunnel to buy time, originally we thought that as long as we destroyed a tunnel, those dark elves would die, but unexpectedly, this time the dark elves didn't know what medicine they had taken wrong, and they refused to give up the chase for us.
Every once in a while, the Cryptmen dig through the tunnels we have destroyed, and then the Dark Elves attack us, and now there are less than 2,000 dwarves left of my people.
The dwarf said this, and looked at Zhao Yannian on his knees.
"You get up first, I'm not used to people kneeling to talk to me."
Zhao Yannian looked down at the dwarf on the ground, and his neck ached.
"Your Excellency, you are an equal and forgiving lord."
Quentin Iron Hand praised Zhao Yannian and climbed onto the chair with raised cushions again.
"If you acknowledge my rule, I do have a duty to save you, but can you tell me more about your strength and that of your enemies?"
Zhao Yannian knew in his heart that there were not many people in his territory who could fight, and if he wanted to rescue the dwarves, he might have to find another way.
"We bronze dwarves, both men and women, are capable warriors, and most of the adult dwarves have the strength of human intermediate warriors, in addition to which we have eight hundred heavily armored warriors equivalent to human great swordsmen.
The Dark Elf tribe has more than 5,000 people every time it attacks, and its general strength is also equivalent to that of human intermediate warriors, and some of them are equal in strength to our heavily armored warriors with dual swords.
Originally, the two of us should be evenly matched, but every time they attacked, they would bring a large number of monsters with them, and a steady stream of underground monsters had drained the blood of our tribe, and now we no longer have the strength to compete with them.
The dwarf thought for a moment.
Zhao Yannian couldn't help but fall silent when he heard the dwarf's narration, he only had six hundred warriors under his command, and most of them were recruits who had just received primary combat training, these warriors were probably not enough for five thousand dark elves and a large number of underground monsters, and it was still unknown how much combat power humans could exert in the dark mines.
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"What about the prairie elves?
Aren't you allies?
Why didn't they help you?
Zhao Yannian had to try to find some help for himself.
"Those long ears do want to help us, but as soon as they enter the mines, their strength is half weakened, and the steppe elves without the protection of the steppe winds are as weak as the dwarves without hammers."
Quentin Iron Hand said, shaking his head.
"Well, then this matter may not have reached the point of despair."
Zhao Yannian heard that the grassland elves were willing to help the dwarves, so he immediately fought the idea of these long-eared girls with an average height of one and a half meters but came and went like the wind.
"By the way, what did you eat after you came out of the ground?"
Zhao Yannian suddenly remembered something and asked.
"After my water bladder was empty, I drank the stagnant water a few times, but as soon as the water got in my mouth I wanted to vomit, and then I found some fruit on the hillside, and they made me hold on to the river, and then I don't remember what happened."
Quentin Iron Hand recalls what happened when he came out.
"Don't eat brightly colored fruits in the future."
Zhao Yannian patted the dwarf's head helplessly.