Chapter Twenty-Nine: Rescue "Ahh Is this a magic item?!
Fly so fast!
"The tranquil effect is now gone, and the dwarf Quentin Iron Hand is sitting on the magic speeder.
The magic flying car flew over the western hills of the Rodnik Domain, and after a simple exchange, Zhao Yannian had already learned the origin of this young dwarf who was tied to the co-pilot seat by him.
Quentin Iron Hand, forty years old, is still an out-and-out youth for the dwarves with an average life span of more than two hundred and fifty years, he has been pursuing the highest peak of blacksmithing since he could pick up a hammer, and now he is only forty years old, he is already the youngest blacksmith master of the bronze dwarf clan, and Quentin Iron Hand, who has never been to the ground, has no experience of surviving on the ground.
As the descendants of the Titans, the dwarves are very physically strong, this unlucky guy who drank dirty water and gnawed poisonous fruits in the wild, and then walked more than a hundred kilometers before falling by the river, and after being washed by Zhao Yannian's stomach, he could immediately become alive after pouring a bottle of life potion into his stomach.
The seat belts on the magic speed car are not used by the dwarves, and their size determines that the cross part of the seat belt will be tied to their faces, so Zhao Yannian got a rope to tie him firmly to the seat despite the dwarves' protests.
"Do you know the terrain here?"
Zhao Yannian turned the magic flying car at an angle so that the dwarves could see the mountainous landscape clearly.
"I guess it's a little impressive......
It doesn't seem to be ......," Quentin Iron Hand's eyes widened, trying to find his way to where he had come.
"Quentin, we have to hurry, you just said that those crypt people will dig your settlement in three days, and you have been walking for about a day after you came out, no one knows how long you have been unconscious, and your dwarf calendar is different from that of humans, so if we don't hurry up, I'm afraid your people will really have to fight with the dark elves."
Zhao Yannian looked at Quentin Iron Hand, who had searched all the way but had never been able to find the route to the Bronze Dwarf Settlement, and couldn't help but urge a little anxiously.
"I'm looking!
I'm trying my best to find it!
But everywhere the damn ground is green, how could the dwarves find their way!
Quentin Tieshou was also anxious now, complaining loudly in Zhao Yannian's urging.
"You should know where your cave is, what is the highest peak?"
Zhao Yannian asked the dwarf like an ant on a hot pot.
"Of course, the Bronze Clan lives on the highest mountain!"
Quentin Iron Hand replied without thinking.
"Okay, let's fly to the mountains and then look for it slowly."
Zhao Yannian decided that he couldn't waste any more time.
"Hold on to the handles, we're going to speed up!"
With the dwarf's exclamation, the magic car spewed out a three-meter-long dark blue flame and rushed towards Hulu Mountain to the west.
Time was running out for the Bronze Dwarves, and Saladin Thunderhammer could already be heard as the Cryptmen's pickaxes clanged as he lay on the walls.
Maybe an hour, maybe two hours, and the home of the bronze dwarves will be slaughtered again by the dark elves, retreating?
No!
Bronze dwarves have no cowards!
Saladin Thunderhammer sent Quentin Iron Hand, the most talented blacksmith among the bronze dwarves, out three days ago, and the dwarven patriarch had no hope that Quentin would be able to find reinforcements, he just didn't want the genius dwarves of his clan who were most likely to become godsmiths to be killed by the dark elves.
Saladin coughed as he walked through the now-cold blacksmith's hall, the fire had long since been extinguished, and a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the blacksmith's table, which had not been turned on for a long time.
Saladin stretched out his hand and wiped it on the blacksmith's table, looking at the traces left by his ancestors who had been beating here for thousands of years, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Leaving the blacksmith's hall, Saladin came to the quarters, where the remaining two thousand dwarves were reveling merrily, singing loudly and nibbling on the black bread in their hands, and a few of them sipping the little wine left in their glasses.
When Saladin was noticed in the square of the settlement, the square gradually fell silent, and the dwarves put down their glasses and food and looked at their patriarch.
"Patriarch!
You're up!
Come, I also left you a big glass of ale, you are our best warrior, how can you have strength without drinking!
A female dwarf handed Saladin Thunderhammer a large glass of cloudy ale and a piece of brown bread.
"That's right!
How can you have strength without drinking!
Saladin Thunderhammer laughed, grabbed the ale and poured it down, the cloudy liquor dripping down Saladin's brown beard to the ground, and the only sound of the wine running and the occasional greedy dwarf swallowing in the quiet of the square.
"Hah!
It's the best ale I've ever drunk in my life!
Saladin Thunderhammer drank the ale in one gulp, then grabbed the brown bread and took a large bite, chewing as he said to the dwarf.
"Hooray!
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Banzai!
The patriarch can still drink!
We can still fight!
The dwarves stood up and shouted loudly.
"That's right!
We can still drink!
Our sledgehammers are still powerful!
We're going to let those know that the Bronze Dwarves are the proud descendants of the Titans!
We will not give in!
Saladin drew the sledgehammer hanging from his back and raised it to the sky with one hand.
"Lads!
Get all the food out and let's eat and drink enough to fight those to the death!
” "Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
Caroline is the eldest daughter of a small family in Eternal Night, the largest city of the Dark Elves in the underworld, and she has been ordered by her mother, the head of the family, to capture the dwarves alive and bring them back to Eternal Night a year ago.
Although Caroline is the eldest daughter, the family inheritance of the dark elves only recognizes the strength and does not recognize the elders, so Caroline has carefully accumulated her strength over the years while making a false relationship with her sister and mother, five thousand dark elves, among which there are ten sacrifices of the spider queen who believes in the third layer of hell, one hundred male dark mages, three hundred blade dancers, and the rest are ordinary dark elf warriors.
These strengths allowed Caroline to hold her sisters head in the competition for power.
But that's not enough, the dark elves are evil creatures of order, they worship the conspiracy and power of order, and as long as Caroline does not become a master mother for a day, she has to endure the support of her reckless mother.
But now there's an opportunity for Caroline to be on an equal footing with her mother without waiting for her young mother to grow old.
Caroline learned through the grapevine that the order to capture the dwarves was issued by the city lord of Eternal Night City himself, and as long as Caroline caught enough dwarves and handed them directly to the city lord, then she could get a rich reward and a noble status.
As for the orders of the Mother?
Let her take what she has worked so hard to get in exchange for a higher status?
Joke, I'm Caroline not one of my stupid sisters, I'm just going to fight in front of my mother.
"Let those cave people dig quickly, and you must dig the dwarves' dens today, and then I will make my mother proud of me."
Caroline commanded the priestess standing behind her.
"Yes, Mistress Carolyn."
The priestess answered and turned away.
"You can come out of the shadow, that eye has been opened by me."
Caroline said as she looked around at the empty surroundings.
"My lord, what do you command?"
In the darkness, the figure of a male dark elf emerged, half-kneeling in front of Caroline and said.
"How are the dwarves doing?"
Caroline asked with a cold expression.
"The dwarves died a few in a riot some time ago, and then we started putting hypnotic potions in their food every day, and they are now sleeping most of the time, but the priest in charge of guarding the dwarves seems to be suspicious of your delay in returning to Eternal Night."
The shadow replied respectfully.
"Did she contact the mistress?"
Caroline asked, a little nervous.
"Not yet, but the number of inquiries about the departure time has increased."
The shadow replied.
"That's good, after taking down the last group of dwarves today, the matter will be over."
Caroline nodded.
"Your Excellency has dug through!
Dig through!
A cryptman with a height of one meter four and a long gray hair on his body and a rotten animal skin around his waist screamed and ran over.
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Cavemen resemble nezumi in appearance, but their beaks and tails have almost degenerated, and their claws have evolved into stubby, short, more tool-friendly fingers, the Cryptmen's most common slaves in the Dark World, they are naturally docile and good at farming and digging, and lack combat ability, making them the favorite vassals of all the powerful races of the Underworld.
"Did you dig through?
This time, those ground mice can't run away, don't drive away the giant insects, they don't have many fighters anymore, let the children go to the activities.
Caroline listened to the crypt leader's report and commanded the shadows.
"Yes, my lord."
After the shadow finished speaking, the figure melted into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.
The cavemen had dug the destroyed mine less than a meter thick, and all the cavemen picked up their tools and began to retreat, and with the whining sound, a cave man wearing a black robe and a black cloth on his face drove a giant insect two meters high and ten meters long into the mine tunnel.
The accompanying cave man sacrifice whined more and more rapidly, and the short knuckles of the giant worm's abdomen began to move rapidly, boom!
The train-like giant worm slammed into the wall of rubble and earth at a speed of fifty kilometers per hour.
Once again, the dwarven defenses were broken, and as the giant worm retreated, the Dark Elf warrior poured into the dwarven colony with a hollowed-out knife that glittered in the darkness.
There was no hammer that came as expected, and the Dark Elf warriors searched the entire habitat without finding a single dwarf.
"What?
Those brainless dwarves ran away?!
Caroline angrily kicked over the empty wine glasses in the square.
The square of the bronze dwarven quarters was littered with food and drink, and some of the black bread had been thrown to the ground as soon as it had been bitten, while the dwarves had disappeared.