"Has the Archdruid really decided to rebuild the Elf Kingdom with you? And you want to help the goblins? Don't blame me for doubting you, I really want to know the truth."
King Lear seemed very nervous. He was waiting for the answer that Jeff gave him. After all, this was also very important to the dwarves. After all, the dwarves, goblins and elves were allies back then. Now the allies at that time embraced the same person at the same time.
A big tree, it seems that I have to think about the future of the dwarves.
"Of course it's true. If the patriarch doesn't believe it, I can bring out something to prove it." Jeff said as he took out the token from Lao Pudan.
In fact, Jeff wanted this token mainly because of Newton. If Faya didn't want to follow Newton, maybe he could use this token of the elders of the elves to suppress her. Unexpectedly, she actually used it now. It was really a coincidence, Jeff.
Feeling a little complacent in my heart
The old dwarf carefully examined the token. There were strong natural magic fluctuations on it. It seemed that it was not a forgery.
In order to prove that what he said was true, Jeff added to the fire and took out another object from his arms and slapped it on the table.
"This, this is?"
"This is Goblin's wrath. I wonder if the clan leader has heard of it."
The old dwarf held this legendary artifact, his hands began to tremble, tears began to flow down the corners of his eyes, and he kept muttering: "Father, grandpa, it is the wrath of the Goblin, it is really the wrath of the Goblin."
Nu, the artifact that my ancestors participated in making has finally been seen by me. Now when I go to see you, I won’t be ashamed of my ancestors!”
"Jeff, I believe it. Thank you for letting me see this artifact. After the elves destroyed the country, the dwarves and goblins also perished, and this artifact was also missing. As the only artifact in the entire Western Continent that was made by humans, brother
Bryn's Wrath has always been a legendary existence, so we dwarves have been looking for this weapon all these years. Fortunately, I met you, otherwise I might not be able to see this artifact until I die!"
King Lear thanked the young man in front of him with gratitude and excitement. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that he was so cute. He was simply the lucky star of the dwarves. Since the goblins and elves who were allies back then had decided to follow this son of the demon, then he still
What are you hesitating about?
"Jeff, there's something I want to ask you for help with." The old dwarf looked at the young man in front of him with a pleading expression.
Jeff obviously couldn't think of anything he could do to help him, but since the old man said so, he couldn't refuse, so he replied: "Master Patriarch, what are you talking about? Logically speaking, you should be considered
My elder, you just have to tell me what you want me to do, so why do you ask me for anything? This is simply too outrageous."
"Well, since you want to help the elves regain their kingdom, you naturally have to go against the Light Sect. You have to fight those magic sticks anyway, so why not bring one of us dwarves along with you!"
The old dwarf looked at Jeff with two big eyes full of tears. Jeff felt uncomfortable being stared at. Things happened so fast that Jeff couldn't accept it. He thought he was just trying to win over a few dwarf blacksmiths, but he actually wanted to
Pull up a race
Jeff was so excited that he couldn't speak, but in the eyes of the old dwarf, it turned into hesitation.
The old dwarf was anxious now. After all, he was very optimistic about Jeff. Although this was out of blind worship of the legendary demons, since the great elves' great druids were so optimistic about him, he was more optimistic about him than he was.
The Holy Flame Blacksmith, who is still not good enough, can't lag behind.
"Oh, we dwarf warriors are powerful, we are all soldiers, and each of us is a natural blacksmith. I dare not say that I can make artifacts, but there is still no problem with sacred artifacts. Don't hesitate, have us!"
Lushan Waterfall Khan, Jeff always felt weird when listening to King Lear's words, especially his last sentence, and how he "took us" seemed like some kind of profession that was selling one's body.
Jeff tilted his head slightly and couldn't bear to face the old dwarf's pleading eyes anymore. He asked with full of doubts: "Chief, you said that I am just a little marquis of the Rennes Empire. Why do you have to follow me? This
There are many people in the Western Continent who are stronger than me, and many of them cannot deal with the Guangming Sect, so why not join them?"
The old dwarf smiled naively: "How can that be possible? It's boring to be with them. They also like us dwarves for our forging ability. In their hearts, they despise us very much. One of them thinks we are short and fat, and the other thinks that we are short and fat.
It's not hygienic. In their eyes, we are just laborers. You are different. If my ancestors hadn't taught me that goblins are a civilized race, I would have thought they were lowly monsters and I would definitely not want to fight with them.
You are different from ordinary people. I can feel it. You have feelings for those goblins, just like your own relatives. Do you think I should choose someone who treats us as slaves or someone who treats us as friends?
people?"
Only then did Jeff realize that the kindness hidden in his heart had already helped him. King Lear was right. He indeed regarded these goblins as his own relatives, especially Old Bill and him.
His grandson is dumb, and he takes care of him just like his own grandfather and younger brother.
However, Jeff felt a little uneasy at this time, because the responsibilities on him now are heavy enough. The goblins have very low requirements, as long as they can have food to eat. The elves are different. They need Jeff's full support to restore their country. This
Now that he has agreed to this matter, Jeff will naturally not break the contract. The most depressing thing is that the old lion pushed him to the front line of the battlefield. He doesn't know whether his life and territory can be saved. How can he have so much experience?
Jeff sighed and said depressedly: "Chief, the burden on me now is too heavy. You see, my territory is so poor, and I have to support so many people and our king. Throw me to the front line.
I still don’t know how long I can live. If I am lucky enough to survive after the war, I will have to help the elves recover. You see, I am only a level 9 warrior with a Blood Demon Energy Gathering Array on me. So
What a burden, how should I resist?"
The old dwarf nodded. After all, what Jeff said was indeed true, but he couldn't just give up this opportunity.
The old dwarf rolled his eyes, then hit the big hammer on his back, then opened his mouth and howled: "I don't care, you have to take away our Heart of Uldaman, why not?"
What will happen if the holy sticks of the Holy See come to take us in? Do you really want to see us defenseless dwarves being slaughtered?"
Jeff is completely speechless now. How can the old dwarves have the dignity of the elders these days? They are just scolding shrews with a face even thicker than that of a rhinoceros. How can you dwarves be called defenseless? How can a natural blacksmith still say that?
If you say this, is it simply a thief shouting to catch the thief?
Facing this angry old dwarf, Jeff was depressed. Looking at the way he was holding a sledgehammer, as long as he dared to say the word "no", he would probably hit him with a sledgehammer and destroy him. But
I am still young, I still have a lovely wife to love at home, and a grandfather to support, but I can’t explain myself here.
"Um, patriarch, if we have something to say, can you please put down the hammer first? This weapon is too dangerous." Now it was Jeff who begged King Lear.
The old dwarf let go anyway, and he had no shame in being shameless for his own people. When Jeff finished speaking, not only did he not put the sledgehammer down, but he raised it with both hands and danced around a few times, euphemistically calling it
"Exercise"
"You are intimidating, you are threatening, I will declare war on you on behalf of the Renne Empire!" Jeff tried hard to put on a ferocious look, trying to overwhelm the shameless old dwarf with his momentum.
The old dwarf glanced at him while picking his nose: "Okay, you first find a way to get out of the Raging Flame Rift!"
Jeff was completely exhausted. He originally wanted to get some benefits from the old dwarf, but now he is completely passive.
"You, what do you want?" Jeff asked weakly
The old dwarf's original kind smile now completely turned into a treacherous smile in Jeff's eyes: "Hey, actually I didn't think about anything, but when there is a real war with the Illuminati in the future, you have to give me a chance.
Let me kill you quickly. Also, if the Raging Rift is captured by then, you must give us dwarves a place to live."
It turns out that this old dwarf is an out-and-out militant. It seems that the dwarves have never forgotten their bloody feud with the Light Sect over the years.
But having a good thug will do no harm to Jeff. After all, his territory is a deserted land, and what he lacks the most is manpower. Now that a ready-made thug and a natural blacksmith race are walking in front of him, if he doesn't collect them
It would be such a waste of natural resources to do so.
Jeff sighed and pretended to be embarrassed: "Since you have said this, as a junior, I can't shirk anymore, so I will accept your request. Now you can put away the hammer."
?”
The old dwarf looked like he had succeeded in his evil scheme, which made Jeff's teeth itch with hatred. He really wanted to grab the hammer and hit him on the head. These old men were all old and sophisticated, and it was difficult to deal with anyone. But he still seemed to be of some use.
For the sake of it, I just endured it. What is the most expensive thing in the Western Continent? Talent! Although this talent has a weird personality, I gritted my teeth and endured it.
The old dwarf took out a piece of crumpled parchment from his arms and slapped it directly on the table.
"What is this?" Jeff asked with some confusion.
"Magic Contract!" The old dwarf approached Jeff with a lustful smile...