Chapter 104.Chapter 104 – A Dwarf’s Painting Style

Chapter 104 – A Dwarf’s Painting Style

At the foot of the Eagle Rank Mountain.

The north wind blows along this main road from Granite Town to Eagle’s Point Mountain, from north to south, the terrain is getting higher.

Trees swayed and rustled on both sides of the road that could allow two horse-drawn carriages to pass.

A statue of a dwarf stood silently on it.

It had a stubby body, thick eyebrows and beard, and the trademark eagle-winged dome helmet.

The standard eagle-winged dwarf.

Frey looked at the statue with a touch of envy in his eyes.

He was 45 years old, and it had been his dream in the past to cross the line.

Now that he was going over it, he had mixed feelings instead.

Behind him stood twenty lads no taller than one meter five, each standing like a tower.

These were the native hunters he had handpicked just for that damn elemental trial.

“Why is Matriarch Frey sighing?”

Simon, who was next to him, laughed, “The dwarves of the Eagle’s Bit Mountain have asked for help from your clan, this is a rare thing in so many years, you should be happy.”

Frey gave him a cross look, “The only time the Son of Earth would think of us half-blooded bastards is when he needs someone to fill his life with.”

“That’s not what it says.”

Simon looked behind Frey and laughed:

“According to the rules of the Elemental Trials, if you pass you can become the clan leader of the Eagle Winged Dwarves, and you have a full twenty of them, so you have plenty of opportunity.”

He suddenly came closer and whispered, “Twenty lives in exchange for the favor of that group of dwarves, this is a profitable deal, right?”

Frey reached for the other man’s near collar, but Simon dodged it ahead of time.

He dusted nonexistent dust off his collar and laughed softly:

“That is why I despise your hypocrisy. Such hypocrisy only increases the cost, not the benefit; after all, your people don’t surround you because of your nobility either, but because you bring them enough gold.”

Frey was about to get angry when the sound of a carriage came from behind him.

“I’ve kept you waiting, my escort is here.”

Simon’s voice said briskly.

But soon the smile disappeared from his face.

He saw a carriage with Viscount Severn’s emblem slowly approaching.

When Heine stepped down from the vehicle with three skeletons, Simon showed a rare hint of shock.

“What is Naga up to? This is my …… bodyguard?”

…

Heine got down from the carriage and gave Simon a warm smile.

“It’s been a long time, Mr. Simon.”

“It has indeed been a long time.”

Simon squeezed out a smile as well.

The two shook hands with no deep hatred at all from their eyes alone.

Simon: “I didn’t realize that the person sent by Naga would be Your Excellency.”

Heine smiled, “When I saw Your Excellency’s name, I knew I had to come.”

When he saw him smiling and saying such words, Simon immediately had the feeling of being stared at by a wild beast, and a chill ran down his back.

He cleared his throat and pretended to be calm, “You can enter the mountain, let’s talk while we walk, I’ll briefly introduce the situation.”

“Good.”

Heine glanced at Frey.

The mountain folk leader’s expression wasn’t much better.

After all, he was the one who had given the Roaring Mercenaries a commission together with Jones.

Recently he had heard that Jones had fallen to the lord’s house.

Now it seemed to be true.

And the reason behind it all was that Mr. Naga.

Frey finally understood why Naga had stayed in the lord’s mansion for so long before coming out at that time.

What an equal sharing of benefits, what a rainy day.

It was all bullshit.

When the Lion King’s people don’t want to share the cake, they’ll just kick everyone off the table.

……

This plea for help was initiated by the Eagle Winged Dwarves on Eagle’s Nest Mountain.

However, it didn’t turn southward to other more powerful Dwarf clans, or even traveled directly to the Vaulted City.

They turned to the mountain people.

The reason was simple: their elemental trials, which had been suspended for over eight hundred years, had restarted.

Because the clan had popularized fire cannons and magical firearms a thousand years ago, and now that technology was flooding the area, no one had bothered to learn the primitive wind element, archery, and hunting techniques, so it was pressurized to pass the trials.

That group of people might not even know how to draw a bow after going in.

That’s why they had to ask the people from the Lion King Trading House to hire people from the mountain people here to go there.

It was well known that if such primitive hunters still existed in the world, they would only exist in two places.

Elven settlements and the mountains of Makara.

So Frey came bumbling along with twenty cannon fodder. As an intermediary, Simon needed a bodyguard.

So Heine came with his skeletons.

After all, he had another identity as Naga’s informant in the lord’s mansion.

This trip was going to be written up in the report.

Half an hour later, the group met the receptionist for the trip.

A bearded dwarf wearing steampunk-style brass goggles was standing at the intersection.

He was wearing a studded leather breastplate and a mohawked hairstyle like a rocker.

This style look of Heine are some subway old man cell phone.jpg
Catch the sheep also can not help but spit out: “Every time I see the dwarf debut I feel like going to the wrong movie set, good end of the magic technology why to cover a layer of brass leather?”

Mr. Xia: “? You do not think it’s cool? Steampunk ugh!”

Catching sheep: “Huh? Is this cool?”

Mr. Summer: “Northeasterners, comment, is this cool or not?”

Wei Diankui: “Why are you two arguing about that? Can someone give me a definite answer, does this suit on him count as lock armor or leather armor?”

Catch the goat was shocked: “No, brother, this is only just met, how do you already start to think about picking up?”

Weidian Kite: “He is wearing those glasses to look at us, put aside the game is to enter the war, high and low shall not give him a long memory ah?”

Mr. Xia: “Calm down, Wei, he is just wearing glasses, not yet measured combat power.”

Wei Temple Kite: “You do not understand, dwarves are a more than the same, I went to the dome of the city to repair the floating city of the moment was bullied all day long, and then cleaned up a whole damn obedient.

“Later look at my eyes… no, look at my action, don’t give him face, must first give him dry solid, save later then this and that.”

…

So that’s what dwarves are like?
Before Heine could think of how to deal with it, the other party’s unfriendly eyes were cast over.

Heine was a standard “purebred human”.

“Hey Simon, did you bring a hick on purpose to make me break the rules and get punished?”

The voice on the other end sounded like a Brooklyn Negro sucking in laughing gas, sharp and fast.

But no sooner had the words left his mouth than a dark, thick Shadow Javelin lodged solidly at his feet.

This was the “Ice Gun Technique – Shadow Version” that Wei had learned from the gladiatorial arena.

Shadow Javelin!

The Dwarf’s reaction wasn’t slow, almost instinctively pulling down a thicker brass water pipe-like cannon from his back.

The dark muzzle was instantly aimed at Heine, but Catch the Sheep’s shield had already been thrown over.

Bang!
The sound of the gun was dull, and the anvil was instantly knocked away and left a deep black dent on it.

At the same time the Dwarf did a tactical roll to avoid another extremely fast Shadow Arrow.

But the moment he got up, his body abruptly tensed up.

He slowly put down the cannon in his hand and stood up slowly with his hands up.

A dagger was pressed against his neck.

And a gloved, bony hand pressed unerringly against his metal belt, blocking the possibility of activating his thrusters.

“Don’t get me wrong, I mean no harm, and… and you guys started it! Simon! Mind your men!”

Simon looked directly dumbfounded.

He initially wanted to explain a few words for Heine, but who would have thought that the situation would change in an instant.

He had no choice but to reorganize the language of persuasion and persuade Heine instead.

“Mr. Heine, he is Copper Mirror, our employer this time …… not an enemy.”

“Oh.”

Heine responded in a nonchalant manner.

He snapped his fingers and said nothing.

Mr. Summer: “What’s the meaning of this snapping of the fingers?”

Catch the Goat: “Just think of it as him telling you to come back.”

Xia teacher: “I’m fucking …… wow he’s so good at pretending ah, I can’t stand it when someone is better at pretending than me!”

The words are so, but he still put away the dagger obediently into the dive.

Wei Temple Iris: “I have a question, why don’t you just walk back every time, you have to go into the dive?”

Mr. Xia: “Because it’s more handsome!”

…

Catching the sheep to retrieve the shield.

Copper Mirror also picked up the cannon from the ground and hung it back on his back.

He looked at Heine, and sure enough there was nothing to hate, much more honest.

It seemed that he also knew that the first javelin was purely a demonstration, and if he really did it, he ran at the others.

“Nice work.”

Heine praised them one by one with her psionics.

Mr. Summer: “Hey, he praised me.”

Catch the Goat: “All compliments, actually, and he asked me if my shield was going to be okay.”

Guardian Iris: “Indeed.”

Mr. Xia: “? No point.”

(End of chapter)