A dwarf wearing a golden crown and golden ornaments on his body walked out of the team.
He looked around, anger welling up in his eyes.
"Look, look here!"
He roared loudly, "Who can tell me what happened here!"
As he spoke, he opened his calves and walked quickly towards Arwen's position.
"Human, please let him go."
"Mahakam Mountains is neutral. Whether it is humans or elves, disputes should stop here. This is the rule of our dwarves."
"So, please put him down, I want to know what happened here!"
Brouver The great elder's voice is like a cow, rough and loud.
Arwen looked calm, loosened his fingers slightly, and threw Morian in front of the former.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Morian covered his neck with both hands and gasped for air after coughing violently.
But in his eyes there was no joy at all about surviving the disaster, but instead, there was incomparable fear.
He lowered his head and could only see the iron boots of the great elder Brouver.
Brouver looked down at him, his eyes full of scrutiny, "Morian·Ziglin, you should explain."
"I----I----"
Morian hesitated and couldn't say a word.
Gerald dragged his crooked right leg and stepped forward.
"Great Elder, you have seen with your own eyes that Ziglin Clan are a bunch of bastards!"
"We Fox have been guarding Black Creek Valley for so many years and have been waiting at the forefront of Davor Bottomless Pit!"
"But what about them? They actually attacked us behind the wave of monsters and wanted to kill us all! For God's sake, why don't you let them get infected with plague and smallpox? Let them go to hell!"
Gerald was so angry that his beard trembled.
Brouver After listening to this, his face was so dark that ink dripped from his face.
"Morian, Gerald are all true!?"
Morian knelt on the ground, clenching his hands tightly. The ice and snow melted quickly in his palms, and his nails were embedded in the flesh due to excessive force, causing blood to flow out.
"Ah!"
He roared, stood up abruptly, and clasped his right hand at the opponent's throat.
Brouver's pupils were condensed, his body was as nimble as a monkey, he ducked sideways, his waist was rotated, his strength rose from the ground, and his right hand the size of a leaf fan was directly clasped on the back of Morian's head.
"Pah!"
There was a crisp sound, and the latter's body slammed into the ground with great force, splashing up a circle of white snow.
"Woo!"
Morian's face was firmly attached to the ground, his nose was broken, he coughed out blood, and he stood up with his hands on the ground, trying to escape.
But an iron boot stepped on the side of his face, firmly imprisoning him to the ground.
"Look, Morian, even I dare to fight. Where are the dwarf rules? I see you have forgotten all the rules. You are just a plunderer! You can kill a scum in a day!"
As soon as these words came out, the dwarves who followed Brouver took control of all Ziglin Clan.
Suddenly, screams and cries for mercy arose from all over the place.
"Great Elder, let me go, this is all Morian's idea!"
"Please, Great Elder, we were originally helping Fox resist the monsters, but it was him who deceived us!"
Morian heard these words, his eyes were stunned for a moment, showing resentment in his unwillingness.
Brouver spat and laughed angrily, "Okay, okay, if you dare to do it, don't take it seriously. I just taught you bunch of bastards who only know how to behave in a nest. It's all my fault!"
"Listen up, any Ziglin whose hands are stained with the Fox Clan's blood will be executed!"
"Those who did not kill but helped behind the scenes were all sent to the mines and sentenced to one hundred years in prison."
"The entire Ziglin Clan, the tokens obtained through labor within fifty years, regardless of men, women, old or young, will be halved."
After the words fell, the dwarf Ziglin Clan showed a look of despair and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy.
Tokens are the special currency of the Mahakam Mountains. The exchange rate to the outside world is extremely low and can only be used to exchange goods on Mount Mahakam.
Mount Mahakam very poor?
No, there is probably the most gold in the world here.
But Brouver is wise, and he never allows an ounce of gold to flow out of the world.
This will cause inflation, all currencies will depreciate, and prices will skyrocket.
The most important point is that there are dwarf banks everywhere in this world.
Although Brouver doesn't like those dwarves who left Mount Mahakam.
But no matter what, he will not harm his compatriots.
Morian laughed out loud with a ferocious face, "Haha, tyrant, dictator, Brouver, the one who really deserves to go to hell is you, it's you!!!"
Brouver didn't look at him. The calmer he was, the more he could feel the surging anger.
Morian's face was filled with pain, his eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he could feel the heels on his facial bones getting harder and harder, and then bit by bit embedded into his flesh, crushing his facial bones.
"Stuck!"
Under the tremendous force, Morian's eyeballs exploded along with the back of his head.
Next, Brouver eliminated the traitors and appeased Fox Clan.
The main reason for letting Fox Clan manage external trade is that its territory has always been next to Davor Bottomless Pit, and they have been stationed here for a long time. This can be regarded as a kind of compensation.
But Ziglin is totally greedy.
After the processing, Brouver, led by Gerald·Fox, met Arwen at the home of Garin.
Brouver dusted off the snow on his body, "Demon hunter, I have already heard about you from Gerald. If you hadn't taken action this time, the Fox clan would have been exterminated here."
"Although this is the mess of people like us, I have to say," Brouver said with a look of gratitude on his weather-beaten face.
"To express my gratitude, I will personally light the volcanic furnace and forge weapons for you."
After that, he took out a simple ring from his arms and handed it to Arwen's hand.
There are no gemstones on the surface of the ring, and the color is gray, dark, and unpretentious.
"Please accept this Lead Ring."
"From today on, you are our Mahakam's distinguished guest. As long as the dwarves of our Mount Mahakam see the Lead Ring in your hand again, they will help you."
Arwen reached out to accept the ring.
"Okay, I'll accept it."
Brouver Seeing that the other party did not refuse pretentiously, he laughed heartily, stretched out his right hand and spread his palm.
"Haha, although you have already heard my name, of course you still have to introduce yourself. My name is Brouver Hogg, and I am the great elder of the Mount Mahakam dwarves."
Arwen reached out and shook hands with the opponent, "Demon hunter, Wizard's Robe."
Brouver glanced at the other party. From the beginning to the end, the other party was wearing a hood and his face could not be seen clearly.
"That's really appropriate. You might as well tell me now what kind of weapon you want to build."
Arwen turned around and came to the stone table. His palm brushed the edge of the table, and the space ring on his finger flashed with silver light.
A slender silver sword appeared out of thin air. The blade was slender, but the golden runes on it were dull and dull. The original silver film was corroded into black spots.
Brouver leaned over, his pupils shook violently, and he muttered softly.
"Dubhennhaernamglandeal, morc"hamfheanaiesin.
"Thor Ivy, I didn't expect to see her here. It's really scary. You must have dealt with an amazing monster for her to be injured like this."
"Can it be fixed?"
Brouver picked it up, inspected it carefully, took a deep breath, and then shook his head.
"It's difficult. This silver sword is the pinnacle work of the elf master. It's hard to restore it to its original appearance after being injured like this."
"Look at the black spots on it. According to my five hundred years of experience, these are the power of the curse."
"If you want to completely remove it, even a volcanic furnace is not enough."
"How should I put it? Melting her down and recasting it is easier than repairing her."
Arwen frowned slightly, Thor Ivy meant a lot to him, and this silver sword was also given to him by Holt.
However, he had already expected this. Even if Hydra Evil God only had a ray of divinity descending, it was still an existence beyond this plane.
Therefore, he came here to forge a new silver sword from the beginning.
"Please try your best to repair it," Arwen turned his palm over, and two more things appeared on the table.
One of them is a giant sword.
Brouver Just glanced at it and saw the elven runes carved on the spine of the sword.
He glanced at Arwen out of the corner of his eye, secretly thinking that the demon hunter and the elf might have quite a connection.
Arwen's eyes moved and fell on the third item.
"Hiss----"
He took a deep breath and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
"This——such a big piece of Mithril is really amazing!"
Arwen said, "Great Elder, I plan to forge this Mithril with my giant sword. Can it be done?"
"Of course, having such a large piece of Mithril is completely enough. Then engrave it with Primordial Runes for good protection. In addition, with the special characteristics of Mithril, even if you are not facing a monster, Mithril will not suffer as much loss as an ordinary silver sword."
"You didn't tell me earlier. With this piece of Mithril, it won't be difficult to repair Thor Ivy."
Arwen's eyes were filled with joy.
"That's right," Brouver pursed his lips, "I would like to ask, where did you get such a big piece of Mithril? Even if it is Davor Bottomless Pit, I have never seen it before."
"Exchanged from a merchant."
"Then you are really lucky. This treasure is priceless, no, priceless!"
Arwen sat down on the stone bench nearby.
"Davor Bottomless Pit, what kind of place is this in your mouth? Is it the place that caused the wave of monsters?"
Seeing Arwen mention this, Brouver also sat down on the stone bench nearby.
"You are really keen," he frowned, his expression became serious, and he said in a deep voice, "According to the rules, I shouldn't tell you, but when it comes to monsters, demon hunters are always more professional."
"Davor Bottomless Pit is an open-pit mine in Mount Mahakam. There are all kinds of rare and rare stones in it. This is also a big reason why we dwarves can have such craftsmanship."
"This mine has a long history. Even when I remember it, it was already there.
"The great elder at that time told me that that's where the star Starfall fell."
"But just two hundred years ago, not long after I took over as Great Elder, even after all this time, I still remember that on that spring equinox, a big earthquake occurred at Mount Mahakam, and the source of the earthquake was Davor Bottomless Pit."
"I didn't pay much attention at first. After all, there are many volcanoes in the Mahakam Mountains, and earthquakes are very common."
"But not long after, the people of the Fox Clan blew the horn. That horn is used to greet the enemy. Since we dwarves came to Mount Mahakam, we have never used it."
"All the clans were alerted. When we arrived at Black Creek Valley, there were monsters everywhere. Fox Clan was resisting desperately. They have been guarding this barrier for so many years."
"After cleaning up the monsters, I took people to Davor Bottomless Pit. Monsters kept crawling out of the mine. Even if they are cleaned up, they will appear again after the winter snow melts the next year."
"For so many years, as long as the winter snow melts, I will clean up the monsters. But I didn't expect that among the Blizzard this year, they would all crawl out of the Davor Bottomless Pit."
Arwen lowered his gaze, Starfall is a place of rare treasures----
"Great Elder, since it is so dangerous, why not block this mine?"
Brouver raised his head and took a deep breath.
"No, this is absolutely not possible. According to the rules of the dwarves, there is no reason to seal the mine. This rule was established from the day the dwarves came to Mount Mahakam.
Arwen glanced at him and sneered in his heart.
This is not a rule, but a benefit. The ore in that Davor Bottomless Pit is absolutely extremely rich, so that the great elder in front of him can tolerate it so well.
"This Davor Bottomless Pit is very important to you. If you tell me now, you must let me solve or investigate Davor Bottomless Pit."
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the stone house instantly became tense.
Brouver stared at Arwen closely, trying to see clearly the face underneath through the mask.
After a while, his black beard trembled, the corners of his mouth split open, and he laughed loudly.
"Haha, yes, as I just said, to deal with monsters, you must find a demon hunter."
"Your method is approved by me. Killing a Forktail is not something an ordinary demon hunter would do."
"Furthermore, there are more and more Davor Bottomless Pit monsters, and now this ridiculous thing, I must find a way to solve it."
Arwen looked out the window and stood up slowly.
"I have two conditions. First, help me forge a silver sword."
Brouver said, "That's no problem. With Lead Ring in your hand, I will definitely take action."
Arwen chuckled, "Second, if I solve the monsters in Davor Bottomless Pit, I don't need gold coins. I have to choose the five minerals inside, and you are not allowed to hide the value of these minerals."
Brouver tapped his fingers on the table, pondered for a while, and then slowly spoke.
"No problem, as long as you can solve Davor Bottomless Pit, you will be our great benefactor. Not to mention five pieces of ore, even our ore storage is up to you to choose from."