Dwarves, border town Stein.

The fierce conflict between the two new and old local snakes did not unfold as expected, but changed into a different form.

Qi Youfeng, Nian Nian and Albert, found a corner to stand, leaving a large space under the tower to the dwarves who were rushing to come one after another.

The knight rushed from the shanty town outside the city to the center of the town with a huge thunder. The familiar black whirlwind was like a rushing flag, stringing the bursting lingering sound into lightning.

People who were struck by lightning naturally had to chase after them to seek justice, and people who escaped by luck would naturally have to watch the fun.

But when they saw the knight sitting quietly on the back of the giant lizard, the silent majesty steadily pressed on the shoulders of all the local residents, pulling their thoughts out of asking for compensation and taking advantage of the situation.

"Go and call someone."

The knight calmly ordered, pulled up his face armor, clearly revealing his face and the scar that was slanted across the bridge of his nose.

All the creatures present, including Niannian, turned their eyes toward the roof of the tower.

The knight smiled contemptuously, stopped talking, gently stroked the little girl's hair in his arms, his eyes slightly closed, and the giant lizard under him was also leisurely lying on the ground, throwing its long tail to serve as a toy for the little girl.

The residents of Stein looked at each other in a short while, and soon they ran away, shouting and crossing the neat streets in the city.

"It just happened to be not here?" Niannian withdrew her gaze and raised her eyebrows.

"I'm afraid it just happened to be right now, not here." Qi Youfeng twitched.

"Look, this is the problem. NPC can wake up when it falls asleep, but players can't wake up when it falls asleep." Niannian's words were a little gloating.

After the player goes offline, what happens in the game world has nothing to do with him/her. His/her body can be protected by houses and other measures, but in other words, it means putting the ignorant body into the coffin.

Unless you cheat on the zombie, no one can wake you up.

"Your npcs have realized the difference between them and players and are taking advantage of this difference." Punished Albert every year, praising.

"Isn't this the conventional ability of artificial intelligence long ago?" Albert sneered, just saying that he was ignorant every year.

"You are not afraid that one of them will kill the other." Every year, he is very excited.

"Their learning targets are players from beginning to end." Albert didn't have this kind of worry.

“The Creator’s Creator will never transcend the Creator himself.”

I know it every year, but the ending of this sentence is a little up, and the mockery is even stronger.

"If you can be surpassed, you are not the Creator." Albert said lightly, "The Creator will not wait in place without changing. Since he is perfect, he must be infinite."

"Tsk tsk, it really makes 'people' desperate." Every year, he patted his chest exaggeratedly.

"So, don't stand in the wrong position."

Albert said as he watched the crowds coming from all corners of the block.

......

Stein is just a small town, and there are not many dwarves living in the town. Even if there are passers-by, they are gathered here in just half an hour, and they are still unable to squeeze into this open space.

Everyone was called, and then what?

Through the whispering between the dwarves, whether confused or excited, the three of them already knew the identity and name of the knight: former Mayor Stein, Fern.

As the dwarves gathered more and more, the three of them, especially Nian Nian and Qi Youfeng, became more and more conspicuous. They had to retreat in the corner and retreat, and finally sat on the ground, which avoided the outstanding effect of standing out in the crowd.

Mayor Fern should have seen them a long time ago. Niannian always felt that the man's eyes had fallen here intentionally or unintentionally. After a few times, Niannian was even more certain that this person welcomed them to stay, or was a little worried that they would leave.

Every year he pressed his hood downwards, covering his upper half of his face, and pushed Qi Youfeng forward, making him stand out more.

"What?" Qi Youfeng asked quietly.

"He might like you as an audience member."

Every year he gave the "young" Albert to him, trying his best to create a good image of loving (dwarf) life.

Albert silently covered his face in his palm and sat calmly on the man's thighs. He felt that the person's tense leg muscles were really uncomfortable sitting up.

Qi Youfeng didn't want to reach out to hug her, and in the end he just raised his hand and rubbed Albert's head jokingly, twisting someone's cervical vertebrae, which made him feel scared and sweated.

Every Nian saw it, covered her stomach without hesitation, tried her best to suppress the laughter, and tried only to let these two people hear it.

Qi Youfeng and Albert turned their heads at the same time and glared at each other, which finally made her restrain a little. Every year, patted her face, pulled the corners of her mouth, suddenly her eyes narrowed, turned around, and smiled:

"Oh, it turns out that they are waiting for these people."

As the words sounded every year, there was a noisy and noisy whisper, which surged from the periphery of the current crowd, gradually spreading the sound waves to everyone's ears.

As a result, the new dwarves who were standing quietly beside each other became even more uneasy, so they had to tighten their heads a little tighter and lower their heads a little lowered.

Most of the dwarves who came here were old, weak, sick and disabled, worn out, unkempt and dirty faces. The fair skin given by God was almost transparent, and the blood vessels and muscles were clearly visible.

These are all poor people in the shanty towns. I think the city people present will not inform them specifically, so they can only be...78 Chinese^Computer terminal:m./

The chaotic discussion gradually faded, and everyone raised their heads again, then they turned their eyes to the silent former mayor.

"You must know who I am, the residents of Glorious Stein."

Fern was still sitting firmly on the back of the giant lizard. The giant lizard turned from lying on its lie to standing on all sides, and lifted him up.

The poor people standing in the outermost circle recognized the little girl in Fern's arms, and the slightest cramps immediately dissipated from their faces, raised their heads generously, and became curious with peace of mind.

"You must know who I am, because ten days ago, this tower belonged to me, Stein belonged to me, and you, my dear fellow citizens, also live under my protection."

The giant lizard roared lowly, as if confirming the authenticity of this statement, and as if expressing a dissatisfaction.

The dwarves who were a little closer to Fern retreated one after another, and their backs bent a little.

"But ten days ago, a ridiculous order came to the calm Stein, who wanted to hand over the family, life and wealth of everyone present to a stranger, to an ignorant young man who had first stepped into Stein!"

Fern's voice became more steady, a little old, but also more majestic.

"I, rejected him, rejected the Dwarf King's order."

Fern smiled and continued, "I expect to fight him and fight him in the name of dwarf honor, and he, rejected me."

The first half is as heavy as a lead, but the second half is light and slight, with a faint contempt.

"He refused the duel, but did not refuse to use force," Fern touched the scar on his face and smiled mockingly. "Under his exquisite and treacherous martial arts, I was seriously injured and hid helplessly."

When I heard this, I sighed like other dwarf listeners, but the dwarfs were indignant of the shamelessness of the new city lord, but I was admiring the sophistication of the old mayor.

Regardless of the facts, the narrative tone and the choice of words are enough to restore a vivid picture to everyone.

Fern's next sentence was delayed, but the pain on his face was deepening layer by layer.

"My fellows, do you know why the Dwarf King suddenly handed Stein to an outsider?"

"Because! Because!" Fern's voice suddenly became sharp, "Our dwarves are about to perish!"

boom!

It was like a bomb hitting the sea, and the incredible breathing sounds and doubts came one after another. Some people stood there in a daze, as if they didn't expect this matter to be announced like this.

He swept across the faces of those dazed people every year, but met Fern's gaze unexpectedly.

She took off her hood and smiled quietly.

Fern's eyes shrank, and he returned to his original state when he raised his hand and gently lifted his hair around his ears.

"It's not because of foreign enemies, not because of civil war," Fern spoke, suppressing all the discussion, "it's just because this land where our generations have survived has become poor, and it's impossible to produce a grain of ore and a gold coin."

The dwarves covered their wallets at the same time, and some people looked at the direction of their homes in panic, probably because they forgot to lock them when they went out.

"This land has become poor, but other lands are still rich, but those are not our lands." Fern sighed.

So, what should I do? Nian said to himself in a voice and asked and answered himself.

Either turning those lands into their own through war or transporting the wealth of those lands through trade, there are only two choices.

Fern's next words also confirmed every year's answer.

After the new elder came to power, the elves opened the border abnormally and provided an opportunity for the dwarves, and Stein, a remote border town, had the value of competition.

Fern unfortunately became a victim of the struggle.

According to himself, when he knew the inside story, he had no complaints about his failure, and just wanted to find a place to recover from his injuries and fight for Stein's wealth after he recovered.

This sentence fell into Nian's ears, and naturally revealed its original meaning: When I recover from my wounds, I can take the opportunity to plunder the wealth of the elves and prepare for my comeback.

But unfortunately, the border of the elves was closed again. Unlike the previous titular closure, this time it completely isolated the wealth of the elves from the touch of the dwarves.

Through his old friend in the royal capital, Fern also learned about the next move of the Dwarf King-

"The entire dwarf people are about to enter the battlefield of full war with the human race and fight for survival."

From common sense, this sentence should be a mobilization and a call. At this time, the ordinary people present should raise their arms and shout, fearlessly expressing their willingness to fight for the life and death of the dwarves.

Unfortunately, Fern's words were too painful, revealing his attitude towards the matter:

He didn't think it was a good thing to start a war.

The whispers resurrected, but this time it was not indignation and respect, but full of doubts and questions.

Since he is a member of the Dwarves, how can he watch the Dwarves perish?

This question that most people felt in their hearts was spit out of Fern's mouth the next second.

"Of course I can't watch the demise of the dwarves," Fern smiled bitterly and sighed heavily, "But, my fellow citizens, I can't watch you being taken as pigs and dogs and being pulled to death."

"Some people in the royal capital believe that the dwarves face today's dilemma because we have too many mouths, because some dwarves' mouths are too greedy."

This is really...

It is difficult for me to control myself every year without looking up or looking at the room at the top of the tower. And the person who suddenly lost the ability to control his body was not just her.

Fern was very satisfied with everyone's reaction and smiled on his face:

"It's not him, not those royal officials, not those knights and craftsmen, not those military powers, it's you, my compatriots, you are your useless mouths, you are too greedy."
Chapter completed!