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The shrill north wind cried like a child in pain. The shoveled-toothed elk gathered together, and their thick fur could withstand the harshest storms. They formed a circle to wrap around the calves in the middle. The head with giant horn crowns was drooping to the snow-covered ground, and closed their eyelids to resist the howling wind and snow. Although their mouths and noses were frozen by the breath they exhaled, they still stood still.

The wolf and the bear curled up in their respective caves, waiting for the storm to leave, the former and the tribes stayed together, while the latter were left alone. No matter how hungry they were, unless the mourning wind stopped its mourning and the dazzling storm was tired of its roar, nothing could allow these animals to go out for food.

This is Northrend's changing climate. The warm wind came into summer at the last moment, and the next moment was like cold winter.

As a native Northrend's ice dwarf, he has witnessed such weather many times.

The ice dwarf has a long lifespan like the dwarf and has witnessed the changes in the weather again and again. He danced his short body. This is the custom of the ice dwarf. Every day when the weather changes drastically, all the ice dwarfs will dance.

"What is he doing?" She looked at the ice dwarf in front of her, with a strange look in her beautiful eyes, her rosy lips slightly rolled up, and she spoke.

"It might be some kind of festival," Rex pondered for a moment before answering.

"The dwarf you are looking for is very strange, but unfortunately he is not Muladin," she said slowly with a slight regret.

"That's a pity." Rex said casually. There was no sign of a pity on his face.

"I didn't see any regrets about you? Rex!" Sylvanas sat next to Rex. The slender ** kept rippling back and forth, and a pleasant voice came out, and beautiful eyes were blinking and staring at Rex.

"That's your illusion," Rex said directly without thinking at all.

"Humans are like you. When they tell lies, their faces do not blush or breathe?" she said sarcastically.

"What do you think about the relationship between Ronin and Wenleza?" Rex looked at Sylvanas and said differently, and at the same time asked his doubts. High elves and humans are destined to be happy, but they will only be a tragedy. One has a lifespan of thousands of years, and the other has only a fraction of the time. Even if Ronin becomes the Master and his lifespan increases, it is still one-tenth of Wenleza's.

"Love is not about race or age," Sylvanas's face turned slightly red. Then he spoke.

"I can't understand what you said," Rex shook his head, his brown hair swaying in front of his forehead. Love does not distinguish between national boundaries or wealth. This is not the first time Rex has heard of this, but in Rex's perception, it is simply false. If you have money and power, you will have everything.

"I don't think you can understand such profound words anymore, human beings!" Sylvanas said this sentence for some reason, deliberately adding to the pronunciation in the last two words.

"Sure enough, the queen is the queen," he thought silently in his heart when he heard her words.

Rex remained calm and did not continue to speak. The arrogant queen, Rex believed that he could not handle it, so staying silent was what he should do.

A song was slowly ringing in the whistling and blowing wind, with no words but full of meaning. The sound of the ice dwarf was thick and full of power. The sound of the constant slapping of hands and the sound of stomping feet were all integrated into the chanting, forming an incomprehensible tone.

Rex couldn't understand the ice dwarf's movements, and Sylvanas couldn't understand them either. Even Kelthas in the distance could not do it. On this deep ancient ritual sound, the ice dwarf continued to dance, like the wind blowing all over the sky, endless.

Sweat wet his beard and made it look even more viscous. His long and beautiful temples kept prying.

Ice dwarves have an ancient history like dwarves. They are all made of Titans, with thick beards, strong bodies, and strong arms. The only difference is the color of the skin. The dwarves are flesh-colored, while the ice dwarves are transformed by not earth spirits but ice spirits. The skin is naturally light blue, the same color as ice.

After a long time, when the ice dwarf stopped dancing, the roaring wind stopped abruptly. Everything seemed to be because of the ice dwarf's movements that made the wind stop whistling.

But Rex knew that this was not, and Sylvanas knew that it was impossible, although it was strange, but he still endured it, maintaining the courtesy of a prince, without asking him about his secrets,

"Friend, this is your reward. I believe you can help me," Rex hung his smile, walked up to him from his space ring, took out a pot of strong liquor and handed it to the ice dwarf's hands.

The wine pot is beautiful, with exquisite patterns on it, and a thin silver-white line outlines beautiful patterns from top to bottom.

Wine is a great weapon for the creation god to target dwarves. No matter he is an ice dwarf, an iron dwarf, or even a dwarf, he cannot face the temptation and temptation of the strong wine.

The bottle plug was opened, and a pungent smell came from the bottle. Sylvanas, who had always been sensitive, frowned involuntarily. Even so, his pretty face was still extremely beautiful, but it was obvious that Sylvanas was not adapted to this smell.

"It makes people feel comfortable," the ice dwarf's beard, which shook a little, and a word of praise came out. The ice dwarf pointed the wine pot at his lips, and the Adam's apple squirmed, swallowing it in big mouth, with a refreshing look on his face, and said generously to Rex; "You have obtained the friendship of Bertrame,"

"I'm glad we've met," Rex smiled brightly, and his eyes looked at the ice dwarf with a soft look, as if he was a friend for many years.

His eyes made the ice dwarf very friendly. The two seemed to be close friends, but they didn't know that in their hearts, he had already classified the ice dwarf as a fool.

"Indigenous people are indigenous people. A few inferior wines from copper coins deceived the friendship of this ice dwarf leader. This is the gap between higher civilizations and lower civilizations!" He thought silently in his heart. (To be continued...)
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