Ride and Cut

　　 He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately read his title: "I am Baron Richard, Lord of the Alpine Fortress of the Pompeii Empire. Together with Miss Anne of the Voya firm, he reinforces his dwarf friends against robbers."

　　 There was a rare whisper between the three sticks, Atsuko, who couldn't smash a fart.

　　 They are quite good at focusing on the main point, although they have never heard of a high mountain castle, and they don't even know what the origin of this Baron Richard is.

　　 But Voya Trading Company is definitely an old acquaintance to the dwarves, and they are also one of the few ally that they can trust at present, and the relationship that has been divided up together is hard enough anywhere.

　　 The voice quickly responded: "Please forgive the suspicious group of poor people. We want to see Miss Anne."

　　 "Wait a moment." Richard thought that fortunately, I was resourceful and coaxed the half-elf girl.

　　 He retreated to the starting point, stretched out an arm for Annie to hold her, and whispered, "The dwarf must see you once."

"good."

　　 Facing the solemn atmosphere of hundreds of people watching silently, not everyone can have his big heart. Annie staggered with nervousness. In addition, it was a little slippery in the rain. It was only a few hundred yards. It was not because someone helped him and almost fell down several times.

　　 "Don't panic, the mountain shield in my hand is thick enough, even if the bed crossbow can hold it twice."

　　 Lord Lord’s tone and expression are very sincere. It’s okay for him not to speak. When he speaks, Annie suddenly has the urge to turn around.

　　 "I'm Annie from Woya Trading Company." Annie summoned her courage, poked her head out and shouted, and immediately retracted and squatted behind the shield.

　　 To tell the truth, she began to regret it a little—it was quite enjoyable when she chanted slogans to retake the iron ore, but when she was faced with the dangerous reality, the half-elf lady who was born well began to miss the comfortable goose feather quilt again.

　　 "Miss Anne, is it really you?" The pretendingly rough voice broke in an instant. It sounded like a half-sized son who had just begun to change his voice, commonly known as a drake voice.

　　 "Are you... Robbie?" Annie and the dwarf are indeed not generally familiar, and they can recognize the master from their voices.

"it's me."

　　 Richard was there and listened to the two people chatting back and forth a few words about the old, thinking that he didn't hurry up and let Lao Tzu in.

　　 "Miss Anne is our friend, let her and her followers come in." Robbie seemed to hear Richard's voice and ordered the dwarf warrior to let go of the entrance.

　　 What is your name "Robby", I think I changed the name to "Sabi". Lord Lord was inexplicably lowered several levels, clutching his heart and not hitting a single place.

　　 Annie beckoned to the rear, and the Alpine Fort Guard followed up and filed in along the gap in the wall. Richard hung a bitter melon face with a bitter and enmity at the end of the team.

　　 Behind the wall is a clearing. Two wooden arrow towers stand alone in the middle, and the arrow path of the upper crossbow points high to the sky.

　　 is a row of small stone houses, the architectural style is rough, but the horizontal and vertical rows are very standard, the ground is paved with smooth roads with river sand, and at first glance, there is a dwarf-like neat beauty.

　　 It's late at night, but there are some lights in those stone houses.

　　 In addition to the dwarf warriors in the clearing, there are also young women and children running back and forth to rescue the wounded. The wounds from the violent blow of the bear are terrifying, but they also seem to be used to or numb for a long time.

　　 Several dying people in the corner were squandering their last vitality and screaming, blood and water gurgling under them, mixed with rain. But everyone knew that they were not saved, but they were not dead yet.

　　 In this case, all the companions can do is to give them "kindness"—an alias for a square-angled vertebral dagger, which can quickly bleed to death and relieve pain.

　　 "The God of Blacksmithing protects you and me." Several dwarven warriors took off their helmets and greeted them, tired beyond words.

　　 It can be seen that they are happy to be able to reunite with their friends, but this is not at all able to dilute the bleak cloud over the tribe. To be honest, their current situation is a bit worse than the Lord Lord expected.

　　 "Miss Anne, I didn't expect you to be back at this time." The master of the drake voice came out of the crowd.

　　 Richard's impression of dwarves is a face with a big beard and facial features, always wearing armor, and always sloppy.

　　 The male dwarf in the field of vision did basically meet this characteristic, but this Robbie completely broke his stereotype.

　　 He is wearing a clean beige cotton robe, without a beard with a bare chin, and his white and tender face can even be called delicate.

　　 If it wasn't for the short and stocky figure peculiar to dwarves, Lord Lord would have doubted his pedigree.

　　 "Where is your father?" Annie looked behind Robbie, as if to find someone who didn't exist.

　　 "Father, three uncles, and two elder brothers, all died in the battle, and now I am the patriarch." Robbie sniffed, tears were falling, and he tried his best to bear it back.

　　 "I'm sorry, I hope they rest in peace." Annie continued, "But Robbie, I didn't leave all the holy water to you before I left last time. Why don't I use it at this time?"

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　　 She thought that the dwarves were reluctant to use holy water for this reason. It would be tantamount to murdering the same clan.

　　 "It's all used up, it's been used up long ago." Robbie lowered his head as if he had done something wrong.

　　 "How can it be so fast, are you pouring water?" Annie said in disbelief.

　　 "It ran out during the day yesterday. Those wild people are like crazy. We have too many casualties." He held his head, sad and at a loss.

　　 "Thank you for your help anyway." An older soldier stroked his chest and saluted Anne, adding what Robbie should have said in the scene, "Those bottles of holy water saved many of our soldiers' lives."

　　 No one paid attention to him anyway, Richard smiled silently under the cover of the dark night. He found that Robbie had opened his mouth, and since the beginning of his speech, the morale of the surrounding dwarven warriors had been slowly declining.

　　 Selling life is also distributed to whoever sells it. Sometimes the personal charm of the chief official can play a decisive role in the morale of his subordinates, and Robbie almost means it.

　　 He is like a child who hasn't grown up yet. He seems to be clever and smart, but he is far from strong enough to take a responsibility. The dwarf warriors obviously know that.

　　 "Robby, be strong." Annie actually bent down and patted him on the head.

　　 It was like finally finding a catharsis. The tears that Robbie had tried to endure could no longer hold back, leaving two wet tracks along his face, converging and dripping down on his chin.

　　 "What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me?" He looked up at Richard, crying in his voice.

　　 Lord Lord overlooked one thing. The dwarves who worked in the dark mines of their ancestors had stronger night vision capabilities than ore.