"Master Bud was sitting outside the camp, and a dwarf named Dagon Olison Neil seemed to have made a bet with him, and the two were betting on their lives."

When the Elf Prime Minister heard the news, he had to open his eyes and end his magic meditation. He took a deep breath, and everyone familiar with him knew that it was him controlling his temper and avoiding sudden anger.

"What's going on?" Prime Minister Nadir Vanderheen asked unhappily: "Where do the dwarves come from? Haven't all the dwarves in the camp been educated?"

"We checked. It was a dwarf who came with the elite academy mentor Shiloai Asnieril. A freshman in the academy, probably the scapegoat who was performing the academy mission." The elf who reported the message said carefully: "This dwarf has always been very peaceful. Master Bud met him in the Menglong wine tent, and then..."

"Then he came with that trick that you dare not kill me, you can't kill me?" The Prime Minister pinched his eyebrows with three fingers and said, "I know you don't want to protect a dwarf, but I have clearly stated that anyone dares to attack Master Bud and kill him, will this order not be executed?"

"It was executed, but that Dagon did not attack Master Bud. The two of them sat outside the camp in single clothes, facing each other, trembling together." The guard said: "Master Bud was not restricted from moving. He could stand up and leave at any time, or say, our people..."

"Hmm?" Nadir made a sound from his nose, his tone rising.

"Your people, yours can drag him away at any time," said the guard. "But there is another order, except to prevent assassins, no one can disturb Master Bud. We really don't know what to do, so we came to ask for instructions."

"Send him some strong wine, thick clothes, delicious food, and cool wind to Dagon or something." The Prime Minister snorted coldly and said, "Also, call Shiloai over. How long has she been in the camp? Why don't she come to pay my respects to me?"

"She had a little conflict with the Ranger at the Reindeer Camp. She just resolved it, and she hasn't taken time out yet."

"Okay, no explanation is needed, follow my order." The Prime Minister waved his hand and closed his eyes again. Although this action seemed to be in control, his slightly shaking corners of his eyes and his twitching eyebrows were telling this different story.

Outside the camp, the cold wind blew, and Dagon was cold, but the Bard opposite him was even colder. Two Jiangu people sat face to face on the ground, less than a meter together. Anyone could slap a mouth opposite him with his hand, but no one did this. Dagon raised his hand and scratched his chin with his almost frozen fingers. He was actually adjusting the position of his beard and laying a tighter windproof wall to make the star helmet feel more comfortable.

Under the heavy protection of the elves, no one can kill Bud, which is obvious, so Dagon came up with this solution: to freeze to death with him. In terms of ability, if he turns his head and ignores this matter, Bud can't do anything about him, but Dagon can't stand a guy without a ring and barks "short" and even says he is the elves' licking dog and lackey.

One life for another life, this is what Bard said first. He used this Kangu people in the camp to get the pleasure of victory. If someone wanted to beat him and kill him, the elves would protect him. In fact, no one could exchange his life for him. The only way to succeed was to let him commit suicide, through the same verbal stimulation and mental kidnapping.

"You can leave at any time, go back to the tent, enjoy the company of braziers, wine, food and elves." Dagon's voice trembled, but the pronunciation of the Jiangu tribe was still complete and clear. He said: "Look at these elves, one by one, waiting to lick you, or waiting to be licked by you. You must be an important person, right, master?"

Bud's eyebrows were covered with white frost and his beard began to freeze. "Boy, you talk too much. Be careful of leaking heat and die quickly."

"Look at the freezing situation on your beard, you will know more of it." Dagon smiled slightly and said, "I'm the first time I'm in the North. I don't know how long the Jian Gu tribe can last in this kind of weather. By the way, you can't hold on, and you still have magic power. Do you know magic? Do you know runes?"

"Bastard!" Bud suddenly cursed and filthy words spurted out. He didn't know where he got so much fire, so he jumped up and pointed at Dagon's nose and spoke for more than ten minutes. Dagon just looked at him with a cold look, without getting angry, and even smiled slightly.

Standing up and facing the wind, Bud was soon frozen and sat back on the ground. At this time, the elf guard came over with a heated food box, holding a black fur coat in his hand, with the obvious intention.

Dagon tilted his head toward the elves and said with a smile: "I'm here to lick you. I'm wondering which person are you? Is it the father of the elected king? Doesn't the elves take care of you like this? "

Bud bit his teeth for a while and his fist hit his leg. He shouted to the elf: "Take it away, take it away! I am a master, and I can endure this stupid short man to death in a while! Take my money and buy me as much as I win, buy as much as I can!"

"The camp hasn't started a gambling game this time," said the Elf Guard. "Master, you'd better go back, there's no point in making a profit."

"Get out, I don't need you to worry about it. He wants to kill me, you can save me, but don't make trouble now! Bastard, there is really a life-threatening boy, how great is this! If I kill him, won't you become stronger again?"

"Master, don't say that. You are too important, we dare not make any mistakes."

Just as Bud was about to speak back, he saw Dagon staring at him. There was sarcasm in it, and it was a very calm sarcasm. If there was anger, jealousy or fear in it, Bud felt that he had "winned". But he could not accept the calm sarcasm, and he could not accept it at all.

"Don't lead me to say so much, and go away and don't blow the wind here anymore. I feel that the wind is wrong." Bud said: "If you use the energy of the terrain element, I will take off all my clothes and pour wine on my body! What, I can be a bastard, but I will not fail in a fair competition! This is the prophecy of your elf, Almighty Pastor Eith,!"

Speaking of Eth Ain's priest, the Elf Guard seemed to be afraid and retreated. Dagon felt that the cold wind around his body was a little smaller and the temperature was not as sharp as before, so he snorted, then said, "I didn't notice anyone using spells to blow wind to me."

"It's not about blowing the air, but about blowing water vapor. At this temperature, water is more powerful than a knife." Bard said: "Is your beard ring pure gold?"

"Yes, the Jiangu tribe, the Neil family's beard rings, and the pure gold." Dagon said: "How do you know that someone is doing things? The elves have helped you like this before?"

"You are the first one to let me get frozen outside." Bud said: "The flow of mana and elements are always traceable, as long as you know how to feel it. For example, I now know that you have the earth element and fire element physique, and the fire element is very strong. This may be the reason why you think you can persist better than me. Humph, I have the single fire element physique, boy, are you afraid?"

"It works if it is thick skin, thick flesh, and fat!" Dagon sighed and shook his head, saying, "I thought you would be smarter when you sober up, but I found that you were still so bad. If you can't bear it, you admit defeat early and hide in the elf camp. I think, even if someone will laugh at you, you won't care, right?"

"Hehe, I'll go back when you freeze to death." Bud said with a smile: "Boy, you are actually the idiot! If you didn't think about it carefully, you actually couldn't win at all."

"I probably know what you are going to say." Dagon glanced at Bud and said, "Now the elves don't care about you. When you and I reach the limit and my mind begins to be unclear, they will get you away and let me freeze to death here. After that, they say 'win' to you, and you will be busy accepting that victory."

"You actually guessed it?"

"I only have one question: how many times have you won with this method? Did you win? "Dagon snorted coldly and said, "When you win, is it more numb when you win, or is the cold now making you more numb?"

"I never thought that it would be a boy who could let me reach this state. Are you the servant of that elves? How did you come up with this way to kill me? Your elves are ready to oppose the elves' prime minister to discuss politics? Ascension..."

Bud shut his mouth, raised his trembling hand and touched his beard, then patted his forehead. "I said it wrong, I said it wrong."

"You are indeed wrong. I am not a servant of any family." Dagon said: "I have never studied you, I have never heard of you before, and I don't know what dirty things are there between you and the elves in this camp and the Prime Minister of the Political Affairs. I just came here and you were asked for trouble. If there were no elves guards, you would have died in the wine tent. Now, this weather will kill you, and the elves cannot save you."

"Well? Why did you suddenly become sure of it? You just said that the elf will help me win."

"The elves won't let you die, but have you ever thought about God Oli? God Oli will let you die." Dagon said: "The exile without a ring, in this natural world outside the elves camp, the laws of the Jiangu tribe take your life, and God Oli can take your life."

"You really want to kill me?"

"If you want to die, you can die. Is it difficult to admit this?" Dagon said: "You just want to die with someone else's hand. God Oli fulfilled your wish, so I appeared."

"Are you a pastor?"

Dagon shook his head and said, "No, far from it."

"Then why do you always say that God Aoli wants to kill me?"
Chapter completed!