A number of strange creatures are hidden in the mountains that traverse the entire continent from north to south.

With their short bodies, they dig diligently in the mountains to build their own homes.

"What's this?"

"They look like those barbarians, but much taller."

"Ask the clan leader!"

These dwarfs, who are generally less than 1.5 meters tall, are the original dwarves.

An armed caravan responsible for transporting supplies and exchanging goods between major cities encountered a different creature during its usual transportation.

This creature looked different from most of the creatures the dwarves had seen. The long ears and 'ugly' face were a new face they had never seen before.

Not long after, a short man with two white feathers on both sides of his helmet and a beard of seventy or eighty centimeters came over carrying a huge one-handed axe.

"This skinny body like a mallet, sharp ears, let me think about it, I think I have heard of it somewhere..."

As the captain and clan leader of this hundred-man caravan, he also had the longest beard, "Barba Broken Beard." He stroked his beard with one hand and stared at the figure on the ground, looking left and right.

"Could it be the 'tall and thin wooden pole' that was rumored to be the one that started to build cities on the seaside? I heard it said by an old brother who has been to the barbarian world and imported high-quality logs."

Some relatively young men with short beards surrounded the unconscious elf, looking left and right curiously. They were especially interested in the armor with special forging techniques.

"Chief Barba, this tall and thin wooden pole is covered in blood. It smells like wild beasts and demons. How many people did he kill before his hair is soaked in blood?"

Although these short beards have short beards and little experience, they have already faced terrifying chaos disasters.

"You have a short beard but a lot of problems. Don't talk too much. Rescue him first. Although these tall and thin wooden poles often capture barbarians for unknown reasons, they will also kill beasts and demons mercilessly. There are two things

That’s enough to be our friend!”

"Yes, patriarch!" After hearing this, several young men with short beards immediately made a stretcher with cloth and wooden sticks on the spot, and swayed the unconscious elf into the convoy, eating up all the supplies.

On a cart.

"It's your turn to pull the cart this time, Cold!"

"Don't call me Cold! You are Cold. I will definitely live to have a longer beard than you!"

The young dwarf named Kord has a very short beard, only a dozen centimeters, which means that he is relatively young and will inevitably become the target of ridicule by the elderly.

However, although he is not very old, he can still pull the cart with relative ease.

As soon as the arm exerts a little force, the swollen muscles will drag the cart forward.

Patriarch Barba, who returned to the convoy, led a convoy with over a hundred people, almost half of his clan's population. Without exception, they all used rickshaws.

It was past ten o'clock in the morning, and they had just stopped to replenish food and wine. As a result, a few short-bearded men who went out to drain the water discovered the elf lying on the ground.

After eating and drinking enough to treat the wounded, the dwarves set out on the journey again, showing amazing endurance.

From ten o'clock until nightfall, I walked a full fifty kilometers in eight hours while pulling a heavy cart, maintaining a relatively fast and constant speed.

You must know that what they are walking on is not a smooth road, but a wild road with constant ups and downs and obstacles.

And no matter what obstacles they encounter, they can pull their own carts and move forward leisurely at their own pace.

"You guys got some beards, go and move that rock away! It's so in the way!"

As the leader, Barba, of course, does not have to pull the cart himself, but he has several middle-bearded men who also do not have to pull the cart. The leading team constantly forcibly handles the unavoidable obstacles encountered on the road.

When encountering boulders, a few people worked together to move them away, and used big axes to chop down the difficult plants. They forcibly cleared a path that was considered 'okay' by dwarf standards.

In the evening, the dwarves of the Barba clan came to the foot of a mountain.

In addition to the abundant trees and wild animals everywhere, there is only a small stone house, alone in the wilderness.

But this small caravan of dwarves chose to station itself around the house.

Barba Suihu came to the house with ease. There was an extremely complicated stone machine lock on the door.

This is a storage house carefully forged by the craftsmen of their clan. Unless the door is opened in the correct way, the door cannot be opened at all.

It is not impossible to use violent means to force it open, but then all the materials inside will be taken out by the mechanism, poured with kerosene, and instantly caught fire and burned to ashes.

Unless it is the Chaos Legion whose main purpose is destruction, the creatures that are interested in these storage houses will not pay attention to such dwarf storage houses that are difficult to chew and will not gain much benefit.

Dwarves and their creations are often like the smelly, hard rocks in the pit.

The moment the door of the machine was opened, the short-bearded people who had been waiting in line immediately filed in and took out boxes after boxes of food from the underground storage room.

There is also the essential alcohol, whether it is wine, distilled liquor, or fruit wine, there is no wine that dwarves don't like.

A meal without wine is a meal in vain.

To dwarves, alcohol is more like water than wine.

It didn't take long for the aroma of food and the smell of alcohol to spread around, arousing the greed of the beards who had been traveling all day.

However, in this dangerous world, taking turns to be alert and eat is the basis, so they cannot drink and sing together like they can in a safe mountain fortress.

"Clan leader, I fed him some wine and he vomited it all out. It's so troublesome."

The short-bearded Kord, who was responsible for taking care of the sleeping elves, found the Barba patriarch helplessly.

"Hmm? Did you feed it little by little?"

"yes."

"I heard that not all races drink distilled liquor. You can try some fruit wine."

The obedient short-bearded man took the fruit wine and tried it again.

"It still doesn't work! Tsk, these foreigners are really troublesome."

Because of the stubborn character of the dwarf, this short-bearded man continued to try various things without believing in evil.

It wasn't until he tried all the wine he brought that he finally remembered to give him water.

At this time, the unconscious elf had vomited all over himself and became even weaker, as if he was about to ascend to heaven in the next second.

Dwarves, especially men, are really not suitable to take care of patients, unless the patient is also a dwarf, very skinny and can be handled casually.

"Clan leader, there are 'guests' coming to bring business! One beastman fights, about two hundred people."

Just when Kord reluctantly fed the elf some water, a dwarf ranger wearing a leather hat and holding a one-handed heavy crossbow came back, walking on his short legs and panting to bring bad news.

"Hmph, these wastes really don't know how to live or die! If you eat first, get out of here and defend yourself immediately, and if you don't eat, I'll give you a minute to finish it! Protect all the goods. Anything less will be a great humiliation to the clan's reputation!

Even if we all die in battle, we still have to deliver all the goods! Do you hear me clearly?"

"oh!!!"

When all the dwarves heard this, they raised their hands and shouted loudly in unison, and the next second they began to put on the equipment on the cart.

In less than a moment, hundreds of dwarves were armed.

Sixty dwarves put on heavy plate armor, picked up axes or warhammers, and used shields to form a solid human wall at the outermost edge. The rest also wore plate armor, but the weapons in their hands became thousand-pound crossbows.

, the lethality is extremely frightening, and it also requires a lot of strength to use tools to string these heavy crossbows.

The crossbow arrows are as thick as fists.

“khazukan khazakit-ha!!”

After setting up the formation, Chief Barba took the lead in making a pre-battle roar, which meant "face the wrath of the dwarves."

“khazukan khazakit-ha!!!!”
Chapter completed!