Ashrufat searched around for a while and found the bodies of the other two dwarves, or the dwarves. One of them was hit by a fierce blow from a dragon, and the bones of the body were crushed and turned into a bloody and bloody thing. The other one was even worse - under the flames of the dragon, the mail on his body melted into his body. In other words, the one Mimilu found was the only one who had breathed. But he only had a breath.

It seems that things are easy to understand. The three dwarves join forces to ambush the dragon here and attack it with war machinery. The final result of the battle was that both sides were injured and the dragon died, but the three dwarves were unable to live to celebrate the victory. Although the dwarves were ready, the power that the dragon burst out before death was much greater than they expected.

It was late at night. It was the turn of spring and summer, and the night in the mountains in the southern mountains was particularly quiet. The bonfire was burning, and the flames licked the not-so-dry firewood, making crackling sounds. There were not many small bugs at night, it was a very peaceful night. Only the smell of blood in the air was still lingering.

The two big fish were slaughtered and cleaned, coated with seasonings, and emitted an attractive fragrance on the bonfire. Mimilu squatted by the bonfire, staring at the two fish, and flipping them from time to time. All of these two fish were secretly caught in a nearby mountain pond.

"Master, can you eat it?" Mimilu asked again.

"No, it's not yet reached the heat." Ash Rufate replied. Although he no longer needs ordinary food, his cooking level has been further improved due to the enhanced sense of smell. By odor alone, he can tell that the fish is not cooked yet.

A low moan came from the other side of the bonfire.

"Master, that dwarf, he woke up." Mimilu reminded.

Ashrufate moved the fish a little apart so that it could be smoked for a long time. After doing this, he got up and came to the dwarf. The dwarf was seriously injured. His chest was hit by a fierce blow by the dragon's claws, and his armor and flesh were split, hurting his internal organs. Although Ashrufate had done his best to bandage it, this level of injury could not be cured by "battlefield first aid". Even the dwarf's tenacious vitality was difficult to hold on. Of course, Ashrufate was not very sure about this. Many related books talked about the tenacity and tenacity of the dwarf, which was enough to kill a human, but could not stop a dwarf from continuing to fight.

The dwarf said a few words in a language that Ashu Rufate could not understand, but after seeing Ashu Rufate, he changed into the common language of humans.

"Where am I? Human!" His common phrase is not accurate, but it is barely communicative. "Am I seeing an enemy or a friend?"

"We are still in the mountains," Ash Rufate replied. "Don't worry, you are by your side of a friend, don't worry about your own safety."

"What's wrong with that dragon? Have I killed it? Ah..." he asked anxiously, and his quick speech touched his injuries, causing him to moan in pain.

"You killed it." Ash Rufate replied. "The dragon is dead, I confirmed its body."

"Yes... I knew it was effective... The new type of crossbow I invented is the best. I decided to name it 'Dragon Terminator', haha..." His smile further affected the injury, causing him to cough a low cry. "Where is my companion?" After the cough stopped, he continued to ask.

"Yes." Ashu Rufate did not bring wine at first, but he found supplies hidden by the dwarves at the dragon slaying, including wine. In fact, there were a lot of wine.

He took out the cup and poured a glass for himself and the other party. The dwarf raised the cup and drank it all. As the alcohol was drunk, he slowly began to become excited again, as if the injuries on his body had completely disappeared. The two of them drank in cups of wine, and Ashu Rufate listened to the other party bragging.

"It would be great if it was a dwarf. In this way, since we have the same name, maybe you can fulfill my last wish. Unfortunately, you are a human." The dwarf drank a big glass and suddenly said. "And you don't have a beard either."

"Last wish?"

"I want to be a great caster, let all my fellow citizens be amazed by my great inventions, and let all dwarves know about our lava tribe!"

In his words, the so-called lava tribe is just a small tribe.

"Don't worry, you have other relatives, they will help you fulfill your last wish." Ashu Rufate tried his best to comfort him.

"No." The dwarf put down his cup and shook his head. "The lava tribe no longer exists... Volcanic eruptions and strange plagues destroyed our tribe..." His voice was low, full of sorrow.

"A long time ago, my tribe moved to the north," he said. "There were a time when we flourished and had a large population. But then...the humans who believed in evil gods came. We fought a lot with them, many, many, and we won every battle, but in the end we were trapped...there were cut off from the contact with other tribes. Later, the volcano erupted...most of my tribes died in this unexpected disaster...and then the weirdness...

When I returned to the tribe, I only saw corpses who died of evil diseases... Now the lava tribe is only me and my brother. My brother doesn't know about this tragedy yet... Maybe our tribe can no longer prosper, but we two will definitely defend the honor of our tribe and make it the things that all dwarves look up to." His hand trembled and took off a necklace from his neck. There was a flashing symbol on the pendant of the necklace, an anvil placed on the lava.

"If Murgrim's blessings accompany you, maybe one day you will meet my brother... No, I can feel Murgrim's revelation. It is absolutely not unreasonable to meet a person with the same name as me before I die... You will definitely meet my brother." The dwarf said, and at some point, his eyes were filled with tears. "Please tell him what I did in the end, tell him what I have achieved, and make him proud of me forever."

He breathed loudly, then sucked his last glass of wine.

"I'm tired, rest for a while," the dwarf said in a low voice, then leaning against a rock. His hands were released, and the wine glass slid from his hands and rolled to the side of the campfire. His head drooped like a sleepy one.

"I will complete your commission, my friend of the same name." Ashu Rufate put away the letter. For some reason, he was also moved by the dwarf of the same name.

"What will happen to me?" He asked himself in a voice that he could only hear.

"Master." Mimilu pulled his cloak aside. "He is dead." She said softly.

"I know." Ashu Rufat looked at the dwarf. Now, the power of life has completely left this body.

After dawn, Ashu Rufate once again stepped on his nightmare horse. The dragon that occupied this place was dead, and now he could go along the mountain road without worrying about anything else. After he rode his horse forward, he looked back at the camp last night. At the edge of the camp, there was a not particularly conspicuous grave, where a dwarf of the same name was buried.

"Master." Mimilu jumped on the back of the Nightmare Horse and squatted behind Ash Rufate. Now there is no more complicated terrain in front of them. There is no need for Mimilu to explore the way, just move along the gentle area.

"Mimilu, we're leaving." Ashrufat said.
Chapter completed!