The fact that the torrent clan sacrificed children made Ora unable to recover. This dwarf girl born on the surface and raised in a human city was also infected with the bad habit of being either black or white. She always regarded herself too high and beautiful, so that she would occasionally get a deep blow to see some dark side and her spirit was on the verge of collapse.

Duncan was much better, especially after Riley gave up his wine, relying on the stimulation of alcohol and shamelessness, he cheered up again. Although he encouraged his partner, he was still far from finding clues related to the Supreme King.

"Go inside and look for it?" Duncan turned his head towards the building not far away. When it comes to finding the divine hammer, he was the most enthusiastic about it.

Unlike the bungalows with up to two stories high outside, the inner city buildings are generally higher, and the tallest one is against the rock wall, which seems to be chiseled directly from the mountain.

"Let's go." The elf agreed, standing foolishly in place would not help, and the Karas hammer would not run to his face.

"You go, I'll stay." Ola sat at the altar and was too lazy to move. She held her knees and rested her head on it. If it weren't for her shoulders and thick arms that were far wider than human women, she looked like a little girl with a frown.

"Then I'll stay, too." The mercenary said that Nasom is much better than the elves who know about Ora.

It is always good to have a care in the abandoned dungeon. Nasom stays with Ora while the rest continues to explore.

Due to the limited living environment, it is very taboo to waste space in dwarf architecture. They rarely build temples dedicated to gods like humans. Model is the father of the furnace, so the existence of the furnace itself pays tribute to Model, which also leads to each clan scrambling to build a furnace that is so majestic that it exceeds practical functions. Even the Montenegro clans have furnaces that are enough to burn the red dragon to half-dead.

Dwarves also like sculptures, usually the image of the ancestors of their clans. Dwarves firmly believe that their ancestors will protect future generations.

So the furnace, statue, and tavern are the three things Christina expects to see, not dragons, all kinds of dragons. The owner of the cave has to like dragons, not only carved the walls, but also turned the door of his home into an open dragon mouth.

"Why are you all watching me?" Gurness blushed again. She seemed to dislike others connecting herself with the stone-carved lizard.

No one answered, and after Duncan ruled out the possibility of a trap on the door, several people entered one after another, leaving nothing but footsteps. The dagger that killed the young child dispelled all the feelings related to joking.

Two women sat side by side, the tall one leaned against the shorter one, who was called the dwarf was born solid. In terms of size and strength, Aura was not inferior to Riley, while Duncan would only be stronger.

Nasom is not sure whether Ora needs her company. Dwarfs usually don’t express their feelings much. After being a mercenary in St. Addian for several years, Valan Anvil shows only two states to his friends - drunk, not drunk. When drunk, Valan must smile, not drunk, and not drunk, and that’s all.

These dwarves are all poker faces, but the mercenary is definitely not a good friend. Other girls cried because of the first mesmerization, and she had already killed the first person.

Kill, or be killed, or go back to be a camp prostitute. The mercenary captain who bought her was given three roads. Nasom really had no choice. After saving enough money to buy back the freedom, Nasom immediately jumped onto the sea ship of the Southern Kingdom without looking back.

The little girl heard that the men over there were polite to women and were gentlemanly in everything, and she was looking forward to it.

Humph, the female mercenary took out the knife she bought and took it to her eyes to appreciate. What is a man? Money is reliable! On the first night of the boat, a passenger on the same boat wanted to do something wrong, saying that it was to compensate for the bad luck of letting the woman get on the boat. The female mercenary killed him and threw the body off the boat. When the captain Milan did not find it, he might not care if he found it.

Ora still didn't speak, but she could only make a sound when she breathed. This might be related to the dwarf's big nostrils, not like that elf, damn, Nasom was upset when he thought about it.

The Elf Miss is really noble. She stutters, speaks softly, and smiles with her mouth. The ladylike style is not raised. She can easily defeat the same-sex people all over the world with her pointed ears that are almost above her head, with her shiny eyes and hair. But such a woman has martial arts skills, and Nasom cannot beat the elves, so she is even more unhappy.

She tried to imagine the convenient scene of the Elf Miss. After thinking for a long time, she couldn't become a model. There was no way. People instinctively refused to blaspheme beautiful things, and the mercenary was no exception.

Perhaps Gornes, who is more beautiful than the elves, would not provoke Nassom's jealousy, because only madmen treat dragons as similar and compare them. There are also dragons in Indy, and she has seen corpses that were half gnawed by dragons.

Since dragons can eat people, Miss Gonis may not be immune to the vulgarity. The idiot knight is interesting to a dragon, haha... Nasom made himself laugh and accidentally laughed out loud.

In an overly empty crypt, any sound that exceeds the normal volume will cause echoes, including laughter. No one likes to listen to their own voices, especially those that have been distorted.

Nasom stopped laughing. She pushed the female dwarf with her elbow, trying to find something to talk. The bones were lying five steps away, and the only living person was not out of the blue. The female mercenary who was not afraid of heaven and earth would feel guilty.

Ola did not respond. Nasom pushed her twice, then turned to look. He found Ola with his eyes open and staring in the distance.

"What's wrong?"

The dwarf did not answer, but stretched out his hand and pointed at the place where he looked.

At first, the mercenaries could not see anything, and how could they illuminate the entire dungeon with a few braziers? The place where the female dwarf pointed was pitch black for her, just in a place where the fire could not be shined.

"...I can't see." Nassom shook his head.

Ola must have known that after the teleportation, the female dwarf cared about her and Riley the most, and grabbed the two of them immediately to prevent them from falling because they were invisible. Just a few hours later, Ola seemed to have become a different person. The female dwarf pointed to the darkness that Nasom could not see through, and her posture was stiff, as if she had turned into a stone sculpture.

"Why..." The mercenary was thinking about the possibility of Aura being possessed. After all, there were dead people everywhere here, and she suddenly saw what Aura wanted her to see.

It was right to look like a child from a distance, but he was stronger than humans and shorter. The child waved to Ora and Nassom, as if he wanted them to go over.

The dwarf stood up and walked forward, but Nasom couldn't hold her back.

"Are you stupid?"

In the dungeon, he ran with a "little girl" that suddenly appeared. The fool knew that there must be something wrong with it! She thought it through, but unfortunately she couldn't tell Ora. The female dwarf neither blinked nor stopped. In desperation, Nasom hugged Ora's thick waist, but she still couldn't pull it, but was dragged forward.

There is an advantage for women to be mercenaries. She is rarely afraid, will not hesitate, and will not wait for someone to help her. Nasom let go of Ola, drew out the sword and reversed the blade, and slapped it firmly on the back of Ola's neck.
Chapter completed!