Chapter 447 New Mission

"Your Majesty Muradin, I wonder how long this time will take?"

I hesitated for a while, then took a step forward and asked, "We can't keep this battle going for ten or eight years. We have to wait for that long. This question must be asked, but we can't wrong Linya. So as an elder, I

I had no choice but to look bad.

"Well, I can't say anything about this, because so far, we haven't gotten any specific information about the enemy." As Muradin spoke, his brows furrowed deeply, making his old brown face look even more rugged.

"No information at all?"

I opened my mouth wide. I don’t need to explain in detail how important the information is. At that time, the monsters in Rogge’s camp attacked the village. If the information had not been obtained in advance, those ten villages would have been razed to the ground long ago.

Nowadays, the dwarf tribes that were attacked were only severely damaged, which is a blessing among misfortunes.

What makes me speechless is that even if I didn't know about the monster's sudden attack for the first time, I have been fighting for half a year now, and I still don't have any information about the opponent. Are the dwarves all idiots in the art of war?

When I looked at him with suspicion, even though Muradin's face was comparable to that of the miser Farah, he couldn't help but blush and look depressed.

"Of course I also know the importance of intelligence. Every time a dwarf brother falls, my old Mu feels like a stab in his heart. But this time there are too many monsters. Every time, an elite team of dwarf warriors is organized to rush to

I checked the enemy's positions for information, but they were all beaten back."

"Chong? This is not the way to find out information. Why can't you send a more robust brother to lurk there secretly?"

Hearing Muradin's explanation, I suddenly felt dumbfounded. These dwarfs are too cute. To get information and rush to the enemy's position? This kind of rigid thinking is a bit like a confrontation between two armies.

, the formations are spread out, the war drums are beating in unison, but the outcome of the battle must be decided by the generals' single duels.

Muradin's face turned red and white, and the beard under his lips trembled for a while, and then he patted the gold (actually gold-plated) armrests on both sides with half helplessness and half anger.

"We dwarf warriors... don't have any strong ones..."

By the time he said the last sentence, he was completely discouraged, and his whole body slumped limply on the throne.

There was a "pop" sound. I hit myself on the forehead, how could I forget it? If we use war arms to describe it, dwarf warriors are typical heavy armored infantry. In terms of strength and physique, they are the same level of savagery.

People dare not compete with them, but their agility and speed are far from satisfactory. It is simply more difficult for them to lurk and gather information than to ask an elephant to learn how a mouse drills a hole.

It seemed that I had accidentally exposed the sore spot of the dwarves. I smiled, and the atmosphere suddenly became silent.

"Your Majesty Muradin, can't you hire human adventurers to investigate?"

Putting on a gorgeous pleated lace white dress, Linya was as beautiful as a spotless lily, with a smile on her lips. She moved lightly, took a step forward and asked softly, with that elegant and sweet voice,

Just like a fragrant cool breeze in summer, it makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Yes, baby Linya is still smart. The relationship between dwarves and us humans is far from as bad as with elves. They hire one or two teams of idle assassins, Amazons and druids, who are the best experts in gathering intelligence.

, not a problem at all.

"It's not that I haven't considered this. However, if you only hire a few, it won't have much effect. If you hire too many, you are afraid that the location of the dwarf king's city will be leaked. You humans are full of curiosity and evil ideas. We can't

Don’t guard against it.”

Muradin shook his head desperately and rejected Linya's proposal.

Linya and I looked at each other and felt worried in our hearts. Muradin's worries were not unreasonable. Who is the most curious in the entire continent? We adventurers must be one of the best. If we really find such a big

I don't know when the secrets of the Dwarf King's City will be discovered.

However, neither the left nor the right, what should we do?

While I was worrying about this matter, I suddenly noticed a scorching gaze falling on my head. When I looked up, Muradin was looking at me with an indescribable meaning.

"Me?" I pointed to myself uncertainly.

Muradin nodded desperately, for fear that others would not know that his neck was very short, and his appearance was very funny.

Could this old guy have made up his mind to let me work as a coolie from the beginning, so he came up with such a cruel trick? It must be so, tnnd, this kind of bad character who fully exploits the labor of everyone around him, and also

They are really similar to Akala and the others. As expected, no one who becomes king is a good person.

I was so angry that I gritted my teeth, but thinking about it, this was the only way. Even if Muradin didn't say anything now, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to wait any longer and would take the initiative to take on this hard work myself. Now I just agreed.

Come down and let him owe you a favor.

The abacus in my mind was whirling, but I overlooked one thing. For a person like Muradin, who is as shameless as Farah, how much is a favor worth to him?

"Okay, I'll do my best."

I still had to pretend, I hesitated as if I had a heavy responsibility on my shoulders, and made Tualatin make a lot of promises. I even swore to my dwarf ancestors in public to ensure Linya's safety during my mission.

He agreed "reluctantly".

Now everyone is happy, Muradin's headache has been solved, and I seem to be able to complete the task as soon as possible and return to the camp to reunite with Vilas and the others.

"Very well, without further ado, I'm going to prepare a banquet now to see Elder Wu Fan off."

Muradin almost laughed with joy, jumped down from the throne, and fled with his old son in a flash.

Damn, you really think I’m a free worker, so you don’t have to rush me so much, right?

Of course I could understand Muradin's inner anxiety. If he delayed for a moment longer, one more dwarf would probably be sacrificed, so I just rolled my eyes at his back, then turned back to look at Linya, and was about to say something. But unexpectedly

Linya lowered her head first.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Brother Wu. In fact, I just guessed His Majesty Muradin's intention, but I didn't have time to remind you."

She looked at me with apologetic eyes, her beautiful eyes like a pitiful kitten, fearing that something would happen to me because of this.

"Silly girl, how should you remind me about the situation just now? Besides, even if Muradin doesn't say anything, I will take the initiative and offer it as a favor, that's even better."

Thinking that Linya's suggestion to Muradin just now turned out to be for me, my heart warmed, and I couldn't help but laugh and stretched out my hand to rub her head.

"Hehe——. It's good that Brother Wu knows."

Linya breathed a sigh of relief, stuck out her tongue playfully at me, and rubbed her little head actively against my big hand.

"Although the Dwarf King has promised to ensure your safety, you must be careful in everything you do when I am not here."

Under the leadership of the dwarf warrior, the three of us walked towards Muradin's home. Along the way, I kept reminding Linya.

"Well, I understand. Brother Wu."

Linya nodded her little head happily, and seemed to be quite satisfied with my aunty-like tireless wordiness.

"Feini, you have to keep a close eye on Linya, or you'll have to wait for Hans' manly hug."

I turned around and glared at Feini, who was still looking around, her eyes seemed not enough. This guy. Ever since he came to the Dwarf King's City, his previous enthusiasm for adventure has shown signs of resurgence. I saw her last night when I was resting.

He wandered around the area and even squatted in a corner to study it, looking like an archaeologist.

"Meow, that's all I know. Please don't say this name in my ears. Please meow~~"

Feeney suddenly burst into tears. It seemed that Hans, a man, really left some indelible and terrifying memories in her heart.

Linya, who had already learned the anecdotes about Hans from my mouth, covered her mouth and laughed softly. She slightly shook her hand held by me and gave me a cute look, as if blaming me for bullying Feini like this.

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Although Muradin is the dwarf king, the royal city also has luxurious palaces, halls, studies, etc. for the king to live in. However, Tualatin told me that the style of the dwarf palace is imitated by us humans, so after it is completed, the dwarf king can

I found that the house was too big and I couldn't live in it, so I built a small home in a corner of the royal city.

When I arrived at his simple little home, I realized that the banquet he was talking about was just an ordinary family lunch, and I couldn't help but despise it.

Although I prefer this kind of simple meal to the annoying banquet, but don't talk about the banquet, are you afraid that others will not know that you are stingy?

Muradin's wife surprised me greatly. Dwarf women are not as big and thick as men. They look similar to human women, but they are just one size smaller. They look like lolita.

Although this dwarf queen is not very beautiful, her virtuous and gentle character adds a lot to her. She stands with Muradin in just one word.

A flower stuck in cow dung...

Standing with Tualatin is also the same word.

Beautiful woman dog...

But as the saying goes, one thing brings down another, this dwarf queen really knows how to overcome strength with softness. Muradin and Tualatin, father and son, were completely defeated by her. It can be seen from the dinner table, she turned her head

, the two father and son immediately raised their eyebrows, turned around, and immediately put on a smile like a family portrait. Their acting skills were very impressive.

"Come on, come on, let me toast you."

The old man Muradin, like his son, forgets everything when he touches wine. He just greeted us symbolically, and Tuadin continued to drink wine by himself, completely ignoring our existence.

I said, don't you just want to get drunk in the name of a banquet?

After eating and drinking enough, Muradin threw me a sign that symbolized his identity, and asked a dwarf soldier to lead me the way, while he fell asleep holding the legs of a stool.
Chapter completed!