"That's enough, Balder. What are you doing that is embarrassing? I'm just asking you about the specific situation when Uncle George was injured. Stop crying for me. If you want to remain a brave dwarf warrior, you'd better give me all your money."
Please explain all the details clearly, otherwise I will burn all your beard."
Liu Yifei could no longer bear the crying and childlike behavior of the other party. Three or four minutes had passed since Balder suddenly fell to his knees and began to blame himself, but the bearded dwarf's self-blame still seemed to have no end.
At present, every minute is precious, Liu Yifei decided not to tolerate it any longer, so he yelled angrily.
Suddenly hearing Liu Yifei's anger, Balder was also shocked, especially when he heard that he wanted to burn off his beard. Although he didn't know how capable the young man invited by Old George to rescue was, Balder still made a wise choice.
Shut up.
"Don't cry? If you don't cry, tell me clearly like a man what happened? The way you cried just now made me sick, and I couldn't hear a single word of what you said."
Liu Yifei repeated coldly.
"yes......
The situation at that time was like this. When the monsters in the mine first started to invade, we finally figured out what monsters were causing trouble underneath, because what came out was a large number of ghost creatures-the undead.
If these guys are there, it basically eliminates the possibility of other monsters mixing together. After all, the death energy carried by the undead is too strong. Few other life-type creatures are willing to coexist with these guys. They are either
Undead, or all undead monsters.”
After listening to Liu Yifei's scolding, Balder finally calmed down a little bit of his excitement and began to explain slowly.
"Although the undead are also very difficult to deal with, they are not a very troublesome thing for us.
At first, George was just directing us soldiers to fight from the sidelines, but as the battle continued, the undead monster's ability to quickly recover from injuries exceeded the endurance limit of us dwarves.
More and more dwarf warriors are losing their physical strength faster and faster, and their hand and foot movements have become slower.
In the face of tireless undead creatures, the loss of physical strength means the loss of life.
Soon, there were casualties among the dwarf warriors.
In order to make up for the lack of combat effectiveness, George recruited soldiers from the three patrol teams in our other villages and put our three patrol captains into the frontal battlefield.
At that time, we really suppressed the influx of undead monsters, and we even counterattacked back to the entrance of the cave.
Not long after the fight, a terrifying 'god of death' suddenly came out of the hole.
The guy's bone-white palm held a huge crimson scythe, as if the weapon had sucked the blood of innocent people, and his eyes were filled with cold murderous intent. I will never forget being struck by those eyes.
The moment the eyes locked.
At that time, the god of death came straight towards me~
I never thought that I would meet such a powerful opponent in that battle. To be honest, that guy's strength far exceeded mine, and I knew that I couldn't defeat him at all.
Then, while I was moving inadvertently, I tripped over a stone or something else under my feet, and fell to the ground.
At the same time, the crimson giant scythe swept over my head~
Hammer on top, it was really the longest ten breaths of time I have ever spent in my life. It was so long that I thought I had already spent the rest of my life~
But I was undoubtedly lucky, because I stumbled and escaped the opponent's fatal blow.
However, my luck obviously did not transfer to Cobol. That guy was fighting further back in a straight line with me, and he was besieged by more than a dozen undead, and his sight was blocked to a great extent.
No matter how much we shouted, he couldn't clearly see the situation on our side, but the scary thing was that the God of Death had already rushed towards him.
At the last moment of life and death, George suddenly intervened on the battlefield and appeared directly in the path of Death, protecting Cobol behind him.
Then he quickly killed the god of death who was planning a sneak attack.
George's power at that time deeply shocked us. We all know that George is more powerful than us, otherwise he would not have been selected by the great elder to become the village chief.
However, since leaving the big tribe, George has gradually had fewer opportunities to take action, and many of his ideas have become more...more and more human-oriented, completely different from traditional dwarves.
So gradually everyone didn't respect him enough.
George knew all these things and had been enduring them silently without arguing with any of us. Under such circumstances, he suddenly jumped into the field and saved Cobol, which affected all of us.
impact
Then, George came all the way to help me up.
To be honest, at that moment I really felt that the gap between me and George was so big. I didn’t understand why I always disliked everything George did and said.
Obviously, we all know that what he said is right. Obviously, we all know that following what George said will be better for the development of our village, but everyone is just unwilling to accept it~
I would even rather pretend not to understand and hurt him.
And he, this person who has been hurt by us, actually thought of coming to help me personally on such a dangerous battlefield... Wuwuwuwu~~~ George, it was me who hurt you.
....." As he spoke, Balder seemed to remember something sad, and he sobbed loudly again.
"Stop talking about things and don't cry. Didn't you say that George successfully killed the god of death? How could he be injured again?" Liu Yifei asked with a frown.
"Because there is more than one enemy and more than one Death God hiding in the mine.
Just when George walked up to me and blocked me from the undead spirit rushing towards me, I realized that I saw angel-like holy wings on his body.
But just as I was stunned, a death god suddenly rushed out from the shadow of the mine entrance.
The guy's speed was so fast that even though I saw the whole process, I didn't have time to shout out even one word to remind George.
Then, George was hit by the opponent's Soul Scythe.
The huge light blade formed by condensing a large amount of negative energy penetrated George's thick brass armor, tore his skin, and then penetrated completely from the chest.
At that moment, watching George being seriously injured in front of me in order to protect me, I felt the outbreak of the "power of hatred". If I couldn't kill that beast of death with my own hands, I was afraid I would never forgive myself for the rest of my life.
However, that bastard George didn't even grant me this little wish.
Just when I was about to fight for my life, George suddenly turned around with his badly injured body, and then gathered all his strength to smash his war hammer at the God of Death who was about to retreat deep into the mine...
Oh my god~ That was George's most precious thing. It had accompanied him through countless battles. But at that time, he actually smashed the big hammer.
No one can tell how crazy George was at that time...
Fortunately, there were only two Death Gods gathered near the entrance of the mine at that time, and they were all killed by George. Even though George was seriously injured, we still managed to snatch him back.
Then I brought it to the Great Elder, hoping that the Great Elder could find a way to cure George's wounds, but I didn't expect..."
"I didn't expect that I have become old and confused. I have long forgotten many spells and incantations. I can't even remember the methods of healing potions passed down in the tribe. How can I have the ability to treat George's serious injury...
."
Balder was talking pitifully, with runny noses and tears flowing down his cheeks and onto his beard from time to time. But when he mentioned the Great Elder, a familiar voice came from Liu Yifei.
Suddenly something came from the inner room on the other side. Liu Yifei took a quick look and saw that it was the white-bearded dwarf holding a staff who was walking out of the inner room with the support of a dwarf servant.
"Hey... I didn't expect that little George would be so seriously injured this time.
Although in the past, soldiers in the village would be sent to me for treatment if they were injured, George's condition was so bad that I was unable to relieve his pain.
Even though I tried my best, I couldn't even stop his bleeding. The only thing I could do was to slightly slow down the rate of blood loss...
Since we broke away from the Elf camp, although we occasionally have the experience of fighting undead creatures, we rarely encounter extremely powerful undead creatures such as Death. We are not prepared for many potions against these evil spirits.
And the quality and reserves of the therapeutic potions are obviously not enough..."
The elder slowly walked to the original chair with the help of the servants, but his eyes kept staring at George who seemed to be sleeping on the ground. From there, Liu Yifei read a sense of reluctance and regret, as well as a little suppressed deepness.
of self-blame.
But in this regard, Liu Yifei doesn't feel that the Great Elder needs to bear too much responsibility...
