The dwarf stared at the spoon to calm down and cursed: "Where is my war hammer?"
Drow said in a gloating tone: "In this place, it is not easy to find lost items. Especially the reliable and sophisticated dwarf war hammer."
Wang: "I didn't prepare the item locating technique today. Can I help you find it tomorrow?"
The dwarf glared at the mage: "How can you possibly find it? You have never seen my war hammer! The positioning technique requires you to find the nearest item in a category. How can you be sure that you have found my war hammer? You have to find the specific one accurately.
The object, you have to know exactly what it looks like."
The king turned to Elizabeth and reported: "We have found the dwarf priest."
Elizabeth looked confused: "What? How do you know he is a priest?"
"There is only one possibility for a dwarf to be so familiar with object locating. He is a priest and can cast the three-ring magic, which contains locating." Wang said in a lecturing tone, "Dwarves rarely become mages or virtues.
Rui rarely becomes a bard, and dwarves have warlocks, but they are rare because they are ugly."
"Hey! You damn halfling!" the dwarf yelled angrily, waving the spoon in his hand while cursing, "Don't think I can't knock your head open with a wooden spoon!"
King: "Dwarves like to call other races shorter species, such as using halflings to call humans."
Elizabeth: "You know so carefully..."
"My teacher said it."
"That's not true!" The dwarf stamped his feet angrily, "When I get my war hammer back, I want you to look good, mage!"
Wang: "Then you have to wait until tomorrow to prepare the item locating technique again."
Priests need to meditate every day. When meditating, they decide the magic spell they will cast today, which cannot be changed until the next meditation. Priests of good gods meditate every morning or noon, while priests of evil gods usually meditate at midnight.
Generally speaking, no priest will deliberately prepare an object location spell while meditating.
The dwarf muttered a few curse words.
At this time Elizabeth suddenly said: "What if I give you a new warhammer?"
Wang: "You gave him a warhammer and asked him to open my head?"
"No, I mean, maybe he can join us in this case? There is no need to prepare an item locating spell tomorrow. What level is the priest's item locating spell?"
"Three rings." Wang blurted out.
Elizabeth: "That's quite precious. What equipment or casting materials are needed?"
Wang looked surprised: "You don't know?"
"I am a warlock. I get my power from my bloodline. I can only cast the spells given to me by my bloodline."
Wang asked curiously: "But your father hired a sixth-level warlock master to teach you. What did he teach you?"
"In the beginning, he taught me how to sense blood and gain power from blood. After I mastered the method, he mainly taught me combat skills. Because we don't rely on knowledge to cast spells," Elizabeth said.
Wang: "Then he should teach you how to identify spells..."
"Yes, he taught it, so I can recognize commonly used spells through gestures and spells, but I don't know the materials for the spells I can't use. I can't use them anyway, so there's no point in knowing them."
Wang: "But you can infer the spell by observing the materials the enemy grabs."
Elizabeth was speechless for a moment.
At this time the dwarf said: "Hello?"
The two spellcasters in the heated discussion realized that they had left the priest alone for some time.
"In short!" Elizabeth was a little embarrassed, but she immediately controlled herself through good education, "I will give you a war hammer as a deposit for hiring you."
"No, no!" The dwarf shook his head repeatedly, "If you want me to cooperate with this rude mage and endure the damn drow, a war hammer is not enough!"
Elizabeth immediately added: "A magic war hammer, made of mithril."
The dwarf visibly hesitated.
The king waved his hand: "It's useless. Dwarves are very stubborn. We have to come up with a more convincing proposal."
Dwarf: "Huh? Well, I...yes, we are as stubborn as rocks!"
As he spoke, he began to touch his beard. These carefully groomed hairs were still neat and shiny even after experiencing the disgraceful thing just now.
Elizabeth frowned and crossed her arms: "But... I think he was tempted just now..."
King: "That is dwarf. It is synonymous with stubbornness. And he is also a priest. Dwarves generally believe in Torag, and their god is also very stubborn! Torag's priest will not be bribed by the Mithril Warhammer."
Elizabeth: "That makes sense. What about the adamantine war hammer?"
The dwarf's eyes widened.
The king touched his chin and lowered his head, not seeing anything at all. He muttered: "I'm afraid not, material things may be useless. Dwarves are more stubborn than you imagine. It will take a long time to gain the trust of dwarves..."
"No!" the dwarf waved the spoon in his hand, "You bastard is really annoying! I am the priest of Kailin! The god of wine and art, as well as travel and commerce! As long as the price is right, I can also reduce it appropriately.
A little stubbornness. Just the right amount! We dwarves are generally as stubborn as a rock!”
The king frowned: "What the hell, why would a dwarf believe in Kailin? He is the protector of the bards, he is also the god of dance, and his priests are all tap dance masters!"
After saying that, the mage looked at the dwarf's stubby legs.
The others were one step behind the mage, but in the end they all looked at the dwarf's legs.
The dwarf said angrily: "Carris Newman's belly button! You bastards! What's wrong with me being a dwarf? Can't dwarves tap dance? Watch it!"
As he spoke, the dwarf threw the spoon in his hand on the ground, patted the integrated iron plate in front of the belly of the armor, and jumped up with a beat.
Because he was wearing full armor, the various parts of the armor kept colliding with each other when he danced, making a sound like a whole army of heavily armored knights marching.
Wang exclaimed in surprise: "This is a scene that even my teacher has never seen! I thought I would have to travel for three to five years to encounter the wonders that my teacher has never seen! This is the awesomeness of study tours!"
Mark frowned: "Pelican? The kind of water bird on the coat of arms of Shallow Water City?"
"No, it's a medicinal material." Cat Man said.
The mage was still going crazy: "A dwarf priest, tap dancing! This is a magical scene that will be recorded in history!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of Father Mouse's tavern opened again, and a sturdy mercenary came out, carefully observed the scene outside, and then turned around and shouted: "Don't worry, it's not the knights who are surrounding us, it's a dwarf dancing.
! Damn, he made a whole order of noise!"
The next moment, a short halfling came out cursing: "Dwarves tap dance? Do you think I would believe it? Dwarves are... my God."
The king observed the halfling and judged that he probably had a high status in the management hierarchy of the tavern.
Before he could say hello, the dwarf who was tap dancing fell down and twitched on the ground: "I... God help me! My feet are cramped!"
The drow stepped forward and kicked the dwarf's legs first. The toe of the shoe was inserted accurately into the acupuncture points of his legs, which relieved the cramp. Then the elf picked up the stocky dwarf with one hand and straightened it.
"Damn it drow! If I were Torag's priest you would have eaten two Searing Radiances!"
The drow elf smiled slightly: "Fortunately you are not, otherwise you would be a dead dwarf. It is said that dwarves will slowly turn into stone when they die. Our mage will definitely record this process happily."
"What? I knew it!" The dwarf glared at the king, "I knew you were a damn evil mad mage!"
Wang: "No, I am a mage, the normal kind."
When he said he was normal, his teammates except Elizabeth exchanged glances.
Elizabeth: "He always casts spells very accurately, unlike a mad mage who loses control."
The dwarf raised his eyebrows: "Oh, that's right... In short, do you believe that I am Kailin's priest now?"
"You obviously are." Wang praised, "That dance step is indeed a tap dance."
The dwarf asked again: "So, as the priest of Kailin, it is normal for me to give up a little stubbornness for the right price, right? You give me the adamantine warhammer, and I will join you!"
Everyone looked at each other, and Elizabeth, as the "financier", nodded: "Well, of course."
Wang: "Actually, I just wanted to prove that you are Pastor Kailin. You can show us your holy symbol. The priest's holy symbol cannot be faked. If it doesn't work, you can channel positive energy once. At that time, your holy symbol
It will shine, and that light will be genuine.”
The dwarf was stunned, and then began to blow his beard: "Kailin's belly button! You bastard definitely did it on purpose!"
Caris Newman is the protector of dwarves and goblins. Dwarves don't hate dwarfs, but they hate goblins, so they will use Caris Newman's navel or horns as curse words and mantras. At this time, the dwarf was obviously mad and started to curse directly.
My own main god.
But Kailin is a casual god, so she probably won't care about this.
Wang: "I thought you knew this and just liked dancing."
The dwarf's beard was blown up: "You... forget it. In short, as Kailin's pastor, I can make appropriate changes when the price is right! This is the requirement of my faith! As a dwarf, I
Still stubborn."
Elizabeth: "Let me confirm again, you are ready to join us, right?"
"Yes, but I need to get the adamantine warhammer first."