"He is just a foreigner, and he is also an underground man. Leon, how do you know that he did not deceive you? The forty tribesmen we lost may be his conspiracy!"
The atmosphere became extremely heavy. Forty elite tribesmen died in a foreign country without even being able to bring their bodies back.
They will not be able to enter the Hall of Valor and become lonely wandering souls wandering in the outside world. This is the greatest insult to the dwarf warriors, and the anger it can arouse cannot be easily calmed down.
Leon looked at his brother blankly. Perhaps the life and death experience of this mission had made him grow, but a little growth did not mean that he had matured.
"I..." Leon couldn't speak.
At this moment, King Garcia spoke, "That's it for today. Fernando, you are right. This is indeed a big problem. I need some time to think about it. The specific problem, after I have seen it,
Let’s discuss it later after we get rid of that foreigner.”
King Garcia's words undoubtedly gave Leon a step forward and allowed him to escape the disaster. However, Leon fell into deep doubts about himself.
After hearing Feonardo's words, Leon also realized why he didn't suspect the underground man from the beginning to the end?
...
One day has passed, and today, King Garcia will meet the foreigner from the underground.
"Your Majesty, greetings." The foreigners respectfully greeted King Garcia.
"You are different from the underground people in my impression." King Garcia looked at the foreigners in front of him, which also brought a certain amount of pressure to him.
"Has His Majesty the King ever seen other underground people?" the foreigner asked.
"Who allows you to ask questions to your father at will?" Feonardo held his head high, almost looking at the foreigners with his nose.
"I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds." The foreigner was not angry at Feonardo's attitude, he still said calmly.
"It doesn't matter." King Garcia waved Feonardo to retreat, and he continued: "Yes, I have seen underground people. Your skin is as pale as the vampires. There are beautiful people, but you are also like monsters.
people."
"And you are like a monster..." Garcia said as he looked at the foreigners in front of him.
Unpleasant laughter came from the mouths of foreigners.
King Garcia's eyes were calm, and his solemn voice asked the foreigners: "Are my words funny?"
"I'm sorry, I'm rude, but I just want to tell His Majesty the King that in the underground world, never judge the good and evil of a race by appearance. I am from the Besilika tribe. Our tribe has no fight with the world and lives its own life.
If we live without invading or seizing, each of us will be immersed in our own art world." The foreigner stroked his belly and said, "Maybe my appearance is ugly, but I believe that my
The soul is filled with the pursuit of art.”
"Art?"
"Yes, Your Majesty the King, I call myself a painter."
"I believe Lord Leon has told His Majesty the King that I drew the maps. Those maps were just drawn in my spare time. If I am willing, I can draw more detailed maps." The painter said proudly.
"Oh?" King Garcia looked at him with a scrutinizing look.
The blue skin that looks like a demon, the huge lips like the aliens from the deep sea, the dorsal fin that has no purpose, and the fingers with different proportions, such a person says that he has a soul that pursues art?
King Garcia shook his head secretly, there are really all kinds of people.
"Exactly, in that case, if you draw a detailed underground map for me, there is no doubt that what I can give you will definitely be beyond your imagination." King Garcia directly stated his purpose.
"Your Majesty, do you just want a map?" the painter said.
"Any questions?"
"...No, it's just that although our family has nothing to do with the world, we still need to survive."
"What do you want?" King Garcia directly saw the painter's intention.
The painter showed an extremely ugly smile and said: "Our family feeds on minerals and metals. As long as there is food, I can draw any map no matter what it is."
"Hahaha!" King Garcia laughed boldly.
"We may be short of other things, but we are not short of ores and metals!" This is the confidence of the dwarves.
King Garcia's self-confidence naturally comes from the huge foundation that has been accumulated for thousands of years.
The painter also smiled.
"Without further delay, let's start as soon as possible." King Garcia seemed to be in a good mood at this time.
In the next few months, as planned, the artist presented the maps he drew one by one, and King Garcia also sent people to the underground world again to check the locations of these maps one by one.
During this period, many clan members died in other places, but this time, all their bodies were brought back.
The dwarf warriors voluntarily sacrificed themselves for the king. Their characters seemed to not know what death was. For them, death represented the return of the soul to the Hall of Valor and the seat of the God of Forging.
In the eyes of dwarves, dying in battle for the king is more like an honor, and the king will lead the entire dwarf race to prosperity.
"Your Majesty the King, the map of the swampland has been verified and there are no problems. Thanks to this map, we did not suffer too much loss."
King Garcia nodded, "After passing the swamp, we will reach our first stop, the Capoguya tribe. They will also be our first target."
"Your Majesty the King, the dwarf warriors are ready to go to war at any time. They only need your order." The minister said.
"There's no rush." King Garcia said.
"We are not familiar with the Kapoguya tribe. Although the dwarf warriors are brave, I don't want to see the death of my tribe."
"Your Majesty is Holy Ming."
"We still need more information, let the painter come to see me."
...
"Your Majesty the King, I don't know why you summoned me. Could it be that there is something wrong with the map I drew?"
King Garcia did not hear the strangeness in the painter's tone. He said: "No, I am very satisfied with the map you mentioned. There are no problems."
"As long as you are satisfied."
"However, we have a problem now, and I think you can answer it for me."
"I don't know what the problem is?" the painter asked doubtfully.
"The Kapoguya tribe, I need detailed maps and descriptions of their tribe."
At this time, the painter narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, it's just that, Your Majesty, drawing a map is not easy. I think I need more..."
"Ore and metal? No problem!" King Garcia said.
At this time, King Garcia had not yet realized that the ores and metals he had promised to the painter were already increasing.