A few days later, under the leadership of the dwarf butcher Bogul, everyone arrived at the Lone Wolf Village.
At first glance, this is not a village at all. It is surrounded by wasteland with no shelter, and the north wind blows up, blowing up bursts of dust. There are several ancient houses scattered on the ground, but they have all collapsed, leaving only ruins.
.Some ice spiders crawled under the broken bricks, showing their vicissitudes of life.
Everyone, including Rhodes, sneered at the place the dwarf Bogur found, but Bogur was sure of himself. He led everyone under the tree. This was an ancient tree, so old that no one knew its age.
No one knows its species. The thick trunk requires five or six people holding hands to hug it. The trunk is as white as snow and is riddled with holes, as if it has experienced countless wars.
Just under this old tree, Bogul found the village he was talking about. He squatted in front of the roots of the tree and dug away a layer of soil, revealing a thick stone door in front of everyone.
"Dungeon?"
Rhodes asked curiously. Before traveling, he was most interested in dungeons. In all fantasy worlds, dungeons are an important part. Those dragons, demons and other terrifying creatures are all entrenched underground.
But in the eyes of dwarves, this is not a dungeon.
"It's just an abandoned village."
Bogul answered. Then he asked everyone to help him push the stone door open.
"There are no agencies here, don't worry. Many years ago, this was the temporary base of the dwarf hunting team, but it has long been abandoned. It is still shown on the map, but damn, this should be regarded as a place where the dead stay. But at least we can be in it
Stay away for a night."
The dwarf continued talking, he lit torches and led everyone inside.
I have to admit that the temperature here is much warmer than outside, and importantly, you don't need to worry about storms. In the land of trolls, it is normal for a storm to come from time to time.
Everyone was very relieved, but Spirit Bear was scratching his paws uneasily. Despite Rhodes' efforts to persuade him several times, he was unwilling to come in. In desperation, Rhodes had no choice but to let him find a place to spend the night outside.
"Aren't you worried about him? Your partner?"
Caroline asked, holding a torch and following Rhodes cautiously.
"Don't worry about it, it will take care of itself. Ursoc's ability to survive in the wild is much better than ours. When I met him, he was living in the Troll Mountains, which is a hundred times colder than here. In a place like that,
If it can survive, you don't have to worry about its survival elsewhere in the world."
Rhodes answered with a smile.
Soon, Bogul led everyone to a resting place, an underground hall. It can be seen that this was once a resting place for the dwarf hunting team. There are traces of being blackened by flames on the walls, and animal bones and remains are scattered on the ground.
Bogur swept the broken bones aside and lit a fire.
"Don't worry about the lack of air, friends. It's very warm here. When the dwarf craftsmen built this village, they opened five vents. These vents are connected to the ground, so there is no problem with air circulation."
Bogul said, sitting by the fire, and began to bake his big rough hands.
"Okay, let's start drinking and preparing dinner."
With that said, he walked straight to Rhodes' guards and took off those traveling backpacks.
Since he didn't catch any prey along the way, at most there were some hares and mice, which were the only meat, Bogur did his duty. He first took out the mice and hares, skinned them skillfully with a knife, and then used a sharpened branch to
String them up, place them on a wooden rack, and start grilling.
Dwarves prepare their own food, but like humans, dry food is used as backup food. Once you cannot find prey in the wild, dry food can satisfy your hunger and help you survive those difficult days. And if there is prey, then
, just eat the meat of the prey first. After all, meat and vegetables are not as good as dry bread.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"
Just as Bogul and Rhodes started preparing dinner, Celta's behavior attracted the attention of the dwarf butcher.
"Don't you see? I'm looking for some available treasures."
Selta answered casually while rummaging through the skeletons and boxes.
"Yankee, I'm warning you, you'd better not dig through a dead man's things."
Bogul said sternly. Dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes. Indeed, due to cultural differences, for dwarves, picking things off from the dead is disrespectful to the dead. However, for the Norscans, this
It’s nothing, they never waste anything useful. Located at the northernmost tip of the Old World, the Norsca Peninsula is famous for its barrenness and desolation. Everything is a precious resource. They will not waste a single item. Their son wears
It was common for my father's clothes to be used on the battlefield.
"Okay, okay, just some rotten food and a rusty axe."
Celta said, throwing away the garbage in his hands and returning to the crowd.
"The story of Dulong City can be traced back thousands of years. At its earliest times, it was a stronghold established by the dwarf expedition team exploring north from the southern tip of the continent. With the prosperity of the dwarf empire, more and more people are exploring north.
The stronghold was slowly expanded and became larger and larger. But at that time, it could not be regarded as a city. Later, a group of dwarves studying wind magic were exiled by the High King and came to the north. With no way to go,
Came to Dulong City. In the following thousand years, more and more dwarves came to settle here, especially those who were exiled and homeless, and finally arrived at Dulong City. Dulong City gradually turned into a
A real city. It is built on a high mountain, with rivers and culverts underneath, directly connected to the sea. It is the most prosperous dwarf city in the north. You can experience it for yourself when you get there. It is definitely not comparable to Blackhammer Castle."
Bogul talked endlessly about the history, culture and current situation of Dulong City in front of a group of people. The fire was roasting meat, and a peaceful and warm atmosphere spread in the room. Everyone listened with interest,
After all, Blackhammer Castle is located on the border, with limited information and not many scholars, so the people here know very little about the history outside the North. Listening to the dwarf Bogul telling their history is like listening to stories and legends
generally.
And Rhodes was sitting aside, sharpening his long sword. He knew all these stories. The most important thing right now was not to understand the history of Dulong City. Rhodes was thinking about what he would use as the main trade goods by then.
After all, this journey is not only to see Dulong City, but also to increase Black Hammer Castle’s trade income, which is equivalent to increasing one’s own wealth. After all, Black Hammer Castle is one’s own territory. The income from the territory is one’s own income.
While everyone was patiently listening to the story, suddenly, Selta by the fire shouted loudly.
"Something's got into my skin! It's tearing at my flesh!"