The Swordsman of Faerûn

Chapter 616

"A message?" William frowned and asked doubtfully, "Wouldn't Randall Moon be willing to come here in person?"

Cheval Star Robe said: "No! Your Excellency William, Lord Morn would like to come here in person to meet his loyal subjects. But unfortunately, the Lord has more important things to do, you just have to wait to see him Later."

William sneered in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. He pretended to be curious and asked, "What important matter does His Excellency Randall Moon need to deal with? If possible, I hope I can help him."

The muttering hairless dwarf was wearing an old cloak thrown to him by a half-elf mage to hide his shame. He heard William's question, half complaining and half showing off: "A group of rebellious pariahs dare to resist taxes and refuse to pay , Randall wants to teach them a lesson and re-establish his powerful reputation, lest other untouchables forget who their real lord is!"

The half-elf mage turned his head to look at the hairless dwarf in surprise, and asked anxiously, "How is it possible? Didn't Lord Morne say he would give those refugees a few days to think about it?"

The dwarf grinned, showing his scorched yellow teeth, and said with a ferocious grin: "Aha! As for those muddy untouchables, when their lord makes a request, they should fulfill it without hesitation, instead of being arrogant." Bargaining! Such unscrupulous people must of course be dealt with mercilessly, otherwise they will be lucky, and more untouchables who wait and see will follow suit, and the majesty of the lord will be trampled to nothing."

Cheval Starcloak yelled in panic: "No! You can't do this! They are all good people! Good people! Dolam! Lairsa! Valudren! They even saved my life!"

The dwarf laughed mockingly: "Why do you think the lord sent you here? He was worried that you would hinder the disciplinary action against those untouchables, so he dismissed you!"

The spirit of the half-elf mage seemed to have been hit hard, and he was stunned and at a loss.

William interjected quietly, "Shouldn't you come here to deal with me after your lord has dealt with those 'untouchables'?"

"Of course..." The hairless dwarf snorted a little smugly, but he reacted immediately, but his remedial words contained a very uncomfortable arrogance: "No no no! You human How could a big man have such an idea, the lord wants to show you his tolerance! You should be honored! A jackal from the west (some people's derogatory name for mercenaries)!"

William gave a long laugh and said, "Tolerance? I'm sorry I don't need such disgusting things! Ms. Starpao, I want to hear what kind of message your so-called lord gave me?"

Cheval Starcloak looked at William stupidly, brother!please!Didn't you see that my sister was heartbroken?You still ask me such a thing, do you have any sympathy?
William smiled and said her request again, and the half-elf finally got out of her self-consciousness. She said in a panic: "Your Excellency said that he hopes you can provide a hundred sets of high-quality armor for the rebels. Fifty elite soldiers, one hundred healthy maids, and food for 1000 people. The lord will not forget your contribution. When those Sante people are expelled, you will get a piece of hereditary land as a reward. You Manors and even castles could be built on that land."

William laughed even happier. He laughed loudly and said, "What a great handwriting! You really deserve to be a lord in exile! What a good appetite!"

The dwarf next to him, Kimmel Durind, looked worriedly at William, then at the hairless dwarf, hesitant to speak.

William glanced at the dwarf, and then said: "I'm afraid you don't know one thing. The people in this camp are basically from Dagger Falls, and they represent at least one-third of the townspeople in Falls Town. Not long ago , they voluntarily elected me as the lord of Dagger Falls. Sorry, I have no interest in the reward that your wandering lord said!"

The three envoys were stunned when they heard the words. They looked at William stupidly, as if they wanted to find some evidence of the joke from him, but unfortunately, all this was in vain.

The dwarf sighed sadly, and the half-elf mage stared at him incredulously, and said, "You're joking, aren't you, Mr. William?"

But the hairless dwarf's eyes were red, and he opened his eyes wide with anger, and roared: "Damn human boy! You are looking for your own death!"

As he said that, the dwarf suddenly roared, his muscles inexplicably swelled twice, and his skin was rounded by his muscles, but he rushed towards William like a small hulk.

Although the dwarf seemed to be only two-thirds of William's height, he ran with an almost earth-shattering momentum. He slammed into William's waist like a small bean tank.

The dwarf Wunankai Ironthorn is an excellent impact dwarf. Although he failed to obtain the inheritance of the legendary dwarf war mad, he has the impact power not inferior to the war mad. Break the waist of the enemy.

From Wu Nankai's point of view, although William is tall, his waist is too thin, obviously he is a flamboyant and crispy human being.Of course, in the eyes of Unankai or more dwarves, the waist of any human or elf who is not the size of a bucket is too slender.

William stretched out a palm, seeming to gently support the dwarf's smooth and hairless forehead, but there was a crisp explosion in the air, and William's clothes were windless, and there were slight dents under his feet.

But Wunankai Iron Spike, like a wild boar hitting a tree with his head, instantly changed from charging to standing still. He stared at William with bared teeth, and his muscles and bones made a crisp sound of "cracking".

The two stood still for three seconds. Just as the dwarf and the half-elf, who were caught off guard by the sudden conflict, breathed a sigh of relief, the corner of the dwarf's eye suddenly burst, and blood spurted out like a water gun. Then his yellow dies burst out of the gums one by one, flying all over the ground like fried beans.

Wu Nankai's facial features and seven orifices began to bleed, his skull began to collapse, and his whole body was like rotten noodles, collapsing to the ground bit by bit.

The bloody anger in his eyes has receded, leaving only deep horror and despair. He looked at William unwillingly, but he couldn't say a word, because the jawbone that supported the dwarf to speak was broken, and he couldn't open it anymore. open your mouth.

(End of this chapter)