lizard lord

Chapter 65 The Importance of Living Ancestors

The dwarves present more or less believed what the lizard who called itself Carlos said.

They are very pragmatic and trust their eyes and hands, the lizard brought them a "gift" of dozens of goblins, which is great for dwarves who have just been ruined by hobgoblins and orcs However, there is no doubt that it is a very sincere alliance gift.

There is a long list of goblin texts written on the back of the slate, and at the same time there are remnants of goblin dust. Insula, a very old place name, is only used by creatures that lack communication with the whole world. Judging from various signs, goblins Now he is indeed standing with that lizard, and there is no need to lie about this kind of thing. It is true and false when the time comes.

The current situation of the dwarves is actually very difficult: lack of supplies, limited numbers, unfamiliar environment, and chasing soldiers.
They also evacuated with a large number of civilians. If it weren't for the dwarves' endurance and their strong centripetal force, the team might collapse halfway through the retreat. The team's ability to survive until now can only be said to be caused by racial superiority. Sincerely.

They desperately need helpers and allies. During this critical period, there is no reason for them to refuse the olive branches extended by the forest dwellers.

No dwarf wants to reject the other party. The main issue now is not whether to contact the other party, but what to do after the contact, and what changes and effects it will bring to them.

The dwarf leaders gathered together, discussing the countermeasures and plans nervously, and chatted for a long time, until finally, a little impatient, Bourne tapped the table twice with his warhammer, ready to announce his final decision.

"For the purpose of the negotiation, our request is probably not bad. As for the specific matters, I will deal with them personally. All you have to do is to wait quietly for me. If something happens to me later, my nephew will take over. I."

Just like most dwarf men, Bourne has no heirs of his own, and it is precisely because there are so many dwarf bachelors that they need a large clan family to maintain each other. At the same time, men without heirs will use their blood-related nephews as The heirs are cultivated, and they will inherit their mantle in the future.

Bourne can be honored as the living ancestor, and he is already very old. His nephew is not just a fledgling unknown soldier, but also an elite and powerful fighter, and he is in his prime. In terms of frontal fighting ability on the battlefield, he may not be better than him. Bourne is worse, but it is not easy to evaluate in other aspects.

The remaining dwarves were a little dissatisfied with this decision-not because Bourne had to find someone of his own to take over, but because he was too much of a leader, and if something happened to him, the whole team would not be far from disintegration.

The living ancestors are respected by all the dwarves including the king because of their age and feats. Bourne's great prestige is an important reliance for this team to persist until now. Another extremely heavy blow to the morale of the team.

They have been hit too many times until today, and they really can't stand more.

Bourne was experienced, and he could tell what they were thinking by looking at the facial expressions of the people around him, so he shook his head slightly.

"I have to admit that the temper of the dwarves is really not good, and the goblins have weird tempers that are completely opposite to ours. The tempers of our mountain dwellers and forest dwellers are not compatible. They will have conflicts with those goblins, which we don't want to see. Besides, no one in this team seems to have the right to make decisions except me, so it's a matter of great importance, let me compare it myself safe."

The rest of the dwarves looked at each other, and finally they all reluctantly nodded in agreement—they knew their situation well, and they really couldn't find any reason to refute.
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That night, at dusk.

Just as Tang Zhao expected, the dwarves really sent someone over.

He was standing three and fifty meters in front of the dwarf camp. This distance was very subtle. He was within the range of the ballista, but it was difficult for the ballista to hit him.

It is one thing to show closeness and trust, and another is to ensure one's basic safety. Tang Zhao does not want to be left behind.

Tang Zhao hid a few teams of goblins in the forest behind them, on the one hand as representatives of the "woodland residents", and on the other hand to help him scout the surrounding environment to ensure that no dwarf ranger would touch him and surround him.

He has seen those dwarves before, but those short legs can walk like flying in the dense forest, and they can walk lightly even wearing armor. The professionalism of a ranger is basically at the extreme.

However, the expected situation did not happen. Only one bearded dwarf went to the meeting alone, and the other dwarves watched from behind.

Tang Zhao took a high look at these dwarves in his heart - no matter what, at least these dwarves did not lack courage and integrity.

The bearded dwarf was very powerful. Tang Zhao tried to use telepathy to communicate with the other party at first, but it was of no use. The dwarf could only vaguely capture a few fragments of Tang Zhao's speech, and it was impossible to communicate at all.

In the end, Tang Zhao returned to the traditional old way for the time being, and asked Cynthia to come over to be his interpreter. The dwarves also knew the common language, and the two parties could have a normal dialogue.

[Time is running out, so I'm going to make a long story short on my own behalf, what do you have, and what can I offer you? 】

(End of this chapter)