Different World Online

At daybreak, Steve returned to Thorium Hall and found Bruno who had just walked out of the house;

"Mr. Bruno, please inform His Majesty the King and the Church to be ready to take action against the gray dwarves in the next few days."

Hearing this, Bruno's sleepy eyes suddenly widened and all his sleepiness disappeared.

"Really?"

"Yes!" Steve nodded seriously.

"I plan to open a mine tunnel directly to the gray dwarf's lair.

But I have a favor to ask.”

"You tell me! As long as I can deal with these damn guys, I'll accept any request... I'll speak to His Majesty the King!"

He originally wanted to say I agree to everything, but when the words came to his lips he realized that he had no right to agree to everything.

Steve was not surprised to hear this.

"It's like this. If you block this group of gray dwarves, can you guarantee that they will be completely wiped out?"

"No!" Bruno shook his head bluntly.

“That’s right, if they escape, wouldn’t the hatred be sown?

Maybe they will escape back to the underground gray dwarf city, and more gray dwarves will target your mineral veins.

How about this, we block them up and leave a hole for them to escape;

Then I'll lure another wave of drow elves over and let them kill each other, what do you think?"

Looking at Steve's bright eyes, Bruno fell silent.

He was somewhat hesitant and somewhat moved;

The dwarves may be honest, but they are not stupid at all. Doesn't Steve have any intention for being willing to do so much?

It was obvious that he had some intention.

But judging by one's deeds rather than one's heart, no one is perfect;

No matter what Steve is seeking, his actions of helping Thorium Hall are real;

After a long silence, the old dwarf, who had always been a bit long-winded, finally raised his head and looked at Steve seriously.

"Steve, I wonder what punishment those damn gray dwarves will get in the end!"

"Eternal servitude!"

Hearing this, Bruno frowned slowly and asked hesitantly:

“Isn’t it a bit too light?

If possible, I still think killing them is the most satisfying way for me."

Hearing this, Steve's eyes twitched twice.

This... underestimates the hatred between dwarves and gray dwarves!

"Well... it's like this, you may have underestimated how cruel the drow are to their slaves.

They... um... how should I put it, the slaves they enslaved were living in greater pain than death."

"Are you sure?" Bruno asked doubtfully.

"Would you like me to describe it to you?"

"Forget it!" Bruno shook his strong head quickly.

“I have no interest in those damn long ears!

Ah! Especially the Dawn Elves among the High Elves. I really hate this frivolous, arrogant, lonely, weak long-eared race!

Thinking back to when I was young...”

Looking at Bruno who started to talk endlessly again, Steve sighed helplessly, coughed lightly and reminded:

"Mr. Bruno, perhaps you should inform His Majesty and Mr. Travok of what we discussed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bruno, who had been talking endlessly, clapped his hands suddenly and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes! I almost forgot! I'll go right away!"

After saying that, he ran away with his short legs and disappeared.

After saying goodbye to Bruno, Steve took a deep breath of the warm air in the city and walked towards his temporary home.

The house was empty except for the large animal hide spread on the floor, and Bobby was not at home;

It seems that this girl went out for training early.

On the other side, Bruno, who rushed to the palace, also told the young King and Prince Travok about Steve's plan.

In the quiet palace, Travok calmly analyzed:

“Steve may have his own power underground, which is not bad news for us.

After so many days of observation, we have a general idea of ​​what kind of person our comrade Thorin is.

It may not be appropriate to describe him as loyal, but he still attaches great importance to friendship.

We are friends with him, that’s enough!”

At this point, Prince Travok, who had been frowning for some time, relaxed a little and nodded to Bruno.

“We shouldn’t and can’t let our friends work in vain and agree to Steve’s plan;

But one thing is for sure, those damn gray dwarves must be punished most severely!

That's all, I'll go discuss it with the church!

By the way, no matter whether the plan succeeds or not, open the treasure house, the dwarf will never let his friends down!"

Soon, Steve, who had made up for a morning's sleep, received a response from the king and the church.

They all had a positive attitude towards Steve's plan. At the same time, they all expressed their willingness to give the gray dwarves a punishment more painful than death.

Steve felt that this result was both expected and unexpected;

Who could have imagined that the dwarves' hatred for the gray dwarves was so deep-rooted?

In fact, this is not surprising, as there is often a deep blood feud between different races;

For example, dwarves and orcs will fight to the death when they meet.

Let's put it this way: a lone dwarf sees a lone orc and he'll just smash his head in with his hammer.

But when he meets a gray dwarf, he might even grit his teeth and smash the gray dwarf's body while killing the gray dwarf.

People of the same race but different beliefs are often more cruel and ruthless;

When the external pressure from the orcs is not enough to make the dwarves go all out, the dwarves prefer to deal with their evil relatives underground first.

After getting the accurate answer, Steve didn't plan to rest. He left the Thorium Hall without stopping and returned to Margaret's dilapidated underground city through the mine tunnel outside the city.

When I saw this girl with dark and translucent skin again, she looked much better, and her cunning spirit seemed to have returned in her eyes.

Seeing this, Steve nodded with satisfaction.

Standing on a newly built section of stone wall, Steve looked at the dozen or so disabled gray dwarves who were busy and honest below.

"The craftsmanship of the drow elves is really amazing. In just one night, they can make these stubborn gray dwarves work honestly."

Hearing this, Margaret, who was standing next to Steve, smiled brightly, moved closer to him quietly, and spoke a sweet and warm voice in his ears.

"It is nothing, my great master."

"Just call me Steve. It's too much trouble to call me great master. I don't want to give the dog author a chance to pad the word count."

On the side, Margaret, who didn't understand what Steve was saying, nodded indifferently with her red lips slightly parted.

"Sir Steve, the location of the gray dwarf's lair has been discovered and marked on the map. Would you like to take a look?"

In fact, Margaret had already found out the details of the Gray Dwarf Clan a month or two ago;

The reason why she concealed it was simply to make Steve feel that she was powerful and valued herself.