Different World Online

Time passed, and a week passed in a flash;

The main force of the dwarves had already assembled, and the few remaining patrols no longer went out on patrol, instead defending the city walls;

Meanwhile, Eugene, along with several young Orcs, traveled day and night to the agreed trading location;

On Margaret's side, the slave traders who had been secretly trading with her rushed to her dungeon from the city of Menzoberranzan with large amounts of food.

With the help of the tunnel dug by Steve, a storm against the gray dwarves was brewing rapidly;

From capture, to transportation, to sales, to after-sales service, all departments are ready.

How could the evil gray dwarves have imagined that the death of an insignificant dwarf at the end of the multiverse would bring them such a catastrophe.

Blocking the only exit of the gray dwarf's lair, Steve leaned against the square cave wall and waited quietly.

In front of him, the natural mine cave had already been completely renewed;

It was a large, square cave, divided in the middle by a thick wall;

There was a square hole in the wall, neither too big nor too small, just enough for a gray dwarf to duck through.

There was a large black hole on the ground near the outside, which was six feet long and two meters wide. Steve considerately covered the hole with a thin stone slab.

The most crucial part of his plan was a dark spider thread located just below the small hole in the wall;

This is the spider silk spit out by the spider elves. It is much tougher and sharper than steel, and can easily cut the Achilles tendon of the gray dwarf. This was contributed by the lovely drow maid, Miss Margaret.

It is said that the spider silk was taken from a thread on her sexy underwear.

Later, he would hide behind the wall, blur the stone slab on the ground to confuse the gray dwarf's vision, and at the same time control the spider silk fixed on the wall to cut off the gray dwarf's Achilles tendon.

After this process, the gray dwarf not only lost the ability to move, but also fell into the big pit, unable to block the gap.

The most important thing is that with the gray dwarf's ability to recover, a minor injury like a ruptured Achilles tendon would only take a month or so.

When he is transported to the city of Menzoberranzan, he will become another excellent slave.

Just as Steve was waiting silently with an expressionless face, the sounds of shouting and killing could be heard from the gray dwarfs' lair.

The completely different dwarven languages ​​mixed together, roaring continuously like explosives exploding.

Afterwards, the cave began to shake slightly, and many gray dwarves ran towards this exit;

There are seven exits in total, and Steve blocked six of them, and the locations he blocked were all quite far away from the gray dwarf's lair.

Perhaps these fleeing gray dwarves will only find that the exit is blocked when they reach it!

This was also Steve's careful consideration. A portion of these gray dwarves must be left for the dwarves to vent their anger.

In this case, let the dwarves deal with those who chose the wrong exit.

Most importantly, blocking the end of the exit will allow you to avoid the gray dwarves guarding the exit;

It's late at night, it's a good time to catch them all in one fell swoop!

The heavy and rapid footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Steve's index finger pressed on the tough and sharp spider silk, and the power of the void spread quietly.

At the entrance of the cave, a gray dwarf was pushed out with his head down. The sharp spider silk cut through it, and the unlucky fellow fell forward and fell headfirst into a deep pit that looked like the ground but was actually bottomless.

The screams quickly died down, without causing the slightest ripple amid the noisy shouting and cursing.

The second one...

The third...

......

The countless...

Steve sat behind the wall with a bored look on his face, his index finger moving rhythmically, and the gray dwarf fell into the deep pit like dumplings.

After an unknown amount of time, the frequency of the gray dwarves passing through here decreased, from one per second to one every three or four minutes.

Inside the lair, the dwarves' unique loud voices gradually disappeared.

Seeing this, Steve took back the bloody thread from the drow maid, bent down and crawled into the hole, then turned around and completely sealed this small hole that was like a huge mouth of the abyss.

The gray dwarves outside were left to the drow maid, so Steve didn't need to worry about them at all;

What he had to do now was to follow the victorious dwarves back to the surface and prepare to start a new journey.

Walking into the lair that was brightly lit by fire, a large number of dwarf soldiers were walking through the buildings, searching for the remnants of the gray dwarves.

In the ruins at the center of the old nest, the patrol captain, Prince Travok, was wearing heavy armor and looking around with a serious face.

Seeing this, Steve was about to step forward, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a big man following the dwarf.

The next second, his face turned dark.

"Bobby! Why did you come down!" a roar.

In the distance, Bobby's movements suddenly stopped as if he had pressed the pause button. His round head turned towards the direction where the sound came from, and the cheerful smile on his face slowly disappeared.

It's over! Barbie is gone!

How could you get caught if you sneak out to play around?

Thinking of this, Bobby looked at Captain Formon in front of him for help. His pitiful appearance was so frightening that it made people's scalps tingle.

In front, looking at the stiff face of his cheap apprentice, Fumon scratched his chin helplessly and took him to Steve.

"Steve, Poppy is a fast learner, but she needs real practice to solidify what she's learned."

With just one sentence, Steve immediately nodded obediently, like a parent standing in front of the class teacher.

"Yes, okay, I should. Don't worry, I will definitely do as you say."

As he spoke, Steve patted Bobby's round belly and urged impatiently:

"Listen to the teacher, not me! Do you understand?"

Bobby shrank his head and said nothing.

Seeing this, Steve frowned, patted her belly hard, and emphasized:

"do you understand?"

"I see." Bobby nodded slightly.

Although she didn't know what she should understand, it seemed that Steve had some problems with his brain, so it was better to just give him a perfunctory answer.

Letting Bobby continue strolling with Captain Formont, Steve walked towards the center of the gray dwarf's lair;

Facing Steve's arrival, the two dwarves with gray beards simultaneously grinned and laughed heartily.

“Steve, Thorin has been unreliable since he was a child, but his friend... no, my friend, you really surprised me!

Thank you for your help to the dwarves. The door of Thorium Hall is always open to you!"

Prince Travok stood on the stone, opened his strong arms and put them around Steve's neck;

"Dwarves don't say cheesy things!

I, Travok Battlehammer, solemnly invite you, our friend, to join the dwarven feast!"

"Me too!" The patrol captain took off his iron gloves with a sincere smile on his face, reached out and patted Steve's shoulder heavily.