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"...Originally, with the financial resources of the dwarves, I would never be reduced to being with poor races like you. But after the great war thousands of years ago, the demons at that time slaughtered the human races everywhere, and the dwarves exchanged with the human race. Alright, in order to support the weakest human race, share our most impenetrable gold mine with humans, and allow humans to enter the gold mine to hide."

Paxi's tone of yearning turned into gnashing of teeth: "But! Those human beings are greedy for profit. After the war, human beings took the gold mine for themselves!"

"Ah?" Damon was stunned, "Humans and dwarves still have this past? Isn't the gold mine owned by the dwarves? How did they snatch it from you?"

"In order to resist the demons, most of the dwarves left the gold mine and went to the vicinity of the battlefield. Only young, weak or old dwarves stayed there. The number was very small, but the human race stationed a lot in the gold mine. Ten times more than the dwarves."

"And gold mines are born naturally. We dwarves only developed fortifications on it. That piece of land does not belong to anyone. So after the war, the human race used the excuse that they had lived there for five years , regard the gold mine as his own country."

Passi said with righteous indignation: "After the people who participated in the war went back, they found that the gold mine was almost the territory of the human race. The human race refused to return the gold mine to us, so we had no choice but to tear ourselves apart with humans and demanded that they pay a lot of money to comfort us. All that was paid in the war, and the price of the forged products sold to humans will be doubled in the future, but those humans are even more stingy than us, and they turned to join hands with low-handed guys like goblins to squeeze the market of our dwarves!"

Speaking of this, Paxi showed a pained expression on his face: "If it weren't for those goblins, the money I can earn now would even be doubled a hundred times!"

"So, your order must not be less than a single gold coin!"

Percy approached Damon very seriously, with a solemn tone.

Dimon: ...You are still in love for money.

"All right, all right, you won't lose a dime."

"That's good! I want to catch up on sleep. You guys better not talk about gold coins, otherwise it will easily wake me up!"

After finishing speaking, Passy quickly retracted into the tent, and two seconds later, there was another slight snoring sound from inside.

Damon and Urga glanced at each other, speechless towards the dwarf who lost money.

"...Then let's not talk about money. Apart from the barren land inhabited by people, is there any place where life lives in the north?"

"I don't know the current situation, but there was a legend in my time."

"It is said that in the north, on the snow-capped mountains where no plants or animals live, there is a magical race. Their bodies are like snow, white all over, and they are very cold. They don't need to eat or drink. As long as there is snow, they can live. go down."

Urga shook his head while talking: "However, no one has ever seen this race, so I think it's just a legend."

After Percy came out and scared Damon, he lay on Urga's neck and didn't get up.

At this time, his cheek, which was warmer than the dragon's, was leaning against Urga's neck, and the temperature from there made Urga feel like his neck was burning.

"If a guy of that race meets you, he will definitely run away in fear." Urga muttered.

"Huh? Why?" Damon blinked in confusion.

"Because your body temperature is too high!"

His face was pressed against his neck, so hot that he was about to burn!Urga flicked his tail uncomfortably.

"Oh, sorry." Damon realized that he was still lying on Urga's neck, and quickly straightened up.

Who knew that Urga became even more irritable: "Why do you move your face away!"

"Don't you feel uncomfortable..."

"The wind is so strong that I'm going to be blown stupid, can't you warm me up!"

"Hey, hey, why are you so hard to serve!"

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I don't know if it's because of their luck.

In less than three days, Urga stopped before the peak in the north.

In the past three days, Passy slept soundly, but Damon was exhausted physically and mentally by Urga.Rest when you are tired, eat when you are hungry, keep warm when you are cold, and stay away when you are hot.

Daemon was so tired just from serving Urgar that he wished he could fly away by himself. When he finally saw the highest peak in the north stretching to the sky, he was finally relieved.

When flying in the sky, even in the clouds, they can't see the top of the peak in the north, they can only see the snow-capped mountains that go straight into the sky, and the snow-capped mountains emit a gloomy chill.

When he landed on the ground, Damon felt the majestic magic power spread from the highest peak to the surrounding land. Everything around him seemed real and unreal. A vast expanse of whiteness, it seems that there is nothing but white snow.

It stands to reason that in the snow-white environment, if there are any other life or plants, they can be easily found, but there is only a white in Damon's eyes, which is very wrong.

Moreover, Passy said that the Polaris dead wood is purple wood, as long as you see it, you can definitely recognize it as the Polaris dead wood.

"I can't see anything else on the summit..." Damon squinted his eyes and tried to search for purple plants.

Passy packed his tent, walked to Damon, and explained: "The magic power around the peak has a confusing effect, and can hide the existence of all other creatures on the peak, unless you go to the peak and reach some kind of plant. Or within the surrounding range of creatures, you can only find their existence. If you only look here, you will naturally not be able to see any rare treasures on the highest peak. This is the magic of the highest peak."

"That's why it's called the highest peak." Urga transformed into a human form, brushed off the dust that didn't exist on his body, and walked forward enthusiastically: "Let's go! Start the adventure to the highest peak!"

"and many more--"

Before Percy finished speaking, Urga stepped into the range of the highest peak and disappeared instantly.

"What happened!" Damon took two steps forward worriedly, then stopped suddenly.

Urga suddenly disappeared, and it is very likely that he would disappear if he walked in!

He didn't dare to go forward casually, so he could only find out the reason from Passy, ​​the guy who had been to the peak: "Why did Urga disappear!?"

"I told you to wait." Percy looked calm, looking very familiar: "The magic power in the highest peak can not only hide the existence of creatures, but also make people who enter lose their way. If you want to walk from the highest peak It takes a lot of time to come out. People who walk in will lose their tracks, and unless they are within three meters, they will not be able to find each other."

"However, Urga doesn't look like the type who will die easily. You shouldn't worry about his safety. It just depends on his appearance, it will take some effort to get out."

Dimon: ...Is this saying that Urga has a low IQ in disguise?

"At that time, I went to the peak with ten dwarves of the same race, but only five came out in the end. And I entered in spring and left here in the summer. The peak is definitely not a holy place for adventure and treasure hunting. It is very likely Dead man!" said Patsy grabbing Damon's arm and hanging on his arm like a koala, "So you must protect me inside, if I die on the top of the peak, don't you Want to find who you want to find!"

"You don't have to get too close to me, do you?!" Damon struggled to let Paci loosen himself.

"To protect me, you have to protect me personally!" Patsy is a dwarf who loves money and spares his life.

"But I can't even walk in this way, and how can you be sure that you won't get lost if you grab me?" Damon analyzed: "Since the magic here can make people lose their way, then I think there is at least something like Polaris dead wood inside." The same directional elements are interfering with our direction recognition, maybe we will be separated immediately after entering it, even if you grab me, it will have no effect."

"Then what should I do with my 30 gold coins!?" Percy held Damon still, like a naughty child: "You have to take me to find the Polaris Deadwood!"

"...Do you really want money rather than life?"

When it comes to money, Patsy is not sleepy anymore, his eyes are bright enough to illuminate: "Gold coins are the most fascinating thing in the world!"

"I didn't say I couldn't go in and look for the Polaris Deadwood. You let go first, I have other ways." Damon struggled to free his arm from Percy's arms.

He asked Passy: "You must have brought a lot of things for forging with you, right? Are there any ropes, chains and other things?"

"Yes, what are you going to do?" Passy said and took out a rope from the package he was carrying: "This is used to pack the tent."

"It can be used."

Damon took the rope in Paxi's hand, and drew magic patterns on it with magic power.

Patsy watched Damon's smooth movements, his eyes were full of curiosity.

Since the dwarves broke up with humans, the inheritance of holy patterns is mainly on the side of humans and elves. The dwarves only left some holy patterns related to forging that are unique to their race.The dwarves are best at forging weapons and tools. As for the holy patterns, the dwarves are at most familiar with some augmented holy patterns.

Percy is considered an outlier among the dwarves. He really likes to study and use holy patterns to forge utensils-this can be seen from his oracle engraved with nearly a hundred holy patterns that he uses to find screwdrivers.

However, the holy patterns he could come into contact with were only the inheritance of their dwarves. Those holy patterns were pitifully small, and Paci had long been able to memorize them fluently, and made many novel inventions and creations with those holy patterns.

But still too little!If he can have more holy patterns, he can make more and more magical tools!

So when he saw Damon drawing a pattern he had never seen before, the thirst for knowledge in Percy's eyes almost overflowed.

"What did you draw?"

"The believer's chain. It is a kind of magic pattern used to connect with the love of this life. In the past, it was used to give one's own love. It means that he will never leave the other party until death. The two sides of the believer's chain Can always sense the presence of the other party.”

"It's... not so good!"

Passy put his hands on his chest nervously and said: "Although I know that I am the greatest, most stalwart, and even the smartest blacksmith of the dwarves, I am not a casual dwarf."

Dimon's eyes were dead: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in people whose height can only be my son."

Passy pouted unhappily: "Then it's not good for me to make such a deal with you? Is there a way to untie it?"

"Don't worry, although the chains of believers used to be used by two people who love each other, they gradually evolved to be used to control servants. When the chains with this magic pattern are tattooed on another creature, the other party will become his follower. The chain of belief will draw him to his faith, and if the other party is a betrayer, the guy at the other end of the chain of belief will be worse than death. Only the end controlled by the master can be untied, and the slave end cannot be freed."

"Huh!?" Percy frowned, "Isn't this even more extreme!?"

The relationship between master and slave is worse than true love!