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Gergers could not imagine who could be called the Fatalin Society ’s own person, nor could he think of who could once again bring together the disintegrated tribes. Suddenly he thought of Olsen standing not far away.

"Olson?" Gergus turned to look at Olson. "They may trust Olsen. But what about the dwarves."

Ostron suddenly thought of a way, he looked up to the place where the golden shield was hanging on the throne. Even though he couldn't see anything from behind the throne, he was still struck by the crazy idea of ​​Draz.

"No, we can't do this." Ostro, like Gerggs before, seemed to be hit by a strong emotional lock, and he began to say instability. "This is ... this is ..."

Ostran wanted to say that this was rebellion and betrayal, but the Golden Shield family had no blood left. He wanted to say that this was a lie, but he had just made an oath. If lies can accomplish their goals, why not? But he quickly found a reason to refute.

"No, the Fatalin Association will not allow a dwarf king with at least 30,000 dwarfs to land." Osterang thought of the most critical point.

"So this is the most exciting place. Ha ha ha ha!" Draz laughed wildly, "This is the craziest part of this plan! When we arrived at Fatalin Island, we uncovered this lie! Our tribes have changed positions in the Fa Tallinn Committee! "

"We will be spurned! Eternal spurned!" Gergus shouted. "No, it's crazy. My honor ... Damn! You old bastard! You just thought when you swear! Right?"

"Haha, the honor of the three elders! Bah! I am willing to trade the lives of 10,000 dwarves for the opportunity to build a real dwarf kingdom." Draz said frantically.

"We will never get the trust of other tribes. The people of Fatalin Association will no longer have to worry about us uniting together." Shan Wu Fiction Net "Osterlang slumped on the ground and murmured. "Okay, the reputation of the three of us must be finished. But Olson's reputation cannot be destroyed."

"I never thought about ruining his reputation. He was just a fool with a golden shield. Eventually, he would become a fool with a golden shield." Draz said quietly and said slowly.

Olson Chisong wore Magnus-Golden Shield armor, holding a thousand-year-old golden shield that once hung above the throne. He rode a giant horned sheep to the front of the team, and the two elders sandwiched him in the middle, preventing anyone from approaching him.

Because of their trust in the elders, they gathered more than 30,000 people behind them, not counting the nearly 6,000 dwarves of the Stone Hammer tribe running alongside them.

The Golden Shield family who founded Kahazad-Twa city may have never imagined that their city will eventually be completely looted by their own people. Three parallel teams are filled with all the valuable things that can be moved in the city of Khahazd-Twa. Gold, silver, artwork, weapons, armor. Except for the stone and the city itself, the dwarves left nothing in Kahazade-Twa.

Elder Ostrun-Rune, who had the best friendship with the Principality of Rune, had already set out to Rune and asked them to board the ship from there. If it went well, he would use all the gold he brought to hire the ship.

Olsen was as confused as his fellow countrymen. He knew that the Fatalin Association needed more people to grow. He also knew that they were trying to avenge the Dark Night Order. But the family of Elder Osland was famous for its rune mages. His family alone accounted for half of the number of rune mages, and even now, there are twenty rune mages and At least five times the number of apprentices.

Whether it is the compatriots who think of the need to die for the Fatalin Association in the future, or the masters of the Fatalin Association who will be seized by their fellow citizens in the future. Both make him sad, and he will not naively think that he can mediate the relationship between the two parties, or change the goals of both parties. Flash Dance Novel Network

After all, I am just an architect, Olson stared at the golden shield in his hand and thought.

The territory of the Principality of Ruin is very large. It is located in the most southwestern corner of Istania and is a slightly protruding peninsula. Duke Rune originally owned an island that could be seen across the sea from the sea to the southeast. The nominal territory includes the hilly area where the dwarves live, and actually only reaches the edge of the dwarf hills.

It is not that the dwarves are too strong, but as a country between Bill Barry and Margarita, it can only survive as far away from these two powerful city-states as possible and try to meet all their requirements. At the beginning, the Duke of Rune was just a baron on the island. Through the marriage of the Count of Capos in the city of Cabos, he finally waited for the decay of the Count.

At the time, Earl of Ron, who inherited the title of Earl of Karpos, made a decision to keep Ron for thousands of years of independence. He unified the Golden Shield Dwarf to settle on the land now known as the Dwarf Hill. The dwarf helped him resist countless threats. When all the lords around him chose to attach to one of Bill Barry and Margarita, only Ruen could have a chance.

It is a pity that the good times of the Principality of Ruin seem to be over. The current Lord, Duke Louis Ron, sat behind his heavy oak desk in his study, his hands under his nose. Listen to the dwarf in front of you expressing hope that the dwarf can leave the boat from here.

The dwarves were still talking, and Louis's thinking drifted into the distance. He knew that Khazad ’s dwarves were pitted by two big city-states, but Ruen lost the most in the war between Istana and the Night Order. In the battle where Bjorn was missing, Ruen lost the most elite. Legion. Later, cleaning up the remnants of the Dark Night Order led to the loss of a large number of farmers.

Although some recovery has begun in recent years, the death of the Dwarf King has caused him to lose his most important ally. Louis dare not imagine a magnificent fortress that once owned 100,000 dwarves, but now it has been abandoned. It should be known that there are only more than 30,000 people in Karpos, the capital of Ron. Even if we count the dwarves who fled to Ruin and the dwarves who stayed here, there are only a little over 50,000 people.

Louis began to think about who was more likely to win between Bill Barry and Margarita. As for preventing them or expecting to maintain independence, it is no longer possible. They don't even care about the once powerful dwarves, indicating that they have reached an imperative time to unify the kingdom.

"What do you think?" Louis asked the deputy who was sitting next to him. This was a beautiful man who had helped him manage many things in the past few years after the night church was expelled.

"Allow me to ask questions, dear Elder Ostro." The beautiful man with a bazao on his upper lip stood up and said after a ceremony. Asked after receiving an affirmative response from Osterang. "I'm curious where are you going? As far as I know, it seems that the orcs are going north. The journey to the empire is too far away."

"I don't know about this. I will always follow our king, no matter where he chooses to go." Osterlang replied with a smile.

"Please forgive me for your rudeness. May your king be ..." the beautiful man leaned over again and asked.

"Bjorn-Golden Shield. Aura is on, and he is lucky to return." Osterlang said religiously.

"Oh. Congratulations, then." The beautiful man named Moradron said with a smile.

Moradron pretended to think, but he wanted to laugh inside. Only one dwarf in the dungeon was alive. If Bjorn had not turned into a bone, it would be the crazy dwarf. I just didn't expect the dwarves to be crazy.

But Moradron looked secretly at Osterang. He doubted that his former companion would let the dwarf come back. But the dwarf does not seem to make a fake king, which is not in line with the dwarf's character. If true, a dwarf king would rarely go to another dwarf king.

Therefore, whether or not a companion in the Black Tower put the dwarf back, the Dwarf King has a high probability of intending to go to the island where the Black Tower is located. And the Duke of Louis was so weak that he wouldn't do it even if he used the excuse to delay the dwarf's departure.

"Master Duke, I think as our allies, we should help our esteemed friends." Moradron said respectfully.

"Well, I mean that too." Louis touched the ring on his hand. "Then Lord Baron del Sur, please arrange the boat for our friends."

"Follow your orders, lord." Moradron said.

Moradron sent the dwarf out of the castle and called several of his men to accompany the dwarf to the pier to hire a boat. He returned to the study of the Duke of the castle.

"Is there anything else? Sir Baron." Duke Louis asked curiously when he saw Moradron going.

"Yes, lord, very important thing." Moradron walked to the oak table and said. "I suspect the dwarves will go to an island on the Great West Sea."

Moradron didn't wait for Louis to interrogate, and could only continue to speak after swearing stupidly.

"That island is very large and rich in resources." Moradron said, and then found that the Duke was still indifferent. Can only sigh secretly and clarify the words. "It is said that there seems to have never been developed there, and no one claims to belong."

"Landlessness?" This time the Duke of Louis finally understood what Moradron said. "An island? How big is it?"

"I don't know. Rumors are close to Istana." Moradron chuckled. "We can ..."

"There are at least 30,000 dwarves, even if they lose a lot because of the war. We can't fight it." Louis waved his hand to stop Moradron's words. "And I will not and do not want to hurt the dwarves, they have sheltered Ron for nearly a thousand years. I hope that land can make them live better."

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Gergers could not imagine who could be called the Fatalin Society ’s own person, nor could he think of who could once again bring together the disintegrated tribes. Suddenly he thought of Olsen standing not far away.

"Olson?" Gergus turned to look at Olson. "They may trust Olsen. But what about the dwarves."

Ostron suddenly thought of a way, he looked up to the place where the golden shield was hanging on the throne. Even though he couldn't see anything from behind the throne, he was still struck by the crazy idea of ​​Draz.

"No, we can't do this." Ostro, like Gerggs before, seemed to be hit by a strong emotional lock, and he began to say instability. "This is ... this is ..."

Ostran wanted to say that this was rebellion and betrayal, but the Golden Shield family had no blood left. He wanted to say that this was a lie, but he had just made an oath. If lies can accomplish their goals, why not? But he quickly found a reason to refute.

"No, the Fatalin Association will not allow a dwarf king with at least 30,000 dwarfs to land." Osterang thought of the most critical point.

"So this is the most exciting place. Ha ha ha ha!" Draz laughed wildly, "This is the craziest part of this plan! When we arrived at Fatalin Island, we uncovered this lie! Our tribes have changed positions in the Fa Tallinn Committee! "

"We will be spurned! Eternal spurned!" Gergus shouted. "No, it's crazy. My honor ... Damn! You old bastard! You just thought when you swear! Right?"

"Haha, the honor of the three elders! Bah! I am willing to trade the lives of 10,000 dwarves for the opportunity to build a real dwarf kingdom." Draz said frantically.

"We will never get the trust of other tribes. The people of Fatalin Association will no longer have to worry about us uniting together." Shan Wu Fiction Net "Osterlang slumped on the ground and murmured. "Okay, the reputation of the three of us must be finished. But Olson's reputation cannot be destroyed."

"I never thought about ruining his reputation. He was just a fool with a golden shield. Eventually, he would become a fool with a golden shield." Draz said quietly and said slowly.

Olson Chisong wore Magnus-Golden Shield armor, holding a thousand-year-old golden shield that once hung above the throne. He rode a giant horned sheep to the front of the team, and the two elders sandwiched him in the middle, preventing anyone from approaching him.

Because of their trust in the elders, they gathered more than 30,000 people behind them, not counting the nearly 6,000 dwarves of the Stone Hammer tribe running alongside them.

The Golden Shield family who founded Kahazad-Twa city may have never imagined that their city will eventually be completely looted by their own people. Three parallel teams are filled with all the valuable things that can be moved in the city of Khahazd-Twa. Gold, silver, artwork, weapons, armor. Except for the stone and the city itself, the dwarves left nothing in Kahazade-Twa.

Elder Ostrun-Rune, who had the best friendship with the Principality of Rune, had already set out to Rune and asked them to board the ship from there. If it went well, he would use all the gold he brought to hire the ship.

Olsen was as confused as his fellow countrymen. He knew that the Fatalin Association needed more people to grow. He also knew that they were trying to avenge the Dark Night Order. But the family of Elder Osland was famous for its rune mages. His family alone accounted for half of the number of rune mages, and even now, there are twenty rune mages and At least five times the number of apprentices.

Whether it is the compatriots who think of the need to die for the Fatalin Association in the future, or the masters of the Fatalin Association who will be seized by their fellow citizens in the future. Both make him sad, and he will not naively think that he can mediate the relationship between the two parties, or change the goals of both parties. Flash Dance Novel Network

After all, I am just an architect, Olson stared at the golden shield in his hand and thought.

The territory of the Principality of Ruin is very large. It is located in the most southwestern corner of Istania and is a slightly protruding peninsula. Duke Rune originally owned an island that could be seen across the sea from the sea to the southeast. The nominal territory includes the hilly area where the dwarves live, and actually only reaches the edge of the dwarf hills.

It is not that the dwarves are too strong, but as a country between Bill Barry and Margarita, it can only survive as far away from these two powerful city-states as possible and try to meet all their requirements. At the beginning, the Duke of Rune was just a baron on the island. Through the marriage of the Count of Capos in the city of Cabos, he finally waited for the decay of the Count.

At the time, Earl of Ron, who inherited the title of Earl of Karpos, made a decision to keep Ron for thousands of years of independence. He unified the Golden Shield Dwarf to settle on the land now known as the Dwarf Hill. The dwarf helped him resist countless threats. When all the lords around him chose to attach to one of Bill Barry and Margarita, only Ruen could have a chance.

It is a pity that the good times of the Principality of Ruin seem to be over. The current Lord, Duke Louis Ron, sat behind his heavy oak desk in his study, his hands under his nose. Listen to the dwarf in front of you expressing hope that the dwarf can leave the boat from here.

The dwarves were still talking, and Louis's thinking drifted into the distance. He knew that Khazad ’s dwarves were pitted by two big city-states, but Ruen lost the most in the war between Istana and the Night Order. In the battle where Bjorn was missing, Ruen lost the most elite. Legion. Later, cleaning up the remnants of the Dark Night Order led to the loss of a large number of farmers.

Although some recovery has begun in recent years, the death of the Dwarf King has caused him to lose his most important ally. Louis dare not imagine a magnificent fortress that once owned 100,000 dwarves, but now it has been abandoned. It should be known that there are only more than 30,000 people in Karpos, the capital of Ron. Even if we count the dwarves who fled to Ruin and the dwarves who stayed here, there are only a little over 50,000 people.

Louis began to think about who was more likely to win between Bill Barry and Margarita. As for preventing them or expecting to maintain independence, it is no longer possible. They don't even care about the once powerful dwarves, indicating that they have reached an imperative time to unify the kingdom.

"What do you think?" Louis asked the deputy who was sitting next to him. This was a beautiful man who had helped him manage many things in the past few years after the night church was expelled.

"Allow me to ask questions, dear Elder Ostro." The beautiful man with a bazao on his upper lip stood up and said after a ceremony. Asked after receiving an affirmative response from Osterang. "I'm curious where are you going? As far as I know, it seems that the orcs are going north. The journey to the empire is too far away."

"I don't know about this. I will always follow our king, no matter where he chooses to go." Osterlang replied with a smile.

"Please forgive me for your rudeness. May your king be ..." the beautiful man leaned over again and asked.

"Bjorn-Golden Shield. Aura is on, and he is lucky to return." Osterlang said religiously.

"Oh. Congratulations, then." The beautiful man named Moradron said with a smile.

Moradron pretended to think, but he wanted to laugh inside. Only one dwarf in the dungeon was alive. If Bjorn had not turned into a bone, it would be the crazy dwarf. I just didn't expect the dwarves to be crazy.

But Moradron looked secretly at Osterang. He doubted that his former companion would let the dwarf come back. But the dwarf does not seem to make a fake king, which is not in line with the dwarf's character. If true, a dwarf king would rarely go to another dwarf king.

So, whether or not the companion in the Black Tower put the dwarf back, the Dwarf King has a high probability of going to the island where the Black Tower is located ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and the Duke Louis is too weak However, even if the dwarf is delayed on the pretext, I'm afraid I won't do it.

"Master Duke, I think as our allies, we should help our esteemed friends." Moradron said respectfully.

"Well, I mean that too." Louis touched the ring on his hand. "Then Lord Baron del Sur, please arrange the boat for our friends."

"Follow your orders, lord." Moradron said.

Moradron sent the dwarf out of the castle and called several of his men to accompany the dwarf to the pier to hire a boat. He returned to the study of the Duke of the castle.

"Is there anything else? Sir Baron." Duke Louis asked curiously when he saw Moradron going.

"Yes, lord, very important thing." Moradron walked to the oak table and said. "I suspect the dwarves will go to an island on the Great West Sea."

Moradron didn't wait for Louis to interrogate, and could only continue to speak after swearing stupidly.

"That island is very large and rich in resources." Moradron said, and then found that the Duke was still indifferent. Can only sigh secretly and clarify the words. "It is said that there seems to have never been developed there, and no one claims to belong."

"Landlessness?" This time the Duke of Louis finally understood what Moradron said. "An island? How big is it?"

"I don't know. Rumors are close to Istana." Moradron chuckled. "We can ..."

"There are at least 30,000 dwarves, even if they lose a lot because of the war. We can't fight it." Louis waved his hand to stop Moradron's words. "And I will not and do not want to hurt the dwarves, they have sheltered Ron for nearly a thousand years. I hope that land can make them live better."