Twenty Sided Dice

"These greedy, stubborn, brainless dwarves!" Leah shouted angrily in an elf tone. Fortunately, only Siegel could understand the urgent and fast Elvish language, so he didn't cause more trouble. The two were very helpless, and they didn't dare to spend the last money on this place, so they had no choice but to register for the license and go to the end of the team.

When the two of them passed by, they had already attracted the attention of the mercenaries, so when they walked back, they attracted even more attention. "Yo, so this beauty can't afford to cut the line? Would you like to earn some extra money?"

Leah knew the faces of these idle mercenaries, and the more they ignored them, the more excited they became. So the elves didn't even look at them, just put their hands on the hilt of the knife, not like a character to be messed with. Siegel looked youthful and prone to provocation. So a few mercenaries joked too much about the relationship between Siegel and the elves. They believed that Siegel's youthful physique was only useful in bed.

"It's rare to have such thick fingers!" they concluded.

Siegel grew up among the seamen, and he saw a lot of dirty mouths, and he was insulted at times, but he never forgave remarks that humiliated those he loved, such as old captains and elf masters. He had learned some swearing jokes from seamen, and he could have retorted, but he didn't want to swear in front of Leah, so as not to make a bad impression on her. So in Siegel's view, there was only one option left to deal with this guy—he clenched his fist.

Leah grabbed him and persuaded: "Don't deal with this garbage, lest you get your hands dirty."

"But we have to queue here for a long time, and we will be harassed by this group of people all the time!" Siegel said.

Leah blinked, Siegel's words made sense. She then let go of her hand, took off the young man's backpack, and then patted him on the shoulder to encourage: "Fight well."

With a few taps of her hand, Leah secretly winked and cast a blessing of nature, allowing Siegel's power to grow. Siegel also noticed this and became more confident. He stood opposite the mercenaries, hooked his fingers, and said provocatively, "Come on the one with the most stinky mouth."

A large group of people gathered around, and they consciously formed a circle. Mercenaries are human beings, and they don't risk getting hurt just to have a good time in their mouths - only gold and more can motivate them. So the whole point of the whole thing is to set up a game. They can bet on winning or losing, betting on time, betting on who gets ripped first, betting on anything that can be wagered. The winner takes all, the loser loses all, the banker takes a rake, the boxer pays dividends - this is already a kind of rule.

Siegel took off his shirt to reveal his refined muscles, which dropped his odds a bit. The guy opposite him frowned, as if he didn't expect this young man to be so physically fit. He jumped into the circle, moved his hands and feet, pretended to say a few words in the scene, but jumped directly to get the first move.

"Oh, **** it! The bets haven't finished here yet!" Someone shouted loudly beside him.

Siegel had been on guard against this move for a long time, and he rushed forward without even the slightest hesitation. Such an action was beyond the man's expectations—before he could reach the intended attacking position, Siegel had already punched him.

This punch hit the bridge of the nose, and the blow was a spurt of blood, and Venus shot straight up. The man's eyes moved toward the middle, his eyelids rolled over, and he fell directly to the ground. The surrounding gamblers shouted loudly: "Where did the rookie chicken come from? Who would hire such parallel imports?"

Before the banker's money was registered, it was distributed again. If it is said that the eyes are the sharpest and the hands and feet are the fastest on the entire field, it is actually these guys.

"Just now, you were so rude, don't hide behind!" Siegel pointed to the next one and said, "Everyone is waiting!"

The people watching the excitement also shouted in unison, "Wait!"

Leah was stunned for a while. It was the first time she watched such a game in person, and she just found it very enjoyable. In the past, she mainly served in the elven patrols, and rarely among the human mercenaries. And on the few occasions when he was out on an adventure, it was Sir Bill who took care of everything. She had only heard that the ser would often teach the dwarves a lesson from the unscrupulous thieves, and sometimes go to the casino to fight. Maybe it was just like Siegel is now, she thought.

The second man is dark and tall, but not strong, sending his odds soaring. However, the dealers offered the option of "young people win with a few punches", which attracted the attention of gamblers.

What no one expected was that the **** guy would kick his legs and attack as soon as he got up, hitting fast and far. Siegel tried to approach several times, but was forced away by the long legs. The onlookers cheered loudly, especially those gamblers who beat Siegel with a high number of punches or who upset the big black, shouted excitedly.

Another leg came flying, Siegel took a deep breath, took a hard blow with his body, and quickly clamped the long leg with his arm. After he got the chance to get close to the enemy, he turned with force and punched the man's abdomen at the same time. The fist strengthened by the magic of the elf master is as strong and powerful as a hammer, and the flesh and blood cannot bear it. The **** only took a few hits before shouting "surrender!"

Siegel didn't let him go, but continued to threaten with his fists until he apologized to the elf. In this way, he won the second victory.

There were two guys with dirty mouths who were not taught a lesson, and Siegel stared at them closely. These two people saw that the situation was not good, and they did not want to be beaten on the field. Especially the beaten fighters get no dividends at all—unless the winning gamblers are expected to get some "consolation money"—in which case they don't want to be beaten for nothing.

Seeing that neither of those two came out, the gamblers were reluctant. They spit and spit, adding the titles 'coward' and 'soft egg' to try to provoke them.

But the competition didn't start after all. The two wanted to understand their situation and hurried out to apologize. Originally, the gamblers also hoped that Siegel would continue to be young and vigorous and continue to make trouble, so that they would have the opportunity to force out the masters of the mercenary group where the two belonged. But Siegel handled things like a knight and ended it after accepting an apology.

He also successfully received six gold coins in dividends.

"Very good, you did a good job." Leah praised: "In addition to martial arts, you are also learning from Bill in the way you behave and do things, which will enable you to go further in the future."

After a while of carnival, the bored mercenaries had new conversation points and could be honest for a while. Siegel paced slowly along with the long line until five hours later they were able to pass the gate. The two handed in the sign and rode up the mountain.

The top of Mora is the second highest mountain in the New World. It is said that if it falls from the peak, it will take two days to fall to the ground. It took the dwarves a hundred years to dig the mountain road and the gate, and then it took another two hundred years to build the outer hole before the construction here took shape. It is said that the construction of Mora's Pinnacle has never stopped, and even the dwarves do not know how huge the overall work is.

At the beginning, it was a gentle slope, and at intervals, a stone was buried, and the top was paved with soil. This was called a gentle road around the mountain. In addition, there is a steep stone ladder on the mountain. It is said that after the first group of dwarves came to the top of Mora, the gods lowered their power and laid stone ladders for the leaders of the seven clans to guide them to the top of the mountain. Get an early look at the treasures hidden here. Only three chiefs managed to climb this ladder, and at the top of the mountain they were blessed by the dwarf gods, so they were called the three ascended clans. Then they returned and described to the other dwarves the majesty and abundance of the mountain, united the entire expedition, and united to build the top of Mora. This stone ladder road is called the road to the sky, only the most courageous dwarves can pass, and no other power can work on the stone ladder except courage and flesh. Later, many people tried to climb the stone ladder. Some of the dwarves succeeded, but there were only a handful of brave climbers from other races. After Siegel heard it, he was eager to try it.

So Leah rode, and Siegel climbed up through the stone ladder. Passers-by applauded the young man and praised him for his agility like an ape. Several mercenaries also tried to train in this way, but they were quickly defeated. They can surpass Siegel's speed for a while, but none of them can win the endurance competition - the young man's strong physical recovery is gradually showing.

It takes a full five days to travel from the foot of the mountain to the entrance to the top of the mountain. It is simply divided into five sections. There is a hotel in the middle, so you can rest for a while. The hotel has few beds, the food is monotonous, and it's horribly expensive. Experienced caravans will bring their own dry food, park their cars on the side of the road, and simply get together to rest. On a clear night, when it is not too dark, there will be people holding torches and slowly heading up the mountain. Siegel will rendezvous with Leah at the end of each segment, and the genie will heal him with spells. He gets a good night's sleep and then resumes climbing.

The caravan's cart can only reach the end of the second segment, and it is not enough for the carriage to go any further. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com They will unload the goods here, transport them to the third stage with a cart, and then change to a pole to continue upward.

This is a very arduous journey. Not only the hard work of climbing the mountain, but also the thin air, the biting cold wind, and the snow-covered ground are all easily fatal. Even if you enjoy the spectacular scenery of the snow-capped mountains here for a long time, your eyes will be blinded. However, the dwarves did not dig the entrance and exit of the kingdom at the foot of the mountain. All cargo transportation can only be entered and exited through the top of the mountain. At the same time, the huge transportation volume requires enough manpower. The dwarves are greedy, but they are not stingy with those who can work, so many people who have no land come here to earn money by their strength, and sometimes even the farmers at the foot of the mountain will go up the mountain in the idle season. Their images are easy to identify: blindfolded with black gauze, wearing fleece clothes, tightly bound hands and feet, with broken iron pieces tied to the soles of their feet, walking with a squeak.

The road was getting steeper and the snow was blowing. Leah told Siegel during her break that it was still summer and there was no blizzard. If you want to go to the top of Mora in winter, it is an extremely dangerous thing.

"But what if the dwarves need to trade in winter? What do they eat?" Siegel asked.

"You may be misunderstood, dwarves have always found food in burrows. Even if the mountain is covered with snow, the people on the top of Mora will not starve to death because of poor roads. The whole mountain may have been hollowed out by them, and the Deep underground. Dwarves grow mushrooms in their caves, collect moss, then raise chickens and pigs, lizards in captivity, and wild dogs. On top of that, they stock up on things in the fall, especially drinks. They live comfortably. Maybe in tens of thousands of years, the dwarves can learn to hibernate!"