Chapter 58 A Terrible Nation

Now that the swordsman has already calculated the speed, angle, and even strength of this sword. The tip of the sword steadily suppressed the silver-haired dwarf, making the dwarf not dare to breathe.

"You can go." The sword clan withdrew the cold blade and looked calmly at the dwarf opposite.

"Why did you let me go?" The silver-haired dwarf carried two hammers on his shoulders and took two steps back steadily.

"We have killed your friend and got the information we want to know. It's a bit of sinister to kill one less person." After saying that, the swordsman inserted the sword back into the scabbard.

The silver-haired dwarf seriously protected his chest with a single hammer: "I, Dinar. Sparta swore in the name of Thor that if Mr. is in trouble in the future, Dinar. Sparta must solve the dilemma for you. After saying that, Dinar inserted two hammers back into his waist. Then he made a standard Chinese etiquette and arched his hand: "Dare to ask your husband."

"say." The sword clan was respected as Mr. for a while, which made the sword clan feel somewhat weird, because in the subcontinent, the word "Mr." is completely the name used by the Yi people to deal with.

Dinar took out the portrait of Jian Xiao again and pointed to a man and a woman above, "Why are you looking for two people?"

The swordsman asked questions doubtfully, and at the same time took out ten legal coins from their arms, "Why are you looking for them?"

It is rumored that another magical fragment of their bodies can not only brew the most beautiful wine of time. It can also awaken Thor and let Thor lead our great dwarves forward again.

Denal's answer made the swords beat a small drum in their hearts. What is this? Should it be said that someone is walking randomly? Just as the swordsman were still puzzled, Dinar continued to ask, and the swordsman pursued the purpose of the sword flute and butterfly dance.

"We are also here to seek revenge." The butterfly dance began to gritt its teeth without waiting for the swordsman to answer, as if Jian Xiao had a deep hatred for her.

Really? Why don't we go together? The great dwarves will definitely welcome their friends.

As soon as Dinar's words came out, they let the swordsman understand that women are really born with acting skills, poor and honest dinar. Sparta, now they are starting to worry about poor Dinar again.

When Butterfly Dance was about to spit out some topics that she was happy to go with you dwarfs, the sword clan had already intervened: "We still have a little important thing to do. I'm afraid we can't go the same way with the Nator brothers." As the swordsman said, he held down the butterfly dance behind him and wanted to jump out to insert a word.

Dinar said seriously, "Then go, Locke's body and revenge. If I have time, I will repay it."

The swordsmen are completely stunned. What is this? A while ago, he said that he must be grateful in the name of Thor, and now he is murderous.

"Let's go first." The swordsman's eyes stared at the dwarf named Dinar opposite him. The swordsman read it seriously, and Dinar's abnormal words did not seem to be nonsense. This made the inner vigilance of the sword clan skyrocket.

Butterfly Dance They were also alerted by the serious eyes of the dinar. Several people slowly retreated. When Dinar waited for the swords to retreat to a certain distance, he took out a sack from the armor and put the body on the ground into it.

"What do you think?" Although it is not the first time for Butterfly Dance to kill, it is the first time to see others pretend to be corpses, especially the kind of broken bodies. Butterfly Dance is really the first time. If it hadn't been for the fierce women of the Qin Empire, Butterfly Dance would have begun to run aside and vomit like other girls at this time.

The sword clan was thoughtful and did not answer the butterfly dance's question. They just looked at it for a long time before throwing down a sentence: "Let's go."

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Several people took a journey back, and the butterfly dance and the sword clan walked side by side at the front: "What do you think?"

"A terrible nation, serious and clear, fortunately the one called Dinar. The Spartan dwarves don't know our true identity and purpose. The swordsman breathed a long sigh of relief at the same time.

Butterfly Dance also nodded at this time: "It looks a little wise and stupid."

The sword clan was indeed quite alert at this time: "Master of the Purple Sword, please see if you have followed us."

The purple sword nodded and immediately mobilized the true qi in his body to extend behind him along the vein of the earth. Although the dwarves don't know how to do martial arts, let alone what true qi is, they will make a sound as long as they walk, so the purple sword Wuya only needs to feel the vibration from the ground.

"Are we going in the direction of Jian Xiao?" There are some doubts about the butterfly dance.

The swordsman took out a map: "Three hundred miles away is a lush forest, with a radius of 40 or 50 miles. This kind of forest is the best place to hide."

Butterfly dance looked at the map with a headache: "When did we have this thing?"

"This was taken from the hands of the doorkeeper when he killed the blonde dwarf." After saying that, the swords shook the map: "This place is called the golden jungle. Our speed must be faster. At the speed of the dwarves, we must rush in when the other party has no time to form an encirclement. The carpet search can escape the first time, and it may not be so easy the second time."

"Then let's go that way." The butterfly dance has already asked for the map in the hands of the swordsman. Study while walking.

"How's it going?" The sword clan turned his head and asked the purple sword to be boundless.

"No one is tracking."

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bonfires began to ignite everywhere in the hilly mountains. In the golden hills, the bonfires are the representative of the dwarf team. The bonfires here are simply full of mountains and fields, in groups of three or five. The cheerful voices of the dwarves kept coming from the hillside on both sides. The fragrance of wine and lucidum permeates the whole air.

The butterfly dance frowned bitterly: "We don't seem to have a foothold." After the urgent march, the swordsmen and their group, who walked almost 140 miles a day, were also quite tired at this time.

"Go to the top of the mountain." The swordsman pointed to the only place where there was no bonfire. The mountain wind was strong, and the only place without a bonfire was the top of the mountain.

"It's so windy now that we won't die of cold." After saying that, the butterfly dance wrapped his robe.

"If we are found, we will die even more. In less than half an hour's journey, we met at least three teams of dwarves." After saying that, the swordsman began to walk along the path to the mountain: "We will start to go up the mountain now. According to the probability, the fourth team of dwarves should meet us."

When several people heard this, they all knew how to walk on the mountain. As soon as the four swordsmen entered the mountain and took five steps, a team of dwarves came along the valley path, with a torch in their hands. And the torch, the swords are not afraid to use this thing. The swordsman's average height is three arms and 25 fingers (equivalent to 175 centimeters on the earth)

Take a torch in your hand, but don't raise the torch, and the height of the torch is as high as three arms. Dwarves are generally only one arm and twenty-five fingers tall, and their torch height is on average as high as their height.

In the view of the swords, although they can't see clearly between the torch and the torch at night, in case they meet a capable person with excellent vision, or any dwarf team running over enthusiastically, the sword clan will definitely expose their whereabouts.

The four people hurried up the mountain. The wind on the top of the mountain was really a little strong. When the swords were still one-fifth of the way from the top of the mountain, they should have felt that the mountain wind was piercing. At this time, it was just close to September.

Stand between the small plains directly north of the top of the mountain, as bright as day. The dust and light can't count the words of the bonfires. The whole small plain is dense and countless. The number of stars in the sky is just the number, and the bonfires on the small plain are not only dense, but also make the area as bright as day. Those who don't know that there is a fire there is a fire there.

"How many people should there be?" Sitting on a rock with different opinions. By the way, I wrapped myself in my clothes.

"At least 10,000." After saying that, the butterfly dance took a cold breath: "Sword clan, how can we get in?"

"With such a dense crowd, and we are almost two arms taller than others, it is conspicuous and difficult to get along wherever we go." After saying that, Zijian Wuya found a stone and hid. Even if the martial arts were strong, he did not bring such a blowing method. Zijian Wuya picked up firewood and said, "Master, do you want to light a bonfire?"

The swordsman nodded in front of the wind: "There will be no dwarves on the top of the mountain. It's really cold here."

"Have you come up with any way?" The butterfly dance moved to the purple sword Wuya and pulled a sword clan by the way.

"How can the solution be so easy to think of? Do you think I'm a soldier?" The swordsmen had no choice but to walk to the edge of the bonfire.

"Not bad, even the soldiers know it. Your history has made great progress. The butterfly dance praised the Soege swordsman in a sarcastic style.

Purple Sword Wuya soon lit a pile of bonfires, and the dust also picked up a lot of firewood. The butterfly dance looked at the small plain below thoughtfully: "Swordsman, this seems to be a small valley."

"Yes, we just walked in from the mouth of the former valley." I don't know when the sword clan took out his precious map and put it on the ground. Butterfly dance grabbed the map: "Don't look. On the other side of the valley is the forest with a radius of 40 to 50 miles, and in the plain of the valley, there are at least 300 bonfires. At such a density, we can't pass through and enter the forest at all."

"Why don't we climb over the mountains and go to inaccessible places." Not long ago, Zijian Wuya, who crossed the mountains, put forward his own suggestions.

The sword clan immediately rejected it and shook its head: "No, the population density of the dwarves in the whole golden forest must be very high. It is estimated that three steps and one post, five steps and one whistle is not an exaggeration."