Twenty Sided Dice

"I came from the City Wall Mountains by other means. If Erinte knew what kind of expression it would be." Since the southern lord coalition attacked Heimland, the dwarves announced the withdrawal of people and the closure of the country, Siegel It is no longer possible to guess their next move. And after contacting the westward dwarves, Siegel gradually changed his inherent impression of the dwarves.

In some respects, dwarves are of good character with sincerity, boldness, grit, and at best the impression that dwarves are stubborn. People all over the world know that real dwarves value clans and families, but few people realize that dwarves will clearly distinguish themselves from outsiders because of this character, and even become quite selfish.

The City Wall Mountains are the land of the dwarves. They have always lived under the mountain. There are not many buildings outside the mountain. Everyone is used to this situation. As a result, the dwarves suddenly closed the mountain, actually isolating the communication on both sides of the mountain, which was somewhat beyond everyone's expectations.

According to Dio, tribes like the rhinoceros could survive without trading with the top of Mora, and life would be better if they had friendship. The hardest thing for them to adapt to is actually the gap brought about by the lower living standards.

"Relying on elite weapons and other dwarves' good things, we can defend this beautiful lake without rushing around for water sources and grasslands. But who knows how long the dwarves will keep their doors closed, everyone is worried about whether the good days are coming to an end."

"Find me," Siegel said. "We in Heimland are not as good as the dwarves in terms of weapon workmanship, and certainly not as numerous as them, but at least stronger than most people on the steppe. And we have magic weapons and magic armor for sale. , there are also special products shipped from the mountain. Like sea salt and cane sugar. These are all good things. Besides, isn't your daughter about to marry Moore. From now on, you will be a family, and you don't have to worry about the supply terminal. More is the lord of the Three-Five Outpost, and the title of Viscount is not bad, and can match the princess of the grassland."

Dio raised his eyes to look at Siegel, wondering what the other party had behind those black eyes. After a while, he asked, "Princess? You want a lot, but I'm not a king. By the way. You named the castle Sanwu, do you want to go further and expand your territory to this grassland? "

Siegel shook his head: "I named that name for the adventurous three-five, not the territorial three-five. What's the use of occupying the grasslands, do I want my subordinates to live a nomadic life? The place is vast and lacks strategic locations. My people will be very uncomfortable with the castle defense. And I know that grass is very tenacious, and trying to change the grazing environment and cultivate it into arable land is very labor-intensive. My current territory is large enough, so you don't have to worry."

"I hope you can remember and abide by today's thoughts." Dio was relieved. Reached out and shook hands with Siegel.

Siegel smiled slyly: "By the way, don't tell Moore before we discuss, let him continue to work hard."

When Dio heard this, he also laughed, and then said: "Tell you, my daughter is also worried, and she hasn't eaten well for the past two days. I asked me to ask you just now, let me ask you Moore The preparations. He also told me not to have a bad relationship with the magician at the 35 outpost. Although she is very tough, she will never show any mercy, but I think she will definitely let Moore win. Daughter... …”

The two chatted for a while, and the topic returned from the wedding to the local scenery and dwarves. Siegel turned his head and suddenly thought of one thing: "Brother Dio, if you don't know that the mage is me, what are you going to do to him?"

Dio slapped his thigh sharply: "How could I forget about this! You wait for me a moment."

After a while, he came back in a hurry, carrying a hard object wrapped in cloth in his hand, which looked like a flat plate. Siegel used a spell to clear an empty table, and the two of them opened the wrapping cloth.

A brand new metal plate with no trace of rust on the surface. The silver-white board was densely engraved with strange characters, and there was absolutely no style in which Siegel knew the language. The metal plate is square, with very neat edges, without any magical aura. From the looks of it, it might be part of something taken off.

"We found a deep hole by the lake, and this thing was buried in the dirt. I want to know what's written on it, if it's dangerous to the tribe or something."

"Are you sure this thing is buried in the dirt, but there's no trace of rust?"

"It wasn't like that when it was first taken out. It was all covered with moss and a crust of rock. Knock off the surface and wash it, and it's like new, not a single scratch."

Siegel rubbed the slate with his hand, and the surface felt very smooth and flat, like a sharp-edged sword. All text nicks are of the same depth, as if measured with the most precise ruler.

"What else is in the cave?" Siegel asked.

"Our warriors dug down and found a large piece of this board, like a floor tile paved into a square, there must be..." He looked around, and then gestured to Siegel: "There are about two me The size of this tent."

"The text above?"

"It's this style, but it's not the same. We dug down and encountered a solid rock formation, and we couldn't go deep. This board is very strong, and it can't be smashed." Dio said: "Aragami shaman has seen it, He said it gave him a terrifying feeling, like a tomb. Because this tomb-like thing is right under our camp, I'm kind of worried."

"Okay, I'll see if I can read the text on it. I need to go to that area too."

Deciphering words is a very mental activity, and mantras don't help much in that regard. The text on the metal plate has nothing in common with Common, Elvish, Dwarven, or even the languages ​​of heaven and hell, and Siegel can only decipher it according to symbols or pictures.

He went down from the deep pit to the underground hole** and saw the strange thing Deo said. It's like a metal cover that snaps over solid rock. If you want to go on, it is not difficult, Siegel can do it with the earth element. Natural rocks and soils without magical reinforcement are like mud in the face of the earth element, just need to be pushed aside. But such a simple and rough entry does not necessarily guarantee safety, and there are thousands of residents above their heads.

After all the nicks were transcribed, Siegel returned to camp. He saw that Maul was practicing with Evan with a blunt sword, and the young lord was no match for His Majesty the King at all.

"Raise the shield a little bit, don't be so nervous," Evan said. "If you hold it too tightly, your shoulders will be stiff, your muscles will tire, and you won't be able to use it. Also, don't close it when you're blocking. Eyes. You have already used your shield to meet you, you don't need eyelids to defend, why close your eyes? Come again!"

Evan's swordsmanship is very strange. It is not centered on posture and pace like Siegel learned, with triangles, trapezoids, and diamonds as supports. There are fixed standards for advancing and retreating, attacking and defending, and dodging. He is more arbitrary, and his movements are like an arc, like waves, like flowing water.

With just a few moves, Evan can disrupt Moore's balance, deforming his movements and making them more vulnerable. All it takes is to position the longsword, and Moll can hit him by himself.

"What's the use of you training like this? Moore's opponent is not you." Siegel held a scroll full of unfamiliar words, and shouted from a distance: "He only needs to defeat the martial arts on the grassland. It's alright, you don't play!"

Evan put away his sword, looked at Siegel, and pinched his nose: "Who said I wouldn't play? I decided to help him and get rid of some of his opponents."

"Are you crazy? Isn't this causing trouble?" Siegel pointed at Evan: "I tell you, don't meddle in this matter, it's not a joke."

"I can distinguish the importance and it will not cause confusion. With your magical weapons and equipment, he will definitely have no problem entering the melee, and in the final multi-person melee, someone must help him, and don't let him be besieged and bullied." Evan said with a smile: "I just told him how to beat me gracefully and reasonably so that I don't lose too badly."

Looking at Moore's sweaty expression, it seems that he doesn't agree with this. If Evan wants to lose to Moore on purpose, the two of them just need to set a good move routine, right? I'm afraid Evan still can't be idle and wants to find something interesting for himself to do.

But it doesn't matter, because the four people who can finally decide this matter actually reach a consensus. More, Nata, Dio, and Siegel all want the same outcome, and the others can't change anything at all.

"Okay, then you are busy, don't consume too much physical strength." Siegel shook the scroll in his hand, "I have something to do, so I won't disturb you."

Unfortunately, things backfired, and Evan found the mage the next morning. "I'm very curious about what you have in your hands, what makes you sleepless and sleepless? Apart from a mage, you are also a count lord, and you won't take over tasks like a normal mercenary, and even Morr's affairs have been temporarily put on hold. , so there must be something that interests you very much. Tell me about it!"

"Then you can decipher the text with me." Siegel pointed to the scroll on the table and sighed: "I tried many methods, deciphering documents, spell analysis, proficient in language, etc. I also summoned celestial creatures Infernal creatures, but no one knows this kind of language, and has never heard of it. If you can help me, I will be thankful!"

Evan shook his shoulders, wobbled to the front of the scroll~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and frowned. He took a breath, picked up a scroll, turned it upside down, and said to Siegel, "You're starting to thank God!"

"Can you understand? I don't believe it!"

"Of course I don't understand. Who do you think I am? The Great Doctor?" Evan held the scroll up to the stove and looked at the back of the parchment. "If I look at the text from the back, I know what a few characters mean."

Siegel shook his head. "I think you're joking."

"No, no, I don't need to do that." Evan said, "Do you know the adventurer Prince Ace Loren?"

"That Mad Whisperer Athloren? The first person in the legend to land on the New World?"

"That's right, it's him." Evan said, "Did you know that he has the royal blood of the Star Kingdom and is one of my ancestors?" To be continued.

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