Ride and Cut

He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately read out his title: "I am Baron Richard, the lord of the high mountain castle of the Pompeii Empire, and together with Ms. Anne of Voya Trading Company, I will reinforce my dwarf friends and resist robbers."

There was a rare whisper among the three short dudes who couldn't hit a fart with sticks.

They are quite good at focusing on the key points, although they have never heard of any high mountain castle, and they don't even know who this Baron Richard is.

But Woya Trading Company is definitely an old acquaintance to the dwarves, and it is also one of the few allies they can trust. The relationship of sharing the spoils together is strong enough anywhere.

The voice quickly responded: "Please forgive the suspicion of a group of poor people, we want to see Miss Annie."

"Wait a moment." Li Cha thought to himself that luckily I was resourceful and coaxed this half-elf chick here.

He stepped back to the starting point, offered Anne an arm to hold her up, and whispered, "The dwarf must see you once."

"good."

Facing the solemn atmosphere of hundreds of people watching silently, not everyone can have his big heart. Annie was so nervous that she staggered on her feet, and it was rainy and the ground was a little slippery. In just a few hundred yards, it was not because someone supported her that she almost fell down several times.

"Don't panic, the mountain shield in my hand is thick enough, even a bed crossbow can withstand it twice."

The lord's tone and expression were very sincere, and it was fine if he didn't speak, but Anne suddenly had the urge to turn around and run away when he spoke.

"I'm Annie from Voya Firm." Annie mustered up the courage to poke her head out and shouted, and immediately retracted and crouched behind the shield.

To be honest, she started to regret it a bit—it was fun when they chanted slogans to retake the iron mines together, but when they really faced the reality full of danger, the half-elf lady with a good background began to miss the comfortable goose down quilt again.

"Miss Anne, is it really you?" The pretentiously rough voice broke instantly, and it sounded like a half-year-old who had just started to change his voice, commonly known as the voice of a male duck.

"You are... Robbie?" Annie and the dwarf were indeed very familiar, and they could recognize the Lord from the voice.

"it's me."

Li Cha just stood there and listened to the two talking back and forth a few words to reminisce about the old days, thinking he should let Lao Tzu in quickly.

"Miss Anne is our friend, let her and her followers come in." Robbie seemed to have heard Richard's voice, and ordered the dwarf warrior to open the entrance.

What's your name "Robby"? I think it's okay to change your name to "Sabbie". The lord was downgraded several levels inexplicably, and he held his heart and kept silent.

Annie beckoned to the rear, and the Alpine Fort Guards followed up and filed in along the gap in the wall. Li Cha was at the end of the team with a bitter face.

Behind the wall is an open space, with two wooden arrow towers standing alone in the middle, with the arrows of the bed crossbow pointing high into the sky.

In the back are rows of small stone houses, the architectural style is rough, but the horizontal and vertical rows are very standard, and the ground is paved with river sand, which has a dwarf-like neat beauty at first glance.

It was late at night, but there were some lights on in those stone houses.

Apart from the dwarf warriors, there were many women and children running back and forth to help the wounded in the open space. The wounds from the bear man's violent blows were horrifying, but they seemed to be used to or numb to them.

In the corner, a few dying people were squandering their last vitality and screaming, blood dripping down their bodies mixed with rainwater. But everyone knows that they are hopeless, but they are not dead yet.

All a companion can do in such a situation is to give them "mercy" - another name for a square-pointed vertebral dagger that can quickly bleed to death to alleviate suffering.

"The God of Blacksmithing protects you and me." Several dwarf warriors took off their helmets and greeted, their tiredness palpable in their words.

It was obvious that they were happy to be reunited with their friends, but this did not at all dilute the gloom hanging over the tribe. To be honest, their current situation is a little worse than the lord expected.

"Miss Anne, I didn't expect you to come back at this time." The owner of the male duck voice came out of the crowd.

In Li Cha's impression, dwarves have a bearded face and five senses. They are always wearing armor, and they are always sloppy.

The male dwarves in the field of vision did basically meet this characteristic, but this Robbie completely broke his stereotype.

He was wearing a clean beige cotton robe, his chin was bald without a beard, and his white and tender face could even be called delicate.

If it weren't for the short and stocky figure unique to dwarves, the lord would have doubted his bloodline.

"Where's your father?" Annie looked behind Robbie, as if trying to find someone who didn't exist.

"Father, three uncles, and two elder brothers were all killed in battle, and now I am the patriarch." Robbie sniffled, tears were about to fall, and he tried his best to bear it back.

"I'm sorry, may they rest in peace." Anne continued, "But Robbie, didn't I leave all the holy water for you before I left last time, why don't you use it now?"

Holy water is a product of the Church of the Holy Light, and it is somewhat at odds with the God of Forging that the dwarves believe in. They have always accused each other of being just the gods of their own gods.

She thought the dwarves were reluctant to use holy water for this reason, and that would be tantamount to murdering their own kind.

"It's used up, it's been used up a long time ago." Robbie lowered his head as if he had done something wrong.

"How could it be so fast, are you pouring water?" Annie said in disbelief.

"I ran out of daylight yesterday. Those people in the wilderness are like crazy. We have too many casualties." He held his head, sad and at a loss.

"Thank you for your help anyway." A more mature soldier saluted Anne's chest, and added what should have been said by Robbie, "Those bottles of holy water saved the lives of many of our soldiers."

No one paid attention to him anyway, Li Cha smiled silently under the cover of the night. He found that Robbie's mouth seemed to be open. Since the beginning of speaking, the morale of the surrounding dwarf soldiers has been slowly declining.

Whoever sells his life is also distributed to whomever sells it. The personal charm of the chief officer can sometimes play a decisive role in the morale of his subordinates, and Robbie almost doesn't mean it.

He was like a child who hadn't grown up, he looked smart and intelligent, but he was far from strong enough to take up a responsibility, which the dwarf warriors obviously knew.

"Robby, be strong." Annie actually bent down and patted his head.

As if he had finally found a vent, Robbie couldn't hold back the tears that he had tried so hard to hold back, leaving two wet trails along his face, converging on his chin and dripping down.

"What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me?" He looked up at Li Cha, with tears in his voice.

The lord overlooked one thing. The dwarves whose ancestors worked in the dark mines have night vision that is stronger than ore.