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Without tidying up the messy Longhouse, everyone sits at ease, setting fire and rolling chairs in the central furnace.
It was abandoned for a while, so the interior was full of heat, so it took time for the warmth to spread. In people's mouths, the temperature was spurted out as a white flame.
Most of the dwarves were in the arms of warriors, and Albrecht felt something like a fairytale, not only as a young friend of the warriors, but as a young friend of his father, grandfather, and ancestors.
But I didn't have time to get wet. The time when the sun was rising was getting shorter and shorter, and nightmares were literally protruding from reality.
“I am Albrecht of Calteren. I came here to kill dragons on Vervantos' quest. Apparently, something's gone wrong since Vervantos left. What specifically happened? ”
The Dwarves have all seen Vervantos. Vervantos nods and says it's okay.
Then a female dwarf sitting on the lap of a northern warrior opened her mouth and said,
“I, I, Ilydia. Nice to meet you, Albrecht. ”
“I am Acrophe. Hello, Albrecht. ”
Then, for a moment, the Dwarves' introduction to themselves followed. After introducing themselves, they leap out of the arms of the warriors and gather around Albrecht. They were really cute just by looking at the outside.
‘Explain to me what happened. ’
Dwarves stare at Albrecht's horseshit, as if they had never seen an adult before. These kids are 100, 200 years old.
Then a dwarf named Ilydia reaches out and grabs Albrecht's hand. Albrecht stares down at her sheep. But Ilydia said something unexpected.
“Albrecht, you are struggling in the swamp of destiny. Poor thing......”
Ilydia rubs Albrecht's hand with her sad eyes for a moment, and opens her arms to Albrecht like a hug. Albrecht felt something strange.
A female dwarf named Ilydia seemed capable of something. Albrecht holds his hand in between Ilydia's arms and sits on his knee for a few moments.
As Albrecht sits Ilydia on his lap, the other dwarves turn their heads and still look at Rosamund with a blatant gaze.
Rosamund stood up and smiled as if he were treating the children.
“Nice to meet you. I'm Rosamund from Anglia. ”
But this time, Acropera gripped his nose as if a dwarf had smelled something nasty.
“You stink. The smell of Elves. Go away. ”
Then the dwarves return to the arms of the warriors. Rosamund looks ridiculous. She stoops down to the chair powerlessly. There's all sorts of things.
Vervantos tilts his head and says,
“Elvish? I didn't feel that way. ”
“You've been out in the human world too long, too often. So I guess my nose is paralyzed. ”
“Kick-kick.”
“Cal Cal. He's got Vervantos stuck in his nose. ”
The dwarves make fun of the Vervantos. Vervantos squeals, his face flushed red and red.
Albrecht thought he needed to ventilate. I respect the nature of the Dwarves, but this is a serious situation and I have work to do.
“Quiet, everyone! I want to talk to you about dragons! ”
Albrecht shouts and the dwarves are stunned.
“Oh, my God! I thought a dragon was roaring. ”
Ilydia, who was sitting on Albrecht's lap, was furious and looked up at Albrecht. You glance back at Albrecht for a moment and say something unexpected.
“No, it's strange......”
Vervantos urgently said, as if he was in a hurry.
“No, you're right! I saw dreamers on the way here. And the Goblins...... What happened? ”
The Dwarves, who were just acting like children, blur at Vervantos' words. Ilydia said.
“We don't know. Exactly what's going on. But about a month ago, a dragon began to crumble in a barren place. Suddenly, Orcs, Goblins, Dreamers, Werewolves, Freaks, Vampires, and all sorts of terrible things started appearing. They died senseless, and we're the only ones who made it out. ”
The dwarves start sniffing with a gloomy look at Illudian words. Albrecht hurriedly said that he was going to burst into tears again if he stayed still.
“The sun is short now. It seems like it's going to get really dangerous at night, so I want to go where the dragons are at any time in the sun. Please guide me.”
Albrecht saw the Northwestern warriors. I didn't get much sleep last night, and I had a hard time keeping up.
However, they were still working in silence, only with a bold gaze like the Savior.
The dwarves stare at each other with a worried look. It was their house, but I can't believe they're back in that scary place. Albrecht said well.
“I'll keep the warriors safe. It should be easy to defend and there should be a place to rest. ”
Only then did the Dwarves start accepting. Dwarves have good hands, excellent architecture, and some crappy but slightly magical engineering knowledge, and have been around for a long time. But it was never a match for the fight.
Since the recorded history was poor, in ancient times, we could not figure out how Dwarves lived with other races like Humans and Elves.
However, considering the warriors of the North, we only assumed that humans and Dwarves would have lived in harmony with each other. Even the Golden Shield of Anglais was told by Dwarves for the Eagle Tribe Human Warriors.
Illudia leaps from Albrecht's knees to the ground, grabbing Albrecht's hand and dragging him. The warriors and dwarves of Rosamund, Vervantos, and the North followed.
Behind Hamar, the invisible mountain ranges near the waist, not top of the clouds, were scouring the continent with endless majesty and vigor.
A graceful eagle was sitting on a dazzling peak, looking down, and a large, resolute eye saw small creatures ascending the mountain along the slopes.
I bent over them for a long time, spreading my majestic wings to see if I had lost interest, and flew headlong into the mountain air.
Albrecht's group makes their way through the snow piled up to their waist without a path. Despite what happened, Rosamund and the dwarves walked without falling deeply into the snow in front of them.
Albrecht, the Northwestern warriors and the horses struggled. Albrecht raises his head and looks up at the unseen peak.
“You're not gonna make it to the top, are you? ”
Ilydia, standing in front of you, says at the same height as Albrecht.
“We're almost to the door. You have to get to the top, but you'll be better off without snow in the peaks. ”
It was a kind word not to be a dwarf. If it was Vervantos, I'd tell you to hurry up.
Albrecht feels like Illudia is a child, like any other dwarf, but she seems like a child. He walked forward through his eyes again and said.
“Ilydia, how old are you? How long have you lived? ”
“Well? We dwarves don't age that well. 500 or not? 400? I don't know, but I'm definitely the longest living one of these. With memories. ”
It was a vague thing to say. With memories? At least twice as many dwarves alive as Vervantos.
“Are you Dwarves even dead? ”
In a way, it could have been rude. But Albrecht was simply curious and didn't mind Illudia at all.
Ilydia smiles softly, her beautiful blonde back, blown away by the cold wind. There was no baby angel who came down from heaven. Her sky-blue eyes were a little childish.
“Poor, curious warriors, we don't die of old age. I'm just going to be young again. ”
It was an unknown word. What are you talking about? Albrecht decides not to speak, though he recalls how Dwarves gave birth to their children, how they got married, and the details of those questions.
Albrecht walks through his eyes, holding Schwarz's belt again. As he had a lot of stamina left, he went through his eyes greatly for those who were following him.
The sun rises to the clear sky, boasting its own light without clouds disturbing it for a long time. The northern warriors couldn't keep their eyes open because their eyes sparkled.
How many hours has it been since I climbed the mountain? The group reaches the end of the road. At the left end of the road, you see a majestic, carved stone gate.
At three times the height of a normal person, you see a human and dwarf engraved on the door. Its size and height was enough to overwhelm Albrecht and inspire something.
As the dwarves leave, the door opens, and the eyes in front of you seem to be swept away and quickly rebuilt. It was stacked lower than anywhere else.
Albrecht wore many traces of time, but he saw pieces that would have been originally exquisitely and meticulously engraved.
A Nordic warrior with a helmet was engraved on one side, and a dwarf on the other. A dwarf sword facing each other and a Northern warrior handing over a shield. The edges of the door were carved with bay leaf.
“The door to the covenant. It's the door that existed before I had the memory. ”
The warriors of the North kneel on one knee and put their weapons on the ground, giving solemn examples. Once upon a time, they did not know what pact their ancestors made with Dwarves, but were overwhelmed by this magnificence and sophistication, and felt an unknown emotion.
Not only the Internet or television, but even books were precious and even people who knew how to write. For warriors who had not experienced all kinds of media that stimulated peripheral nerves, this magnificence had a breathtaking power.
Illudia rummages through the front pockets of the Dorax and pulls out something that looks like a remote control. Albrecht felt something very laborious.
When Ilydia presses the button that looks like the remote control, the giant stone gate grows proud and tries to accommodate the group.
‘It would be better to open the sesame. ’
A moment later, the stone door opens and you see the inside, but you see a dark, long passageway. The golden shield has not yet illuminated. Albrecht and his warriors light a torch and enter the gate.
To catch a dragon, you must enter the dragon's lair. Brave and valiant warriors rush forward through the darkness with torches. The massive stone door closes again, as if closing the branch.
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