Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

When the players delivered weapons to their doorsteps, the dwarves were quarreling about why they didn't carry weapons with them.

One said, "The patriarch said we are not warriors, just craftsmen. Why should we bring weapons when we go out to work?"

Another said, "The patriarch asked you to eat x and you went to eat it? His son is armed."

There are also dwarves who are cursing, "It's obviously the lords and knights who are responsible for this, so why are the dwarves the unlucky ones."

Some dwarves muttered: "If I had known better, I wouldn't have come here to rent any mines. Wouldn't it be nice for us to live in the wilderness? There is not even a living person in the wilderness, and it is impossible for an illusion to suddenly pop up." "

Momolo Modoro listened for a while and heard the dwarves starting to greet his father. He couldn't sit still anymore and jumped out and said: "Are you done? You dare to bring out all the hard times you lived in the wilderness in the past." Now?

Now at least there is no pollution in the mine where you live! Druid also comes to clean the house three or four times a week! Mogla’s newborn daughter didn’t even have three heads and eight fingers! "

"Then what if we all die here?"

I don’t know who started greeting their ancestors first, and then the scene inexplicably evolved into a primary school chicken quarrel. Both parties cursed each other, "I x your ancestors" without thinking that they should all have the same ancestor. I xed you on both sides. , in the end it was the unlucky ancestor who took everything.

If this ancestor had known at that time that he would have such a group of unfilial descendants, he would probably have thrown the entire litter into the wilderness and adopted another litter of Bangchui.

However, this is also the racial characteristic of the dwarves: when trouble comes to an end, they will fight among themselves first. Let’s wait until the fight or argument is over to talk about anything. And by then most people will probably have no energy to worry about the future.

To put it nicely, it is called being soft on the outside and strong on the inside. When fighting against external forces, one must first calm down on the inside. To put it poorly, it is called bullying the weak and fearing the strong. No one dares to make a decision when faced with a problem. Headless flies cannot find a way forward, so they only dare to hit their own people with their fists. call.

Such a race can survive in the world for so many years only because of their thick-skinned physical quality and tenacious vitality.

If you have wine now, you will get drunk now. If you don't have wine, you will fight with others and knock yourself unconscious. They like to be greedy for petty profits. Any mistakes are never your own. This is the consistent style of the dwarves.

Personally speaking, dwarves are really not a likable race.

But their blacksmithing and brewing skills are really good. As long as they are given a clear mission goal, they can work very quickly if they work hard. There are many skilled workers and they are strong. One person can almost be three of them. use. But if anything happens, these dwarves will be the first to rebel.

This is why Mo Yu has always only treated them as tenants and wage earners, and their status is far inferior to the loyal elves and the hard-working and proactive scapegoat players.

However, with the IQ of the dwarves and their rebellious character, Mo Yu felt that even if they defected to the enemy immediately, they would soon defect back.

There is no other reason. Mo Yu believes that no matter who the enemy is, the benefits they provide to the dwarves must not be as good as those leaking from the cracks of his fingers.

The giggling players watched the dwarves quarreling for a while, until both sides started pulling each other's beards and hair before they stepped forward to interrupt the spellcasting. Melissa Kubo couldn't help but poked her with her elbow and said, "Why do I feel that way?" Watching them quarreling is like watching Plaza B hahahaha!”

"Really, really, it smells like that!"

After getting the weapons and the players who gave them clear instructions to assemble, the dwarves finally got out of the state of quarrels and internal strife and began to act in unison with the players.

After a while, the players discovered that these dwarves could really fight.

Their average level is above level 70. The son of the patriarch is even level 80, and his profession should be a thick-skinned warrior with full magic resistance (but low pollution defense). Each one of them can swing a big windmill like a large one. It's the same as a top - but it causes an indiscriminate attack.

Along the way, the players were basically not fighting monsters, but were working hard to let the dwarves survive the chaotic friendly fire damage and evil god pollution.

The mages and druids were milking and purifying almost non-stop. When they finally reached the small square, a group of players fell to the ground with expressions of shame: "Hey, I know the protection task is difficult, but I didn’t know that protecting the dwarves was tens of millions of times harder than fighting the boss alone.”

"Can the difficulty be compared with fighting the boss alone? To fight the boss alone, you only use 1v1, but to protect the dwarves, you use 1v23!"

"I'm sorry, I drank too much blue medicine and I feel like vomiting! Vomit!"

"No matter how much military merit and reward you give me next time, I won't accept the mission of protecting the dwarves... Even if I starve to death and jump from here, I will never accept this mission again!"

"...If the reward is doubled tenfold, will you accept it?"

"...Crap, take it!"

Mo Yu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth while listening to the conversation between the players. Sure enough, the players' essence was really fragrant.