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Gold coins are beautiful, whether in a dream or out of a dream.

Barrett held the only "beautiful" that he got, and slowly rubbed his index and middle fingers, feeling the unique delicate texture of its gold, the uneven texture on its surface, and felt that it was slightly hot in the palm of his hand, like a ball. flame.

Whether 'she' is queen or not, at least it's gold, Barrett thought to himself.

Ghosn Burning Furnace "softly" hummed a song next to him, the name of the song was "A Girl as Beautiful as a Basket". It's an authentic dwarven ballad, with the kind of heroism characteristic of this race in the tune, even if it's a love song:

"Such a beautiful girl, with a waist as strong as a basket, a beard thick and supple, and a voice as loud as a bell;

The shoulders are as broad as the earth, and they can carry the wine barrels.

I will ride a tarbu goat to her hometown, I will take the warhammer as a dowry, and she will use beer as a dowry;

The ore is also released and sung, and the magma flows more cheerfully, knocking on the anvil of the dwarves, and letting the sound of forging resound through the hills;

......”

Ghosn hummed in Dwarven more often, but sometimes in Common, especially when Barrett was in a bad mood. Because the dwarf knew he didn't like the song.

In Barrett's opinion, it wasn't really a good song, or when it was translated into Common, it lost its original charm. In short, whenever the dwarf began to hum, he felt that not even the devil's whisper could be more "evil" than that.

"'Evil' hides in the details of dreams." Suddenly, such a special sentence emerged from Barrett's mind involuntarily. He felt that this sentence was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who said it to him.

There are too many familiar and unfamiliar things in front of me, so such an inexplicable remark is nothing to worry about.

Barrett reached out and touched his left waist, wanting to put the gold coins in his hand into the cowhide bag, but he suddenly found that the cowhide bag that had been hanging there, like the dragon leather boots on his feet, disappeared. .

Very good, at least I didn't lose myself, and Barrett was a little annoyed.

He subconsciously groped for his shirt again, trying to put the gold coins in the inner pocket of the leather armor. At this time, he realized that he was not wearing that expensive leather armor made of petrified cowhide? It was an ordinary dark grey linen tunic.

This dress is not his own, but it still looks familiar, no, it should be said to be very familiar. Barrett thought about it carefully, isn't this the dress my dad used to wear? How did it get on me?

He shook his head, but found that he couldn't remember anything.

Damn, I must have drank too much yesterday! Barrett patted his forehead. What the **** am I drinking? A whole bottle of golden rum from Qingting Island? Or a whole barrel of Galano's grenadine-infused stout?

If it wasn't for this, I wouldn't even know where I left my boots, leather armor, and cowhide bag, and somehow put on my dad's old clothes.

The last time he was so down can be traced back to the time when he first came to the Bay of Pigs. At that time, he had almost nothing except the Nord-style longsword and half a piece of hard rye bread with him.

My long sword! The barbarian suddenly thought. He hurriedly touched his right waist, and his palm touched a familiar coldness. The touch seemed to be connected to his own blood, like an extension of his arm, which made him heave a long sigh of relief.

Barrett lowered his head to confirm again, the long sword was still hanging there, which really gave him a lot of peace of mind.

"It seems that although you lost your thick scales, you haven't lost your sharp claws." The dwarf's voice sounded at the right time.

"Then you're the exact opposite." Barrett sarcastically said, "Although you don't have sharp claws, at least the tortoise shell on your body is thick enough."

After hearing this, the dwarf not only did not get angry, but fell on the ground and laughed. He laughed so exaggeratedly that he was rolling around on the floor.

"You're right, the claws are indeed more useful than the turtle shell. It can help you get food, but the turtle shell can't fill your stomach." The dwarf got up from the ground panting, "But you didn't know it before. You always called me 'Viper Ghosn' when you said such harsh words in the past, thinking that I was vicious and liked to hurt people, but in my opinion, you did a good job."

"The proverb says, 'With a dog, learn to bark; with a wolf, learn to howl.'" Barrett looked at Ghosn, "It's all thanks to you, you always like to speak with Ironic dwarf."

"With your relationship with me, you don't need to say thank you, that's what I should do." The dwarf said cheekily, "But if you insist on thanking, I'm not unacceptable. But I firmly don't want that gold coin, because It's yours and only yours!"

"I won't give it to you either. If you want, you can dig into the tree yourself. There are many there."

The dwarf patted the huge kite-shaped shield behind him, "I can't do this, have you forgotten, I only have a 'tortoise shell', but no 'claws'."

After Ghosn finished speaking, looking at the distant horizon, his indifferent expression suddenly became serious, "Hey, big man, the wind is blowing, we have to find a leeward place to avoid, I don't want my beard to be full. Yellow sand."

Barrett followed the dwarf's gaze. On the horizon where red and yellow meet, a gust of wind is rolling up the yellow sand and raging in the boundless desert. The wind was coming towards them, getting closer and closer, and the two of Barret had to run along the tree trunk to hide behind the wind.

The barbarians and dwarves pressed their backs to the tree trunks, waiting for the wind to come.

The strange thing is that although the hurricane covered the sky and the sun, rolling the gravel and whistling from both sides of the fir tree, it was difficult to shake the tree. Barret was hiding behind the tree and couldn't even feel the slightest breeze. He looked up and saw that the fir tree didn't even quiver in the wind at its very tip.

The dwarf also leaned against the tree trunk, and when he saw that Barrett was still holding the gold coin in his palm, he said, "If you don't know where to put it, I suggest you put it in your head."

"What do you put in your head?" Barbarian looked down at the dwarf with a puzzled expression.

"Gold coins!" Ghosn pointed to Barbarian's palm.

"Where are the gold coins?" Barrett asked again?

"Put it in your head." The dwarf replied calmly.

"What put..." Barrett stopped his stupid question, I must be mad at this dwarf, "You asked me to put this gold coin in my head? Are you crazy? ?"

"Crazy? Maybe, but it doesn't matter." The dwarf said nonchalantly, "You just need to put the gold coin in your hand, and then..." Ghosn patted his forehead with his palm, "It went in naturally." The dwarf looked indifferent. "If you don't believe me, you can try it. With our friendship for so many years, am I still going to lie to you? Try it, and you won't lose anything."

Although this dwarf likes to cause trouble and ridicule people, he has never deceived Barrett, and he is very loyal, or in other words, he has to be loyal, because no one wants to team up with this dwarf except Barrett.

try? The barbarian looked at the gold coin in his palm. Try it! There's nothing to lose anyway.

He patted his palm to his forehead, and there was a burst of heat between his eyebrows. It was the temperature of the gold coin after being rubbed in his palm, and it never dropped.

Fiery drilled in between his brows, and when Barrett took his palm off his forehead, the gold coin really disappeared...

"Look, I'm right." The dwarf's expression was full of self-satisfaction (Barrett felt it), "You can even put the sword on your waist, but I personally advise you not to do that, Because that action is really silly." He laughed again.

Holding a sharp sword in his hand and thrusting it into his forehead? No, no fool would do that, whether it's true or not.

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After the raging wind had vented its anger, it gradually subsided. The dark red sky and bright purple lightning filled the field of vision again, and the dead gray comet was still running tirelessly.

Barrett stared at the sky in a daze, the scenery in the bottomless abyss is nothing but the same, he thought.

"I'll walk around, keep an eye out for yourself," said the dwarf. "It would be better if I could find a goat to come back, preferably tabbou, you know, the taste of hot tabboo is no one. You can refuse, unless you are a **** who doesn't eat spicy food!"

Are you kidding me, can there be sheep in this place? Barrett was puzzled. He watched the crazy dwarf humming a song "softly" and gradually disappeared from sight around the tree trunk.

Vaguely, Barrett felt that everything around him seemed to be slowly blurring. He looked around and found that not long after the dwarf left, a thin layer of mist formed in the desert.

The mist is like milk mixed with water, diffused in the air, covering all the scenery with a layer of white gauze. There were faint whispers in the fog, which seemed to be mixed with shouts and roars. These sounds are sometimes like a group of people talking nonstop, sentence after sentence; and sometimes ~www.readwn.com~ like a person laughing, crying, roaring, and whispering at the same time.

"Ghosn?" Barrett shouted in the direction the dwarf left.

There was no reply.

The barbarian raised his voice again, "Hey, shorty, where are you?"

Still no audio.

Barrett frowned, touched the icy trunk of the fir tree with his hand, and walked in the direction the dwarf left. At least you won't get lost in this way, and the worst outcome is just a circle around the tree to return to the starting point.

Not long after he walked, he found a big tree hole nearly five meters high in front of him. The angle of the tree hole is slanted downward, and its interior is dark, without a trace of light, as if it leads to another world.

Do you want to go in? Barrett hesitated. His mind has always been filled with all kinds of confusion, confusion and doubts, so that his style of action is very different from before, and he is less decisive and decisive.

At this moment, there seemed to be a dwarf's cry from the depths of the tree hole. The voice was erratic and indistinguishable, but even so, Barrett was determined to go in and check it out.

He pulled out the long sword from his waist, clenched his hands tightly, and carefully rubbed one foot into the tree hole.

At the moment when Barrett's toes entered the tree hole, an irresistible force suddenly pulled him deep into the tree hole.

That force was so great that even if the barbarian puffed up his muscles, he couldn't resist it. In the blink of an eye, he was dragged into the depths of the tree hole.

He shouted loudly, but his throat couldn't make any sound as he wished, like a dumb man with open teeth and claws, letting his body go down, down until...

Barrett woke up suddenly.

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