lord and his dragon

Summer nights always come late, and they waited for a long time in the woods before finally waiting for the sun to go down.

The goal of five people together is too big, and it is easy to be discovered. After thinking about it, Negrim simply arranged for everyone to split up. The dwarves are really bad-tempered, but their five short bodies like potatoes doomed them to be strong and not fast. Go, even if one of them is accidentally discovered, just slip away as fast as possible, and if nothing happens, they won't be caught.

Everyone was completely confident in the face of the speed-defective dwarves. After hearing Negrim's arrangement, they sneaked into the darkness one after another. After waiting for a while, Negrim also climbed onto Abel's back and said : "Let's go."

Abel had only angered Negrim before, so he naturally didn't dare to be negligent at this moment. He supported Negrim's legs and buttocks with both hands, and ran steadily towards the dwarven city.

Negrim guessed right, what the dwarves lost was indeed fire. It wasn’t long after the genius had just darkened. It stands to reason that no one would rest so early, but there was not a single window lit in this messy city. Graham couldn't see clearly in such a dark night, but Abel walked freely, not even stepping on a small stone.

There was a wind at night, which blew away the unpleasant smell in the dwarven city, but it still made Negrim dizzy. He buried his face in Abel's neck and he got better.

They moved quietly and quickly through the small-scale city, only stopping to listen carefully when they heard conversation in the room, but most of the dwarves, disappointingly, didn't say much. If it is particularly important, some of them have even adapted to this routine and snored early.

"No one seems to be complaining about the curse." Abel lowered his voice and said to Negrim.

Negrim frowned, and replied with the same volume: "They may think that they have found another way to deal with the curse, just like the Beastmaster before."

The two were talking in a low voice, when suddenly there was a muffled sound of a vessel being smashed from not far away, Nigrim was startled, and Abel quickly protected him tightly, and listened again.

"... Hiccup! And... gone again!"

"Who makes such a noise in the middle of the night! I almost fell asleep!"

"It's unlucky, which bastard lost his temper after drinking the wine again, it's so annoying."

"Can't you be a little patient!"

"Damn it, I have no patience for anything but blacksmithing!"

"Fuck!... Be quiet! After &#×%——, there will be wine!"

The awakened dwarves babbled for a while, and then fell asleep again. Abel was keenly aware that the last sentence he heard might contain the information they wanted, but the direction of the voice was too far away. Abel couldn't hear the most important part, so he could only helplessly wait until the grunts of most of the dwarves came to his ears again, then lowered his voice, and told Negrim what he heard.

Negrim frowned and thought for a while, then twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Go in that direction and see if you can find the clay pots placed by the dwarves outside."

"If you can't hear clearly once, just hit it again."

This is indeed a good way, except when forging weapons, the dwarves are actually quite careless, not to mention that with the foreshadowing of the previous noise, they will not think in other directions if they smash another one now.

Carrying Negrim on his back, Abel walked a long way in the direction where he heard the sound. He estimated that the distance was almost the same, so he picked up an empty pottery pot discarded by the dwarves from the side of the road, and smashed it to the ground again.

Sure enough, there was a burst of complaints and cursing from the dwarves, and from the two-story building less than two meters away from Abel, there was an angry shout: "Who! Can you Be quiet! I've said it all, we can grab a drink after we finish the battle! Will Renren die!"

Negrim and Abel were taken aback at the same time, after the battle?What's the meaning?Dwarfs going to war?Who are you fighting with?Did they find the culprit, or...

Before Nigrim had time to think clearly, he felt his hand tighten, and Abel whispered, "There is a dwarf walking towards the door, he is about to come out, please hurry up!"

After being woken up twice in a row, the grumpy dwarf couldn't help but came out to check on the situation. Hearing this, Nigrim could only squeeze Abel's shoulders tightly, and the next second, Abel Bull rushed out like an arrow from the string and left the place.

The furious dwarf also realized after opening the door that it was so dark and there was no fire, no matter who dropped the crock pot at home, they would not be able to find it, so he could only face the empty path angrily. After cursing a few words, he slammed the door again and went back to sleep.

Careless, he didn't notice the fragments of clay pots lying on the side of the road.

It was still early, and the information he received was not accurate. Negrim did not intend to leave just like that, but asked Abel to sneak deeper into the dwarf city. He lowered his voice and said to himself, "The dwarves Who do you want to fight with?"

Abel thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's the one who cast the curse, because only in this way can there be a chance to lift the curse."

Negrim leaned on his back, shook his head slowly, and said, "What the dwarf said was not that the curse can be lifted after the battle, or that wine can be restarted after the battle, but that it can be 'robbed'." It's time to drink."

As soon as Abel recalled, he found that it seemed to be the case, and the pace under his feet could not help but stop.

The night wind blew, and there was silence in the air. After a long time, Negrim whispered: "They want to start a war against other races in the marginal forest!"

Abel gasped, and whispered, "How could that be!"

Negrim's face is also quite ugly. Although I don't know why the dwarves have such an idea, but in terms of combat effectiveness alone, I am afraid that in front of the well-equipped dwarves, the other three races are not their opponents at all. On a deeper level, if they can't be stopped, where will their battlefield advance after defeating their opponents in the marginal forest? !

Although Negrim has never relaxed the cultivation of combat power in its own territory, it is still far behind the army of dwarves who always hold forging hammers. If there is a day of fighting, unless it is exposed Abel's power, otherwise it would be difficult to get cheap in front of the dwarves, we must find a way to let the dwarves dispel this idea!

Negrim blinked vigorously, trying to gain more vision in the dark night, but it was really too difficult. He tried his best, but only vaguely found a dwarf building much taller than other dwarves in the distance. Outline.

Negrim was worried that this was his hallucination, touched Abel's face, pointed in that direction, and asked, "Is there a tall building over there?"

Abel's vision was much clearer than that of Negrim. In order to absorb more light, his dark green pupils almost filled the entire iris. When he looked up, he saw the building that Negrim was pointing at, and said: " Yes, there is a tall building."

Negrim leaned into his ear and said, "I suspect that's the residence of the King of the Dwarves. Let's go over there and have a look."

Abel frowned worriedly, and said, "Master, most of the leaders of these races are superior in strength and have very keen five senses. Although I'm not sure, I'm worried that the dwarf king will also..."

Negrim froze for a moment, realizing for the first time that Abel's strength had an upper limit, and asked involuntarily, "Will you be discovered?"

Abel was silent for a while, and then said: "No, I won't be discovered, but master, your breathing and heartbeat may be felt."

Negrim: "..."

Negrim pinched Abel's ear hard, causing the latter to turn his head itchingly, and then complained slightly annoyed: "You can't even help me hide this trace. Are you there?"

However, Negrim is not an unreasonable person, and the reason why he said this was just losing his temper. He knew that this was not Abel's fault, and he did not intend to force the other party to do something that was impossible.

However, when Negrim was thinking about whether to retreat or let Abel leave him alone to inquire about the news, Abel suddenly replied slowly: "Maybe we can try."

Negrim was taken aback, and said, "Can you try?"

Abel nodded, knelt down and put Negrim down, turned around again, and looked at Negrim seriously.

Negrim's vision was not clear, he could only vaguely see Abel's outline and his slightly glowing eyes, and he didn't dare to move a step.

Abel knelt down halfway, grabbed one of Negrim's hands, and touched his pulse for a long time, half piously and half nostalgicly, and then said softly: "You are in good condition now, and please let me know next time. Keep it up, don't get too agitated and nervous, let alone breathe and talk loudly."

As soon as Abel finished speaking, he felt the pulse of his subordinates beating faster. He laughed a little at the moment, approached the stern-faced Negrim, and said in a low voice: "It won't work now, you will be found out, please don't be nervous .”

Nigrim looked at Abel with his eyes downcast for a while, then held his wrist with his backhand, and at the same time took a step forward, touching his face with the other hand, slowly bent down, squinting his eyes towards him near.

Because Negrim couldn't see the distance between them clearly, no matter how close he was, he didn't have the slightest intention to stop his approaching movement. Even his breath was so close that he could smell it, and he continued to approach, all the while. In the blink of an eye, the distance between them could only fit the thinnest book on the Negrim bookshelf.

Abel's excellent eyesight allowed him to easily see the delicate face of Negrim, the pair of dark eyes that looked straight at him, seemed to be able to see through the soul, the straight nose bridge, and the thin pink lips— —

It's not that he hasn't tasted the taste of those lips, but Abel's breathing is still confused in an instant, he almost forgets where he is now, his ears are filled with his "pounding" heartbeat, and he only thinks about it , I beg you to come a little closer, a little closer, even just a little bit!I want--! ! !

"Isn't it the same for you?" Negrim stopped at a distance of only ten sheets of paper from him, his warm breath fell on his face, and his voice was cold and reserved, as if he was not at all right now. Instead of being so close to his slave in the dark, he was sitting upright behind a desk in the castle, reviewing papers: "Why do you have the nerve to laugh at me?"

Abel: "..."

Abel stared at him stupidly, almost unable to believe what his master was saying, he looked at those lips that were only a centimeter away from him unwillingly, how much he wanted to close them without hesitation, but he couldn't , he could only look at Negrim helplessly, watched the other party snort softly, and distanced himself from him.

Abel's heart was still pounding because of what Negrim had just done, and he didn't think he should be, after all, he had fed and medicated Negrim mouth to mouth - but that was obviously different !

Abel lost his mind and couldn't figure out what was different. It took him a long time to regain his energy and look at his master.

Negrim had adjusted his state in this short period of time. He put his wrist on Abel's again and asked, "Is this okay now?"

Abel hoped for a little that his master was as distraught as he was, but he failed. The pulse of Negrim was as regular as clockwork, so calm that Abel felt hopeless.

He didn't know why he was desperate, and he only said dryly after a long time: "That's it, you are really amazing."

Negrim heard his inappropriate praise, and didn't try to expose it, but said: "Hurry up, if the dwarf king falls asleep later, he won't be able to hear anything."

Abel had no choice but to stand up, bent down and hugged Nigrim, and Nigrim leaned on his chest, and heard his heartbeat beating like a drum, and he didn't recover at all, but Abel didn't say anything, Don't worry if you think about it, so you didn't speak.

Sure enough, after Abel hugged him and walked a few steps forward, his heartbeat gradually became calmer, and he said: "I will take you on the next road, please adjust your state."

Negrim nodded and fell silent.

Abel's footsteps were so light that there was almost no sound, and they walked slowly in the gaps of the dwarven city like this, getting closer and closer to the tall building that Negrim had seen earlier.

When the distance was only 100 meters, Abel adjusted his posture holding Negrim, pressing his master's chest tightly against his own, and Negrim could no longer hear Abel's breathing. The sound of his heartbeat also became very slow, and it took almost ten seconds to feel a faint beat. In contrast, the heartbeat of Nigrim was much more lively, and the distance between the two hearts was too close. , as if born to grow together.

After waiting within 50 meters, Abel stretched out his hand and vainly covered Negrim's mouth and nose. Nigrim slowed down his breathing in coordination, and pressed his face against the bend of his neck, his whole body tightly on top of him.

Nigrim wanted to ask Abel if his senses were as sharp as that, and he could feel people's breathing and heartbeat from 50 meters away, but now was obviously not the right time, so he had to bury his doubts in his heart. Remind yourself to ask when you go back.

They quietly touched the front of the building, and Abel stayed close until he was sure that Negrim could hear the voices coming from inside.

It was quiet at first, and then there was the sound of heavy metal rubbing. Negrim heard the sound of heavy weapons colliding with each other. The dwarf king was choosing his weapon. After a while, there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. Finally, the dwarf king didn't know whether he had chosen his favorite weapon or gave up, and walked to the other side with heavy steps.

"Well, my wine... ha! I knew there was still some left, you cute little baby, ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Accompanied by a scream of wood, the dwarf king seemed to lie down on a chair or bed, and then there were occasional sounds of pottery hitting the floor, indicating that he was drinking.

After a while, the familiar sound of empty cans being smashed sounded, and the dwarf king roared angrily, cursing: "It's gone! It's gone! Just wait, tomorrow is the time for the expedition! I will find the fire , and a lot of wine, a lot, a lot!"

He cursed for a while, panted heavily, and quieted down. For a long time, he muttered vaguely: "What's the matter? Weapons are made for fighting and killing. They are all our masterpieces. Masterpieces cannot be produced in warehouses." Ash, I'll make them work..."

The sound gradually weakened, and I don't know if it was enough noise or too much wine. After a while, the dwarf king's deafening snoring sounded in the house. Negrim frowned, but he knew that he might only be here today , so he gently squeezed Abel's arm, indicating that he could leave.

Abel understood what he meant, and turned around silently holding Nigrim in his arms. He had just walked a few steps outside when he suddenly stopped. At the same time, Nigrim also heard the dwarf king's snoring suddenly. stop!

In the next second, Abel hugged Negrim horizontally, and ran frantically in one direction. Nigrim hugged Abel's neck in a hurry, and looked behind him, only to see the former The gate of the building burst open, and debris flew into the space. The dwarf king, who was nearly twice the size of ordinary dwarves, rushed out with a huge axe, roaring loudly: "A stranger broke in!" Already!!!"

His voice was incomparably loud, and he immediately got a response. The dwarves shouted and rushed out of the house one after another, and the whole dwarf city instantly became chaotic!

Negrim gasped and said, "We were discovered?!"

While avoiding the dwarves who were running around because of unclear vision, Abel replied: "No, someone among the other three people accidentally entered the range of perception of the dwarf king!"

Negrim looked up, and as expected, those vague silhouettes didn't come towards them, but went in another direction.

As Abel was on his way, he said: "They are not strong enough, they don't know how powerful the dwarf king is, and because they underestimated the enemy, they didn't hide their traces too much, so they were discovered immediately after they broke in by mistake."

Abel and the dwarf king also sensed the presence of the approaching person at the same time, so they quickly evacuated with Negrim.

It was the first time that Negrim felt Abel's true speed, and hugged his neck tightly, asking in his ear: "Is there any possibility for the other three to escape from the dwarf king? "

Abel fell silent.

Negrim understood what he meant, and immediately said: "It was my fault for not thinking about the dwarf king. We have to go back and help them lure the dwarf king away."

Abel obviously didn't agree with Negrim's decision. Although he stopped, he said, "That's too dangerous, master!"

Abel didn't feel that he was no match for the Dwarf King, but a weapon had no eyes. Even if Nigrim scratched a little bit of oily skin, he would feel terrible, let alone a man as big as the Dwarf King. His injury must have been more than a skin break!

Hearing this, Negrim grabbed his ear in the dark, and said sharply, "This is my order! Are you trying to disobey me, or are you saying that you don't have the ability to protect me?!"

How could Abel dare to defy Negrim? Hearing what he said, he had no choice but to take a step back and say, "Then I'll send you to the woods first..."

"It's too late." Negrim heard the dwarves shouting in his ear, and said eagerly to Abel: "The state of the dwarves is not right. If any of the other three are caught, I am afraid they will have no chance to survive. , none of them can die, otherwise all my efforts to enter the border forest this time will be in vain!"

What Nigrim said was correct, but Abel stood still, not daring to take him back no matter what, and was so angry that Nigrim scratched his face without the image of a lord. It made Abel feel itchy, and the skin didn't break at all, but after he accidentally ate Nigrim's fingers several times, he finally realized the anger of his master, and he didn't dare to prevaricate him anymore, so he could only take Nigrim's finger. Rem put his back on his back, and while rushing back, he emphasized: "Just lead the dwarf king away, and the other dwarves will not cause them too much hindrance. For your safety, I will not spend any more time of."

The dwarf king was the only one who would pose a threat to the other three. Negrim didn't worry about the others, so he hugged Abel tightly and whispered in his ear: "We can't be caught either, the dwarves are stubborn. Stubborn, they won’t change their mind if they decide something, now is not the time to talk to them, if they are considered intruders, there is no chance to say anything more.”

Abel sighed and said, "I see, please rest assured."

They flew all the way in the direction they came from. The huge size of the dwarf king made it easy for Abel to find his position, and then he tightly fixed Negrim behind his back with two hands like iron hoops. With force under his feet, he jumped high, and then kicked the dwarf king on the back!

The dwarf king was staggered by the huge force and almost fell down. Then he turned around and roared angrily when he saw someone coming. He squeezed away other ordinary dwarves who were like headless flies, and turned to Abel and Nigri. go!