God's family

"Help, help—help!!" the young dwarf—at least he hasn't grown a bushy beard—cries out, his voice full of fear.He was covered in blood, half-holding and half-dragging another half-conscious dwarf, while an older-looking dwarf stood in front of him.The bushy black beard was covered with grass clippings and dirt, mixed with sweat and blood, and he was in a panic. The bearded dwarf was holding the hammer in his hand tightly, panting heavily, full of fear, but blocked the other two. In front of the dwarf, with a ferocious expression, he did not take a step back.

On the opposite side of the three dwarves, a strong orc with silver-gray fur pressed forward step by step, his sharp fingertips were stained with blood, his throat sounded like a threatening growl, and his golden eyes were indifferent and contemptuous.The orc bent his knees slightly, and then rushed towards the dwarf. The movement was as fast as lightning, with a ground-breaking aura, and the dwarf couldn't catch his figure at all. Although all hope had been lost, the shadow of approaching death still made him He swung the hammer wildly and desperately, trying to make a last-ditch effort.

It's a pity that the chances of the hammer hitting an orc are appallingly low, and the goddess of luck didn't favor the dwarves who were on their way out.Every swing was in vain, and the dwarf slumped and closed his eyes, only to be saved as he waited for death to finally come.

The expected pain did not appear. The bearded dwarf opened his eyes in a trance, and saw the black-haired swordsman in front of him holding a long sword, blocking the sharp claws of the orc. At the same time, a soft halo fell on him. His body, like a mother's hand, soothed his exhausted body and tense nerves.

Looking back, the young man in the robes of a human priest held his staff high, and his clean, pure red eyes contained a gentle and comforting smile. The young man shrouded in golden light gave the dwarf the most beautiful admiration in the world. The impulse to offer them all before him.No one knew the indescribable gratitude and worship in his heart when he was saved after giving up hope long ago.

The two young dwarves behind the bearded dwarf were also healed of their injuries, and they sat down on the ground weakly, their bodies still shaking uncontrollably.After the fear passed, the lacrimal glands finally resumed their function. They hugged each other, crying so hard that they couldn't help themselves.

Roger stepped forward slowly, walked up to the side of the bearded dwarf, and smiled shyly at him. The shallow dimples made his face more childish, but it made people feel good, and it was completely irresistible.

"Please rest for a while, please leave the rest to us." He said softly, and then turned his gaze to Lacent who was fighting with the orcs in front of him.Behind him, looking at the slender, thin but firmly standing in front of him, the bearded dwarf showed a grateful expression, but he didn't see the gnashing of teeth on the white-haired boy's face at the moment his back was turned to him. expression.

——Even if it's acting, show me some dedication, bastards!What's the point of such perfunctory gestures? !I have to personally come up to block the line of sight to draw attention, do you want to die or do you want to die? !

The black-haired swordsman had superb sword skills, and the silver-gray orc finally took a few steps back reluctantly, turned around and quickly disappeared into the bushes on one side, never to be seen again.The black-haired swordsman put away his sword, turned around and walked back to the side of the white-haired boy, he seemed a little apprehensive and ingratiating after his fierce aura was restrained, but the white-haired boy ignored him indifferently.

"It's safe now, let me treat you further." Roger smiled and supported the shaking and trembling bearded dwarf, and the warm breath flowed into his body from the place where they were in contact, completely eliminating his injuries Pained and tired, the bearded dwarf saluted him gratefully, and begged him earnestly to save his child.

Naturally, Roger would not refuse, and resorted to the highest level of healing techniques, and the apology in his heart was slightly relieved when the two young dwarves were alive and kicking again.

It was the first time to resort to this method of harming others and benefiting himself—and it was harming someone who had nothing to do with him and seemed to be kind—Roger felt a little stressed.

It's a pity that he is really in a hurry now, and there is no way to stay here for too long with the dwarves.

"My name is Jeno, and these are my two sons, Tom and Ryan. We are returning home from the mine in the south, but we didn't expect to be attacked by the orcs of the Silver Wolf tribe—if we hadn't met you, we... ..." the bearded dwarf Jie Nuo said with lingering fear, looking at Roger with enthusiasm and eagerness, "Are you going to come to the dwarves? Please follow us home, so that we have the opportunity to repay you!"

"We are indeed coming to the dwarves, so we just heard your cries for help. This is actually God's guidance." Roger smiled gently, "This is what we should do, please don't mind too much."

"Even if it's just a little effort for you, it's a life-saving grace for our family! No matter what, please let us repay you!" Jie Nuo's attitude was very tough, and his two sons nodded again and again, and frequently looked at him with reverence. Go to Lacent who easily drives back the orcs.

"Thank you, it's just...we still have three companions, if you don't mind, we will visit tomorrow..." Roger carefully worded his words, trying to make his purpose not so obvious, but it is obvious that human beings are euphemistic Such rhetoric is not at all suitable for straightforward dwarves.

"Then it's a deal!" Jeno interrupted Roger loudly, "Do you need to buy something when you come to the dwarves? I think I can help!"

Roger was a little embarrassed, and blinked his eyes lightly. Such a youthful and childish expression fully pleased the dwarf who already had a high degree of affection for him. He laughed loudly and stroked his beard, " Please don’t be so embarrassing, my dear friend! I know it! You humans have come here from far away to buy things made by our dwarves! This is normal! We are also proud of it!”

Roger smiled speechlessly. Looking at the hearty and enthusiastic dwarf, he deeply felt that he had thought too much. Similarly, he was even more ashamed of what he had done before.

However, ashamed, but not regretful.

"Yes, we are indeed here to buy things..." Roger calmed down and said sincerely, "Our real destination is the Wing Clan, but, as you have seen, the hair color and eye color of my companion ..."

The dwarf Jeno glanced at Laicant, immediately laughed to express his understanding, and patted himself on the chest to promise: "Leave this to me! Look at my beard! Every time I have to deal with those turtle-haired Wingmen When the guys meet, they also use dyes and lenses! This thing is not too important, if you need it, I have a lot of it at home!"

"Thank you so much!" Roger, who successfully fulfilled his wish, said goodbye to the three dwarves with a smile, and after agreeing to visit and purchase items tomorrow, he finally relaxed.

"Don't think too much." Laycent rubbed Roger's drooping head and comforted him.

"Yeah." Roger responded, finally squeezed out a smile, and nodded heavily.

The situation in the capital is unclear, and the longer the delay, the bigger the problem will be. Besides, this trip is for Lacent, and because of his mysterious and inhuman identity and background, Roger cannot allow any mistakes.

After tidying up their emotions, they hunted a wild beast in the forest and took it back for dinner. Roger and Lacente returned to the campsite as if they were all right, and joined Theodore and the others who were packing up their things there.

The elves have high self-esteem, and Gall is not very familiar with them, and Fei cannot be trusted, so this time Roger just told Nexant——Among the group, only Nexant could act indifferently and with full power. fit his plan.

Concealing his plan, Roger just told Theodore and the others that he and Lycent just happened to save three dwarves who were attacked by orcs, and that the dwarves were willing to sell props that change the color of their hair and eyes in return. , making Theodore admire Roger's good luck.

It's a pity that such good luck is just the result of calculation.

In the evening, a tall figure quietly crept into Roger and Lycent's tent.The golden animal pupils shone in the darkness, not docile, but not dangerous either.

"You're here, Servoff." Roger greeted with a smile, "Thank you for today."

The silver-gray orc nodded silently, and said two words in Common Tongue stiffly, "Promise."

"Well, I will abide by the agreement." Roger raised his hand and stroked the orc's fur that was tense for a moment in a comforting manner, feeling that he finally relaxed his body, "Dwarves are a race that must take revenge, and they are very defensive. Unite, they will not let go of the enemies who attacked their tribe, the Silver Wolf tribe who betrayed and hurt you will get the retribution they deserve."

Servov's cold expression finally softened slightly, the corner of his mouth raised a stiff arc, and he nodded vigorously again.

"I'll wait." His voice was very low, suppressing strong emotions.

A few days ago, Roger accidentally met Selwolf, the silver-gray orc with whom he had been in contact twice.

Selwolf was photographed cheaply by Edgar, the leader of the Silver Wolf mercenary group, and then he was cured by Roger with potions. In the end, he escaped while the lord Ain was commanding a group of monsters to attack the mercenary group.Roger didn't expect to meet Selwolf here, even after he saw his name with his own ability, he suddenly recognized him - it's really not Roger's fault, the silver The hair covered most of the orc's face, making it impossible for him to tell who was who.

When Selwolf found Roger, he was seriously injured. He probably remembered Roger's aura and knew that Roger had the ability to heal him. Selwolf ran over after sensing Roger's aura. He was almost chopped into pieces of meat mercilessly by Lacente.

After Roger healed Servov, an idea popped up, and after reading it through Lycent, who knew the language of the orcs, he resolutely decided to put this idea into practice.

So, there was the scene not long ago.

After Servov escaped from the Silver Wolf Mercenary Group, he returned to his hometown - the Silver Wolf tribe living near the Dwarf Canyon.However, the reason why he came back was not to be nostalgic for his hometown, but to get revenge and seek justice from the people who betrayed him.

For the specific situation, Servov refused to answer. He only agreed to Roger's invitation to act together after learning that Roger's plan could stir up conflicts between the Silver Wolf tribe and the dwarves.

The dwarves couldn't tell which orc was attacking their tribe, they could only know that this orc belonged to the silver wolf tribe with silver-gray fur, and that was enough.

The rest—how to use this contradiction and how to retaliate—is not what Roger needs to care about.This was Selwolf's own business. Similarly, Selwolf's self-esteem did not allow others to intervene too much in his revenge.

"I wish you good luck." Roger smiled, and handed him a few bottles of potions that can restore physical strength, which was regarded as sending Buddha to the West.He has a feeling that there will probably be opportunities to use this Selwolf in the future, and there is no loss in building a good relationship.

Servov uncorked the bottle, sniffed it close to the mouth of the bottle, and immediately understood their purpose instinctively.After putting it away properly, the silver-gray orc said "thank you" in a low voice, then got out of the tent and disappeared into the night without a sound.

"Go to sleep." Roger yawned, rubbed his eyes and lay down on the floor. What responded to him was Lycent's warm chest and arms.

The dew was heavy at night, the cold was threatening, and Roger, whose physique was much weaker than swordsmen like Laycent, did not refuse. He got into his arms with a shy face, adjusted a comfortable posture, and closed his arms comfortably. Eye.