Vanessa sighed twice, but she sighed and said nothing extra.

She knew very well that the dwarves were just sympathy and regret, and asking them to help overthrow the human kingdom would be a dream.

What's more, the Iron Fort is now in charge of the Bronzebeard tribe, while the dwarf Shaman Bellin. The Rain Ling is from the Wild Hammer tribe. The two tribes used to have the same status, and now one dominates and the other is in a semi-subordinate state. How can this relationship be considered subtle?

Buying alcohol is just a trivial matter. There are more than 100,000 dwarves in the city. Don’t expect the dwarf king to come to meet Vanessa if you have such a sesame and green bean.

After negotiating with the old dwarf grandfather who was managing the wine deal in the trade zone, she paid for the receipt. That evening, she met with fifty dwarf uncles and aunts from the guards. A group of people, carrying muskets and axes, walked out of the Iron Fortress like cheerful potatoes, carrying muskets and axes, singing songs.

The gender of the dwarf is easy to identify. The bearded one is the uncle, and the bearded one is the aunt! The dwarf will not leave the Iron Fort at her age, so the dwarf who can drink and brag must be older than her.

The largest pier near Ironforge is Minaishir Port, but this port is located in the north of the mountains, while Vanessa's western wilderness is in the south. In addition, the port is a major human town, and the dwarves have now opened two medium-sized ports to facilitate the passage of their own cargo ships.

The dwarves are well-equipped and well-trained, and are at their doorstep. Their spirit is not very strong. Occasionally, there are wild beasts or robbers who are blind and blind. A few dwarfs rushed over and got rid of them with two axes.

Amidst laughter, the group drove the truck to board the ship smoothly. They would unload the goods at a port outside Storm City, and finally take a period of land to return to the western wilderness. Vanessa was very happy and announced that she would open twenty barrels of spirits, so that everyone could drink it open!

Her Oktoberfest seemed to open early, and the dwarf soldiers drank beer in big gulps, and their happy smiles could be infected. Listening to the generous laughter of the dwarf uncles and aunts, the anxiety in her heart subsided.

It seems that she really has no fate with the magic system! She looked at the mark on her wrist again. It was originally emerald green, but now there is only a faint mark that is left. She probably has no talent in the Druid Way, and the mark is almost unresponsive now.

The mage's arcane is confused, and the druid's natural spells seem to be unable to do it now. I can't deal with evil spirits, be a warlock, or believe in the holy light, be a priest?

The more she thought about it, the more she became, the more she was lying on the deck, looking at the birds passing by in the sky, and listening to the sound of the oars slapping on the sea water, she slowly fell asleep.

A "boom" sounded, causing Vanessa to almost fall off the deck. Fortunately, she was agile and grabbed the cable around her like a swing. She turned 360 degrees in the air, stepped on the deck and looked around.

Oh, this is so lively below.

I saw two groups of dwarves fighting below.

The group of dwarves with particularly loud voices were their own guards, and there was also a group of dwarves who were like black charcoal jumping from another ship toward this side.

Among them, one of them had a tall and strong head, and his face was as dark as the bottom of the pot, and he could not see his eyes at all. This guy had a red beard as bright as flames. Four or five dwarf soldiers were besieging him. The other party seemed to have no weapons in his hand, but none of the dwarf soldiers was his opponent.

"Are these people the legendary black iron dwarfs?" Vanessa asked the dwarf shaman who was knocked away by the enemy and was now climbing up.

"You know so much! That's Colin, a famous thief of spirits! He's eyeing your wine! Or come and help, or hide in Colin. Spirits! You dare to sneak attack your grandfather and let you see how powerful I am!" The dwarf shaman had no intention of performing magic for Vanessa. He held a wheeled axe and chopped the black iron dwarf named Colin. Spirits.

The dwarf shaman is full of momentum, but unfortunately his strength is a bit weak. The opponent's rank is very high, his pace is steady, and his moves are fierce. He looks at least a high-level warrior.

Even after being besieged, Colin Liquor was still calm. Although the number of people on his side was slightly smaller, it was not difficult to defeat fifty dwarf warriors with him as a high-level warrior.

Vanessa was still a little dizzy in her head. The name of Colin. The spirit is spoken in dwarf language, not a common word, and the pronunciation is very strange. She didn't tell who this guy was.

Before, she seemed to have entered the druid's state of being lost again and was forced to wake up. Her thinking was several beats slower than usual. She thought several times before she realized that the black charcoal head was coming to grab her wine not far away! Vanessa grabbed her weapon without saying a word and rushed forward.

Her slender figure did not attract the attention of Black Charcoal Head. It was not until her dagger cut two bloody mouths between the gaps of the other party's armor that he turned around and looked at Vanessa, as if surprised, why did this human attack him?

Vanessa was also surprised. The black charcoal head armor was too thick! She was almost blind after finding a gap. How could she hit her?

Black Charcoal Head has a standard short figure of a dwarf, and is particularly strong. Her burly muscles and extremely strong armor make her feel a little bit like a mouse pulling a turtle and unable to start.

Armor breaking is a technical job, she doesn't.

The other party's resistance to toxins was even more amazing. Vanessa's hallucinogenic poison, which had always been taken by both black and white, was resisted.

Black Charcoal Head sipped a sip of strong wine, forcibly resisting her poison, and even put two oversized metal wine glasses on her fist, and smashed them towards her like a storm.

The attack was fast and fierce. Vanessa twisted her waist and turned around, seemingly dodging her attack lightly, but in fact, with the support of powerful force, the opponent almost tied her speed.

Without the advantage of speed, she faces a heavy armored warrior, and the price she pays for making a slight mistake may be life.

I can't be beaten by such a garbage as you! She also made up her mind and no longer cared about the consumption of physical strength. Her mental power was highly concentrated, and she kept changing her directions like a butterfly. The dagger and long sword brought out the afterimage of the sky, stabbing into the gap of the armor of the black charcoal head like raindrops.

If the hallucination poison doesn't work, then use the speed reduction poison. She still has time to poison the weapon, while in mid-air.

Under the ribs, wrists, neck, cheeks, eyes, and places where the armor is invisible.

The black charcoal head was originally as violent as a wild boar and was slowing down by two minutes, but before Vanessa could be happy, the other party poured a glass of fishy yellow wine, then shouted violently, and spit out most of her toxins.

Vanessa: ""
Chapter completed!