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In the end, the Little Marten reluctantly left the candied fruits in the barbarian tribe and continued to follow Hua Ruge.
Tark wanted to laugh out loud, but when he thought about the terrifying fighting strength of the Little Marten outside, he wisely chose to shut his mouth.
He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of being beaten.
After walking for a long time, Tark pointed to an empty land and said, "This way is the Dwarf Tribe."
Hua Ruge was startled, she clearly didn't see anything. She carefully examined it for a while before scratching her head: "I'm looking for a dwarf, not an ant."
"Haha, Lord, you should know that the dwarves live in underground palaces, right?" Tark laughed. This was the first time he had seen something that Hua Ruge didn't know about.
Hua Ruge coughed lightly, a little awkward on the surface.
The Little Marten swept past Tark.
Tark was trembling from head to toe from his stare, he no longer dared to laugh, and respectfully said: "Lord, please wait, I will go and greet the door."
Hua Ruge blinked his eyes at the Little Marten, thinking that even he himself had gained some dignity from having such a powerful killing tool.
Not bad at all.
Under her encouraging gaze, the Little Marten smiled bashfully, its expression still like a child's.
Hua Ruge couldn't help but reach out to touch his head.
Tark turned his head to see this scene, and only felt that it was unbelievable.
Not only was the Little Marten strong in strength and fierce in personality, it was also incomparably prideful. It actually tolerated Hua Ruge touching his head like this.
Tark walked down the stairs and saw the entrance of the underground palace, which slowly knocked.
Hua Ruge and the Little Marten walked to the top of the stairs and very quickly saw a dwarf open the door.
Because the dwarves did not like humans, and had a particularly violent personality, it was the first time Hua Ruge had seen one.
The dwarf was only about one meter tall, but he was extremely strong. One of his arms was thicker than her waist, and his legs were thicker than her arms. His body was like a bucket, but his muscles were filled with explosive strength.
The dwarf looked to be around 30 years old, but he looked to be more ferocious than a human. His face was flushed red, and he had a terrible temper.
"Tark, why are you here?" The Dwarf spoke very straightforwardly, and even if their relationship was good, he still wouldn't be too polite.
"It's not me, it's our Lord who wants to meet the Patriarch." Tark indicated for him to look at Hua Ruge.
Hua Ruge gave a friendly smile.
In the end, the dwarf raised his thick eyebrows and said, "What is there to talk about with humans? Our chief will not meet him."
Seeing that, killing intent surged from the Little Marten's body. Hua Ruge pulled him back and shook his head.
The Little Marten nodded unwillingly. In his opinion, anyone who was unfriendly to Hua Ruge should be beaten to death.
"You must have heard that Ancient Dragon City issued an Equality Order, treating us the same as humans in the Lord. She was very friendly to us foreign races, I believe that the Patriarch was willing to meet her." Tark said.
The dwarf thought for a moment and said, "Then come with me."
The reason he agreed was partly because he had heard of Hua Ruge's name, and partly because of his old friend Tark.
Other than not unifying the humans, these pagans were also very united.
Tark nodded and waved at Hua Ruge.
The moment Hua Ruge entered the underground palace, he immediately felt that it was like a huge oven, a place filled with a sweltering heat that almost suffocated him.
She felt that the reason why these people blushed, aside from being angry all year round, must also have something to do with this environment.
Clang! Clang! "Clang!"
As they walked through the corridor, they heard the sound of countless metal clanging. It was actually the dwarves forging on the flat ground inside. No wonder it was so hot.
"Dwarves don't cultivate spiritual energy but only the body. That's why they have been forging since they were young." Tark explained.
Hua Ruge nodded, then asked: "Why are their hammers different in size?"
"Dwarves don't have different levels of strength, but they will take as many hammers as they need, so look at the size of their hammers, you'll know how strong they are." Tark explained.
Hua Ruge nodded, and felt that it was extremely interesting.
"You haven't seen them fight before, but we all have a headache from their terrifying lethality." Tark said again.
Hua Ruge became interested, "Then will you win or they win?"
Tark pulled some distance away from the Dwarf, then said: "In terms of combat strength, we are still stronger, but the Dwarf's collective attack power is much greater than ours."
"Interesting." Hua Ruge said as he touched his chin.
"Lord, if you plan to take them in, I think it's fine." Tark guessed what Hua Ruge was thinking and said directly.
"Why?"
Tark replied without thinking, "The dwarves' tempers are too bad, and they don't eat too much, so they don't lack food. You have no way of convincing them."
"What you say makes sense. However, that doesn't mean that you won't have it in the future. There's still a long time to go." Hua Ruge smiled faintly, he was not in a hurry.
But with her calm attitude, Tark had a faint premonition that the Dwarves might not be able to escape being of service to Hua Ruge.
He had reduced the number of things that could originally not be completed, but in the midst of Hua Ruge and this smile, he calmly settled the matter.
They arrived at the entrance of the first level of the underground palace. This time, it was a residential area.
The dwarf was short, so the room was smaller and the door smaller.
Hua Ruge and Little Marten could enter normally, but Tark, who was more than two meters tall, was as strong as a cow.
So the dwarf informed the Dwarf Chief, and the last meeting place was the corridor.
The Dwarf Chief had a long, black beard that almost touched the ground. His face was also red, and he was a bit older. However, his body was a lot thicker than the man from before. He looked extremely strong.
The Dwarf Clan Elder stared at Hua Ruge the moment he met him. His expression was neither good nor good, and it seemed as if he was thinking about something.
"Greetings, Patriarch. I am the newly appointed Lord of Ancient Dragon City. It is my pleasure to meet you." Hua Ruge greeted politely.
Tark also said: "Master clan leader, when we came, father asked me to ask if you were alright, if there is anything we can help with."
"Go back and thank your father for me. I have nothing to do here." The Dwarf Elder's reply was friendly, and actually ignored Hua Ruge.
Hua Ruge was not annoyed either and continued to talk: "I have already enacted the equality law, and now that the Savage clan has become my army, the Elves and Wingman have started to do business there, earning money to buy necessities, unable to earn money or my subsidies, they are all enjoying life very much, you can also bring your clan members to try it."
The Dwarf's face was completely red, and no emotion could be seen on his face. After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll seriously consider opening a shop."
"It's good that you're thinking about it." Hua Ruge smiled on the surface, but in his heart he knew that this was mostly a rejection.