Every time I come home, my wife is making garbage

Chapter 156: The Stinky and Hard Race

Hundreds of kobold captives were tied up hand and foot and thrown aside.

The dwarf warriors were bandaging their wounds.

On Zhang Jingyi's side, the injured wolf followers, guards, and cat people did not need to have their wounds bandaged. Ace came out from the back of the team, followed by two nuns in black robes.

Several people were muttering to themselves, "Die scum, die scum", and then, the black light enveloped the wounds of the wounded soldiers, and the wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. As the wounds healed, the skin returned to being as good as new, without even a scar left.

Zhang Jingyi was a little jealous watching from the side. He preferred healing magic to attack magic, probably because he was a gentle man. When he played online games before, he preferred to choose healing characters.

but……

As he watched, he complained in his heart. Ace had already taught him the spell of healing magic, and it was obviously not "Zha Zha Die", but when Ace was healing the soldiers, after chanting the normal [Healing Spell], he deliberately added a few more "Zha Zha Die" to make the soldiers think that he was praying to the God of Darkness before casting the healing spell.

These charlatans! No matter what they do, they always use the name of God.

Elizabeth and Antonio walked up to the Black Hammer Dwarf Chief.

In front of the Black Hammer dwarves, Elizabeth did not intend to use an alias or disguise herself. She wore a snow-white dress, a crown on her head, and smiled: "Brave Black Hammer dwarves, I just watched you fight the kobolds. The bravery of the dwarves left a deep impression on me."

The dwarf chief didn't want to bother with this group of humans. Even if they helped him, he didn't intend to give them a good look.

He was about to say a few harsh words when he suddenly saw Elizabeth's face clearly. The woman in front of him looked quite similar to the previous Queen Elizabeth IX, and was most likely of royal blood.

The dwarf chief's attitude suddenly changed. Even if he didn't want to make friends with these people, he couldn't be disrespectful to a king.

His tone softened as well, and he even nodded slightly. "Madam! The Black Hammer Dwarves thank you for your rescue. We can pay you a sum of money as a reward for your rescue, but there will be no friendship between us."

After saying that, the chief waved his hand, and a dwarf came up from behind and handed over a small sack. He opened the sack and saw a small bag of rubies inside...

He stuffed the ruby bag into Elizabeth's hands. "These gems should be a sufficient thank you gift. I'll also give you an enchanted axe."

After saying that, he handed over the [Strength Multiplier] Iron Axe that he had just made not long ago.

Elizabeth: “…”

She didn't want any gems or axes. What she wanted was for the dwarves to help her restore her country. But the other party's attitude made it difficult to deal with.

Elizabeth didn't know what to say and froze.

Antonio came over from behind and winked slightly. Elizabeth smiled at the dwarf chief, said nothing more, and returned to Zhang Jingyi.

Elizabeth: "My teacher, what you just meant is..."

Antonio whispered, "The dwarf has a bad temper. Once he says he won't help, no matter what you say, it will be hard to change his mind. It may even have the opposite effect. It's better not to say anything."

Elizabeth: “I see.”

Zhang Jingyi: "Is this race so stubborn?"

Antonio: "Yes, very stubborn! As stubborn as a rock, sometimes even more stubborn than a rock."

When the three of them talked to this point, they saw Ace walking towards the dwarves with a holy smile on his face: "Oh, my children, I see that many of you are injured. The merciful Black God sent his messenger, that is, me, to heal you..."

The dwarf chief interrupted him rudely: "We don't need your treatment!" Ace: "Don't worry, we won't charge any compensation."

The dwarf chief rolled his eyes: "I don't care about the reward."

Ace: "Don't you care about the pain your subordinates are inflicted with? Timely treatment can save them a lot of pain."

Dwarf Chief: "Dwarves don't mind this little injury or pain."

He was not exaggerating. Those injured dwarves were more stubborn than each other. They had a big wound on their body, and the priest in front of them could heal their wounds immediately, but they still glared at Ace and didn't show any good face to him: "We don't need human help!"

Ace shrugged his shoulders and gave up helplessly, and simply went to treat the injuries of the kobold captives. After these captives were healed, they could be used for mining and would be a very useful labor force.

Moreover, the ogres are very fertile. As long as their food supply can be guaranteed and they can have four or six children in a litter, the number of slaves will at least double or triple next year.

These days, the biggest problem restricting the number of slaves is food, and Gilneas Town doesn't seem to be short of food now, so the population of slave soldiers can be increased...

Zhang Jingyi glanced at Ace from a distance and whispered, "Even the charlatan failed! The charlatan is the most skilled in rhetoric, but even he couldn't persuade the stubborn dwarf. It seems that it will be quite difficult for us to win the dwarf as an ally."

Elizabeth was a little disappointed: "Yeah!"

Antonio: "Let's go back first. Being overly aggressive will only backfire."

Elizabeth announced that the troops would be withdrawn and returned home. The werewolves took the kobold captives and returned to the town of Gilneas. The group of Black Hammer dwarves looked at the large group of chaotic races in front of them with vigilance, watching them go away until they disappeared into the dense forest.

The Black Hammer tribe leader finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Phew! Those annoying guys have gone far away. I hope they won't bother us again."

A tough dwarf suddenly cried out "Ouch!" "Just now I was trying to hold back the pain and said I didn't need treatment, but now I can't hold it back anymore."

Another dwarf cried out, "It hurts!"

"Damn Kobold!"

"Go find some herbs to apply it."

"Will it be okay to smear some mud?"

"Or, you can use a red-hot iron to burn the wound, and it will heal."

"Fuck, don't say that... I feel the wound hurt even more just thinking about it."

The dwarves were making a great noise.

They are a very noisy race, and if there is a small tavern, the dwarves can make noise in the tavern from dusk to midnight.

Speaking of which, how long has it been since you last went to a pub?
Recalling the days in Middle-earth, hanging out in taverns run by humans.

The dwarves felt their wounds hurt even more.

"Chief, are we really not going to be friends with humans anymore? I miss the delicious wine they brew."

"I really want to go to the Sword and Shark bar, drink some rye beer, and then have a fight with the boss."