Ronnie attacked Emyr crazily.
Both the guards and the bandits were stunned by his actions.
The guards were shocked as to why Ronnie attacked Emyr.
The bandits were shocked by Ronnie's contradictory actions. Why did he kill the deputy leader? If he had betrayed them, why did he attack Emyr?
But no matter what, if they could kill this lord, Lord Barker would be very happy!
One of the bandits blocked the sword and cheered for Ronnie loudly, "Ronnie, you can do it! Kill that bastard! Lord Barker will reward you when he comes back!"
The guards were shocked. Ronnie was in cahoots with the bandits?!
Unfortunately, Ronnie's strength was far inferior to Emyr's. He couldn't hurt Emyr at all.
Even if someone cheered him on, it was useless.
Ambition was a factor that could make a person grow quickly, but if he couldn't see the difference between himself and the enemy, then ambition would only destroy himself. Ronnie was in such a situation now.
"Crack!" Ronnie's long sword was shattered into pieces by the impact.
"No! This is impossible!"
Ronnie was in a frenzy. He waved his broken sword, trying to stop Emyr from getting close to him.
But his threats had no effect on Emyr.
"Ronnie, you secretly colluded with the bandit Buck and helped him rob Ellington. You attempted to assassinate the lord of Ellington, the nobleman of the Empire, Emyr. Your crime is punishable by death! Death!"
Emyr's voice was calm and cold. The moment he finished speaking, he raised his sword. The cold light blocked Ronnie's vision. The whole sky seemed to have become a sharp blade.
Was I wrong?
No! I wasn't wrong!
It was this world that was wrong…
The sword fell. Blood spurted into the sky!
Emyr withdrew his sword and said coldly, "In the future, if there are any traitors in Ellington, Ronnie will be their example!"
He didn't use magic because the admonition needed to be written with blood.
Traitor!
Ronnie was indeed a traitor!
"Well done!"
The members of the Guards were not too sad. The moment they found out that Ronnie was a traitor, all their feelings for him turned into anger and hatred. Now that Emyr had killed Ronnie, it was to avenge their compatriots who had died at the hands of the bandits. They could only feel happy!
"Kill these bandits!"
"Kill them all!"
The members of the guards who had been buffed by Emyr's spell did not realize that their combat abilities had soared. They only thought that they had been motivated. All of them fought bravely, killing the bandits until they were forced to retreat. In the blink of an eye, the bandits were all dead and injured.
After a while, not a single bandit was left alive on the mountain.
The members of the Guards were panting. They were either sitting or lying on the ground, panting. After the battle ended, they came back to their senses and realized that in such an intense battle, not a single person had died on their side!
Even Danny, who was usually the weakest, was only slightly injured in this battle.
This discovery surprised everyone, but they were even happier.
After all, no one liked to see their friends die.
"The gods protect us!"
A middle-aged man who was lying on the ground laughed loudly. "These filthy dregs have finally gone to meet the Grim Reaper! Ellington, we're safe!"
"Elsa, how's the situation? Barker has gone to Ellington. We have to return as soon as possible."
"My Lord, we've already rescued more than 30 people, but…"
Elsa wanted to say something but stopped. Seeing her expression, Emyr knew what was going on.
These women had been captured by the bandits and brought here. One could imagine their fate.
In particular, those people were known to Elsa and the rest. It was even more painful to see them.
"I understand. Bring them out first and return. We'll speed up and catch up later."
"I understand … Oh right, my Lord, we found a strange fellow inside. He seems to be the legendary … dwarf. He was also imprisoned by the bandits. Do you want to go in and take a look?"
Dwarf?
Emyr was overjoyed. Ellington was not far from the main city of the dwarves, Hammersmith Castle. It was expected that dwarves would appear here, but he did not expect to see them so early.
Emyr raised his eyebrows. "Lead the way."
After getting into the cave, an unpleasant smell hit them in the face. Emyr knew that the conditions of the cave as a prison would not be too good, but he did not expect it to be so unpleasant.
A weak stream of air swirled around him and began to change the air in the cave silently.
"… You damned humans cursed by the gods. How dare you kidnap the great Bryan Hammersmith!"
Before Emyr walked into the cage, he heard a loud voice shouting there.
"No! We're not those damned bandits. We're Ellington's militia. Now, we're Ellington's guards. We're here to rescue you …"
"Shut up! You humans are all the same. How can I tell who is who?!"
There was a loud bang inside, and Bryan continued to shout, "Say it! Did you guys take a fancy to my handsome beard?! You want to cut it off and take it for yourself!? Let me tell you, never think about it!"
Danny's aggrieved voice came, "Wait! Who wants your whiskers!" No one wants that kind of thing!"
"Bastard! How dare you insult my beard! I want to duel you in the name of Hammersmith!"
"Oh my God! Oh my God! When did I insult his beard? Why do you want to duel me because of my beard?!"
Listening to his voice, Danny was about to cry.
"Shut up! How can ignorant humans understand the importance of beards! I want to duel you!"
Emyr could not help laughing. He walked over and said loudly, "Danny, you're wrong. The beard of a dwarf is more important than their life. Their heads can be broken and their blood can flow, but their beards must not be messed up!"
"Sir Lord!"
Danny was overjoyed. He ran to Emyr and said, "Sir, please explain to him. I'm really going crazy!"
After saying that, Danny slipped away directly. It seemed that the communication with Bryan had made him on the verge of collapse.
"Heads can be broken and blood can flow, but beards must not be messed up? En! That's a good sentence. I like it. Boy, you have a lot of ideas. Learn forging from me?"
Emyr was suddenly embarrassed, "I don't have any plans to learn forging for the time being. Then again, can the forging skills of dwarves be taught to humans casually?"
As he spoke, he sized up Brian in the cage. Although Brian was very dirty, his hair was unkempt, and his clothes were messy, the beard on his chin was very neat and clean.
The spotless appearance of the beard made Emyr feel malicious. It was difficult to even get water to drink here. How did he take care of his beard? Did he use … saliva?
If it was saliva, it would be fine. If he used something else, then he was afraid that he would have to keep a respectful distance from him.
Bryan's appearance was not much different from the dwarves in the game. However, the person in front of him was not an NPC, nor a player, but a living dwarf. The feeling was different.
The tattered clothes could not hide the strong muscles on his body. Although dwarves were not tall, they were born warriors. Every member of their race was unusually brave and good at fighting. Even the most ordinary female dwarf was comparable to an elite human warrior.
Emyr thought about it and felt that the main reason why Prandal was not occupied by other races and finally fell into the hands of humans was that the other races had their own quirks.
Dwarves liked to dig holes, drill holes, and forge. The outside world was nothing to them. The vast and boundless sky was a kind of torture to them. Some of the underground dwarves even had a strange disease called Sky Phobia. It was said that dwarves with this disease would become dizzy when they saw the sky. They would not be able to distinguish between north, south, east, and west. They would lose all their fighting ability, just like humans who were drunk.
Dwarves, on the other hand, loved to fiddle with all kinds of messy gadgets. They were more like technological geeks who never left their homes. Therefore, although they were very strong in combat with the help of all kinds of messy engineering devices, in a world dominated by combat skills and magic, dwarves who studied science were heretics.
Elves, the people of Nisclaire, were the most beautiful and kind creatures in Prandal. They had all the advantages of a race. They had a strong affinity with magic and swordsmanship. Every one of them was extraordinarily beautiful. They were the most popular slaves among the human nobles.
Elves often showed joy but did not pursue excitement. They were often curious but not greedy. Because of their long lifespan, elves could see everything from a broader point of view. They did not dwell on trivial things.
However, when they pursued a specific goal, whether it was to go on an adventure or to learn new skills or crafts, elves could concentrate without any distraction.
It took a long time to be friends with elves, and it was the same to be enemies. However, it was more difficult for elves to forget friends or enemies. Elves did not care about slight offenses, but would take strong revenge for serious insults.
In addition, elves had an amazing coordination ability. They could coordinate with everything in the world and pursue group coordination. This also led to them being more of a group than an individual.
It seemed that elves were one of the most suitable rulers of the world. However, elves also had a great shortcoming. They were too slow. Their long lifespan made their pace of life extremely slow, and they lacked the mentality to fight. Compared to ruling the world, they were more willing to stay in the peaceful Emerald Forest, lying in the shade with the forest animals and enjoying the afternoon sun.
Dragons, the race closest to gods. They were powerful and had extremely long lifespans. There were only a few of them, and most of them lived alone in remote mountains and deep valleys.
It was said that they also had a home. The other races did not know where it was.
In order to make it easier for Dragons to travel on the continent, their second form would usually be the human form or the elven form, which was also easy to hide their characteristics.
Older Dragons would become lazy due to their long lifespan, while younger Dragons were often full of curiosity and action. They would often dress up as bards and wander around the world.
At first glance, they seemed to be the race most likely to rule the world. However, apart from being lazy, Dragons and elves had a common problem, which was low fertility.