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The gangster closest to the dwarf pounced on the target, who was as solid as a roadside hitching post, and pinned him down.

"Carlisle Newman's belly button!" the dwarf roared, pushing up an adult male alive.

However, more hooligans rushed over and the dwarf was forced back to the ground.

The gangster leader was still shouting: "Strip his armor! Make sure he never dares to use such tricks again!"

Wang and the entire team were watching all this.

Elizabeth: "Do you think we should do this dwarf a favor?"

Wang: "Why? He is not necessarily a pastor..."

"But he might know the priest."

Wang snapped his fingers and said, "That makes sense. Let's do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the barbarian Gotrik roared: "Flame! Blood! Lockta!"

After going berserk, the barbarian rushed towards the gangsters piled up together, the huge axe in his hand flashing with cold light.

The moment the axe was swung, Elizabeth, who was about to cast a spell, froze, and the spell she was saying turned into "Oh my God." Apparently, the flying limbs were a bit too exciting for the princess.

And the wizard... The wizard was playing with a sling. Apparently he didn't have many spells left, and he didn't plan to use up the remaining spells easily before re-preparing them tomorrow morning - except for the unlimited cantrips.

A small stone hit the gangster leader accurately, but did not knock him out. Instead, it made him turn his head and look over here.

"Someone's trying to get involved! One of them's a woman! And it's huge! Come on guys, time to make some extra money!"

It seemed that the gangsters didn't notice the two spellcasters in the chaos.

The princess tried to cast the spell again, but when she tried to touch the materials, she used too much force, and the contents of the bag spilled out. She could only squat down and frantically pick up the materials, and this action made her secondary sexual characteristics more prominent.

But the king didn't even look at the princess. He cast the light spell again.

The gangster leader: "Don't be afraid, he's just a juggler, go ahead!"

The next moment his throat was pierced by a flying knife, and the drow elf appeared from the shadow formed by the light at the door of the tavern.

The people nearby shouted, "It's that drow! It's the princess's team! They have a super powerful new spellcaster! Run away!"

Wang: "Yes! It's me! The super powerful spellcaster is here! I'm going to cast a spell! Avalon Kudaka (random spell)!"

The hooligans scattered in a hurry, one of them ran while shouting: "Wait, Zhuo Er! Don't think that I can't deal with you just because you are with Princess Tang!"

In a blink of an eye, the square was quiet, and the only sound was the creaking sound caused by the corpse floating in the wind on the still standing gallows.

Wang: "They actually said harsh words to Marika in the end. To be honest, it hurt my self-esteem a bit."

Elizabeth looked frustrated. "My pride is hurt. Raise the light spell higher. I'm picking up the materials for the spell."

The king then realized what the princess was doing, and his mouth opened into an O shape.

At this time, the dwarf's voice came from under the unfortunate people who were chopped to death by the barbarians: "Someone come and save me, I'm almost crushed to death."

Marika: "Gotrick, move him out."

The barbarian, who had just finished his rampage, sat down, and it was obvious that he couldn't stand up without resting for a few minutes.

Mark: “Let me do it.”

After a grunt, Mark dug the dwarf out.

"Carlis Newman's horns! My armor got stuck in my flesh when you were moving the corpse just now!" The stocky guy stood up and stared at the king angrily, "Mage, I won't forget that you called me a bugbear just now!"

Wang: “I just saw it wrong.”

"There is no point in saying more. I can't calm down my anger unless I beat you up. So I'll let my favorite war hammer leave a..." The dwarf suddenly stopped and looked at the spoon in his hand suspiciously. "I must have drunk too much. I actually saw that my war hammer turned into a spoon for pouring wine."

Wang: "No, I think it's a ladle for pouring wine."

Chapter 12: Dwarves are as stubborn as rocks

The dwarf stared at the spoon and calmed down, then cursed, "What about my war hammer?"

The drow said in a gloating tone: "It's not easy to find lost items in this place. Especially the reliable and well-made dwarf warhammer."

Wang: "I don't have any item locating skills prepared today. Can I help you find it tomorrow?"

The dwarf glared at the wizard. "How can you possibly find it? You haven't even seen my hammer! Locating spells either find the closest item in a category. How can you be sure that you have found my hammer? To accurately locate a specific item, you have to know its exact appearance."

The king turned to Elizabeth and reported: "We found the dwarf priest."

Elizabeth looked confused: "What? How do you know he's a pastor?"

"A dwarf is so familiar with the spell of locating items. There is only one possibility. He is a priest and can cast three-level spells, which include the spell of locating items." The king said in a lecture tone, "Dwarves rarely become wizards or druids, and rarely become bards. Dwarves have warlocks, but they are rare because they are ugly."

"Hey! You damn halfling!" the dwarf cursed, waving the spoon in his hand while cursing, "Don't think I can't knock your head open with a wooden spoon!"

Wang: "Dwarves like to call other races shorter species, such as calling humans halflings."

Elizabeth: "You know a lot..."

"My teacher said so."

"That's not true!" The dwarf stamped his feet angrily. "When I find my hammer, I'll make you pay, wizard!"

Wang: "Then you have to wait until tomorrow to prepare the object locating technique again."

Priests must meditate every day. During meditation, they decide on the spells they will cast that day, and they cannot change them until the next meditation. Priests of good gods meditate in the morning or at noon, while priests of evil gods usually meditate at midnight.

Generally speaking, no priest would deliberately prepare an item locate spell while meditating.

The dwarf muttered a few curse words.

At this time, Elizabeth suddenly said, "What if I give you a new war hammer?"

Wang: "You gave him a war hammer and asked him to open my head?"

"No, I mean, maybe he can join us this way? We don't have to prepare a Locate Item spell tomorrow. What level is the priest's Locate Item spell?"

"Three rings." Wang blurted out.

Elizabeth: "That's quite precious. What equipment or materials are needed to cast the spell?"

Wang was surprised: "You don't know?"

"I am a warlock. I gain my power from my bloodline. I can only cast spells granted by my bloodline."

The king asked curiously, "But your father hired a six-ringed warlock master to teach you. What did he teach you?"

"At the beginning, he taught me how to sense blood and gain strength from the blood. After I mastered the method, he mainly taught me combat skills. Because we don't rely on knowledge to cast spells." Elizabeth said.

Wang: "Then he should teach you how to identify spells..."

"Yes, he taught me, so I can recognize common spells by hand gestures and incantations, but I don't know the materials for spells I can't use. There's no point in knowing since I can't use them anyway."

Wang: "But you can reverse the spell by observing the materials the enemy grabs."

Elizabeth was speechless for a moment.

Then the dwarf said, "Hello?"

The two spellcasters, in heated discussion, realized that they had left the priest alone for some time.

"In short!" Elizabeth was a little embarrassed, but she immediately controlled herself with her good upbringing. "I will give you a war hammer as a deposit for hiring you."

"No, no!" The dwarf shook his head repeatedly. "If I want to cooperate with this rude wizard and endure the damn drow elves, a war hammer is not enough!"

Elizabeth immediately added: "A magic hammer, made of mithril."

The dwarf visibly hesitated.

The king waved his hand. "It's useless. Dwarves are very stubborn. We need a more convincing proposal."

Dwarf: "Hmm? Uh, I... Yeah, we're as stubborn as rocks!"

As he spoke, he began to touch his beard. Even after experiencing such an unseemly thing just now, these carefully groomed hairs were still neat and shiny.

Elizabeth frowned and crossed her arms: "But... I think he was moved just now..."

King: "That's a dwarf. The epitome of stubbornness. And he's a priest. Dwarves generally believe in Torag, and their gods are also stubborn! The priests of Torag will not be bribed by the Mithril Hammer."

Elizabeth: "That makes sense. How about the Adamantite Hammer?"

The dwarf's eyes widened.

The king, however, was stroking his chin and lowering his head. He did not see anything at all. He muttered to himself, "I'm afraid it won't work. Material things may be useless. The stubbornness of the dwarves is beyond your imagination. It will take a long time to gain the trust of the dwarves..."

"No!" The dwarf waved the spoon in his hand, "You are such an annoying bastard! I am the priest of Cailin! The god of wine, art, travel and commerce! As long as the price is right, I can be a little less stubborn. Just a little! We dwarves are generally as stubborn as rocks!"

The king frowned. "What the hell? Why would a dwarf worship Cailin? He is the patron saint of bards. He is also the god of dance. His priests are all masters of tap dancing!"

After saying this, the wizard looked at the dwarf's short legs.

The others were a step behind the wizard, but eventually they all looked at the dwarf's legs.

The dwarf angrily said, "Carlis Newman's belly button! You bastards! What's wrong with me being a dwarf? Can't dwarves tap dance? Watch this!"

As he spoke, the dwarf threw the spoon in his hand to the ground, slapped the integrated iron plate on the front of the belly of his full body armor, and jumped up to the beat of the rhythm.

Because he was wearing full body armor, when he danced, the various parts of the armor kept colliding, making a sound as if an entire army of heavily armored knights were marching.

Wang exclaimed in surprise: "This is a scene that my teacher has never seen! I thought I would have to travel for three to five years to encounter a wonder that my teacher has never seen! This is the essence of studying abroad!"

Mark frowned. "Pelican? The water bird on Shallow Water City's emblem?"

"No, it's a medicinal herb." said the cat man.

The wizard was still going crazy: "A dwarf priest tap dancing! This is a magical scene that will go down in history!"

Just as he finished speaking, the door of Rat Daddy's Tavern opened again, and a burly mercenary walked out. He carefully observed the scene outside, then turned back and shouted, "Don't worry, it's not the knights who are surrounding us, it's a dwarf who is dancing! Damn it, he made the noise of an entire knight order!"

The next moment, a short halfling came out cursing, "Dwarves tap dancing? Do you think I will believe it? Dwarves are... Oh my God."

The king observed the halfling and judged that he probably held a high position in the management hierarchy of the tavern.

Before he could say hello, the tap-dancing dwarf fell to the ground with a clang, twitching: "I... God, help me! My leg is cramping!"

The drow elf walked forward and kicked the dwarf's leg first, with the tip of his shoe accurately inserted into the acupuncture point of his leg, relieving the cramp. Then the elf picked up the stocky dwarf with one hand and straightened him up.

"Damn you Drow! If I were a cleric of Torag you would have eaten two Searing Radiances!"

The drow smiled slightly. "Fortunately you are not, otherwise you would have been a dead dwarf. It is said that dwarves will slowly turn into stone after death. Our wizard will definitely be delighted to record this process."

"What? I knew it!" The dwarf glared at the king, "I knew you were a damn evil mad wizard!"