Those lizard hunters who looked like upright giant lizards, although their appearance made people feel a little nervous, their combat power was only equivalent to that of bronze-level warriors, and only a few of them were slightly stronger and barely reached the silver level.
Facing the all-silver-level team of the Golden Two-Headed Dragon Mercenary Group, they just became the target for the mercenaries to vent their emotions.
Before Jia Lan had time to reveal the weaknesses of these underground races to the mercenaries, the well-equipped silver mercenaries chopped down the lizard hunters wearing simple leather armor and holding stone spears and stone axes like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, and then rushed to the two sides who were fighting fiercely.
Jia Lan was hesitant to speak. Although he wanted to remind the mercenaries that they might have caused a lot of trouble, after taking a look at the corpses of lizard hunters on the ground, he could only follow them helplessly.
This near-ground dwarf village built next to the cliff of the underground fissure was not large. Together with the fifty or sixty dwarf warriors who were fighting, there were less than 200 people in total.
However, the dwarves are naturally strong, and once a male dwarf reaches adulthood, he has the strength of a high-level bronze.
Even the old, weak, women and children in the dwarf tribe have a fighting power no lower than the black iron level, and the trained warriors are even more powerful.
Just like the fifty or sixty dwarf warriors, although they are all holding pickaxes and hammers, they are all silver-level warriors, and the three dwarf leaders who lead them have even reached the gold level!
Unfortunately, their enemies are numerous. Although the lizard hunters are poorly equipped and their strength is mostly around the bronze level, the five or six hundred lizard hunters make it difficult for the dwarf warriors to resist.
The dwarf warriors roared angrily, waving their big hammers vigorously, smashing the lizard hunters one by one.
However, many lizard hunters have already broken into their village and attacked the relatively weak dwarf women and children.
At this moment, a group of surface people that had never been seen before suddenly appeared, killed the lizard hunters who invaded the village without leaving a single piece of armor, and rushed up from the side and rear of the village to support the dwarf warriors.
This sudden change made the lizard hunters panic, and even the dwarves were stunned.
They stared at the allies who grinned at them with gray-blue eyes that were different from their surface relatives.
The mercenaries who burst out with all their strength were extremely fierce. They were well-equipped, experienced, and well-coordinated, far beyond the lizard hunters who were poorly equipped and relied solely on brute force and numbers.
Therefore, although the lizard hunters were numerous, they were killed by the mercenaries and retreated step by step.
Without waiting for the magicians to take action, the lizard hunter leader screamed, left nearly a hundred corpses, and fled into the darkness like a tide.
The dwarves did not relax their vigilance. They quickly retreated to the entrance of the village surrounded by branches and fences, guarding against the group of surface people who suddenly appeared as if they were facing a great enemy.
Hugo smiled and approached to talk to the dwarves, but a short spear thrown at him almost pierced his foot.
The dwarf leader waved a huge hammer and roared at him, but Hugo was dumbfounded to find that he could not understand it at all.
Not only him, but even the magicians in the team who were relatively knowledgeable and understood the dwarven language were also dumbfounded, because they also could not understand what the other party was saying, and everyone could only look back helplessly.
Under the protection of Old Jimmy, Jia Lan walked out from behind the crowd helplessly.
Of course, they could not understand what the dwarves said, because they did not speak "surface dwarven language" or "surface common language" at all, but "underground common language".
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Even the language used by these underground near-ground dwarves is a kind of "underground dwarven language" similar to the dwarven dialect.
It would be strange if the surface people who have not dealt with the underground races for thousands of years could understand it.
Fortunately, although the language vocabulary in the isolated underground world has changed with the passage of time, Jia Lan, who was once complained by the souls of the other world as a "multi-national translator", can still roughly understand the conversations of the near-ground dwarves.
These near-ground dwarves have slightly rough and slightly brownish-red skin, with brownish-red or brownish-yellow hair on their heads.
Their height is similar to that of the hill dwarves, about 1.2 to 1.4 meters, but they are slightly thin.
Of course, the "thinness" here is relative to their close relatives on the surface who have superior living conditions. It is estimated that their weight will not be less than 100 kilograms.
However, with a height of no more than 1.4 meters and a weight of more than 100 kilograms, the dwarves have a standard oak barrel-shaped body. Their short and thick limbs are bulging with muscles, which makes them look full of strength.
The dwarf leader is still speaking loudly in the underground common language with a strong accent.
However, what made Jia Lan slightly relieved was that perhaps because of their assistance just now, these near-ground dwarves who did not have much good feelings for surface creatures were only wary of them, but did not hate them.
"Hey, hello! Dear underground dwarf friends!"
Jia Lan spoke a string of authentic dwarven language. Although her pronunciation could not match that of real dwarves, her clear words were enough for those near-ground dwarves with strong accents to understand.
A trace of surprise flashed across the face of the dwarf leader. He stared at Jia Lan in confusion, and then gave up using his not-so-standard underground common language and responded in his native language: "Surface people? Who are you? Where are you from? What do you want to do in our 'Uga Tribe Bloodmane Village'? Surface people are never welcome here!"
"I'm really sorry, we came here unintentionally!" Jia Lan smiled gently and continued: "But please believe that we have no ill intentions. We are from the surface..."
"This is unbelievable! You are lying!" The dwarf leader questioned: "There has been no trace of surface people in the Gusyasdisen area for thousands of years! The elders of the Uga tribe once warned us that the outside world has disappeared under Moradin's 'Soul Forging Hammer'!"
The dwarf leader paused for a moment, and obviously understood that this was just a myth woven by the elders to warn future generations not to leave the underground.
But the dwarf leader knew very well that there was no passage leading to the surface in the "Gusyasdisen" area. The only underground waterway leading to the surface was said to be located on the other side of the distant "Toraksh Swamp Sea".
But these surface people appeared from the direction of the "Sanmaste Holy Land Abyss" behind their village, which was obviously a lie!
This discovery made the dwarf leader furious. He waved the sledgehammer in his hand and roared: "Liar! You must be spies sent by those cunning big lizards! I, Barend Bloodmane Uga, will not be fooled!"
"But we did come from the temple on the other side of the Great Rift." Jia Lan pointed helplessly at the bodies of the dead lizard hunters on the ground: "Besides, if we are spies of the lizard hunters, why should we help you eliminate the invaders?"
Barend, the leader of the Bloodmane clan of the Uga tribe, was speechless. Yes, if the other party was a spy of the big lizard, why did they suddenly appear and eliminate the invaders at the critical moment when they were about to be destroyed?
"Okay! Even if you are not spies of the big lizard, what evidence do you have to prove that you are from the 'Sanctuary of Sammaster'?" Barent asked loudly: "Do you still want to say that you are the Asadron worshippers under the Saint Sammaster?"
Jia Lan keenly captured the key words in the words of the dwarf leader Barent. Although these words may be slightly different in the translation process, they are indeed related to some secrets he knows.
While recalling his vague memories of the Dragon Cult, Sammaster, and Ashardron, Jia Lan pointed to the direction of the Dragon Cult ruins behind him and said calmly: "If you are talking about that temple, I can only say yes, it is now mine."
"Yours? How is that possible!" Barent did not expect that his casual sarcasm would be acknowledged by the other party. There was a trace of fear in his gray-blue eyes, and his voice became trembling: "The Holy Land has been in decline for thousands of years. There are only the Holy Land Guards guarding the "Dark Well"..."
Although he said so, the huge iron hammer in Barent's hand was involuntarily put down, and he dared not aim at Jia Lan again.
Dark Well, Holy Land Guards?
From Barent's words, Jia Lan seemed to have found some clues. Could these near-ground dwarves be the descendants of servants enslaved by the Dragon Cult back then?
"Do you think the Holy Land has declined, so you started to fight for the territory here?" Jia Lan cleverly used the skills of "observing words and expressions" and "inducing" to take out a ring found in the cemetery from his pocket and put it on his hand, and then took out a dragon-shaped glass amulet and hung it around his neck: "What do you think now?"
Although it was a bit unbelievable, the dwarf leader stared at the dragon-shaped glass amulet on Jia Lan's chest with horror, and stammered: "You...you are...the new Asadron priest?"
"Do you need me to prove it?" Jia Lan picked up the dragon-shaped glass amulet, put it to his lips and pretended to blow a whistle.
"No!!! Respected Master Priest! Please forgive your servant's offense! You have been away for too long!" Before the dwarf leader Barent could speak, several old dwarves rushed out of the village and knocked away the dwarf warriors guarding the village entrance. They knelt in front of Jia Lan and begged in fear: "It has been so long that the descendants of your servants have almost forgotten your glory! Are you coming back this time to rebuild the holy land?"
