Chapter 215

The Gray Iron Tribe, hundreds of kilometers away.

Buona rolled up her sleeves, raised a sledgehammer and smashed it hard against a piece of ore. In an instant, gravel flew everywhere and the millstone-sized ore broke into small pieces.

She then picked up the gravel one by one and put it into the smelting furnace for smelting. Her gray hair was combed smooth at the temples, and the firelight reflected it into a warm orange color.

Chief Loki stroked his beard with a smile as he directed the dwarves pulling the ore carts to transport the various ores to the warehouse for storage.

Their youngest son Rocky also pulled a smaller wooden cart to transport ore. He would put aside the ones he found interesting as collections, and sort the rest into the ore pile.

"Rocky! You bastard! I've told you countless times not to go down into the mines with me. Why won't you listen?"

Buona, who was smelting mithril, was furious when she saw Rocky, who was covered in dust. She picked up a thick wooden stick and rushed to Rocky, hitting him hard on the butt.

Rocky was sorting ore when a sudden blow distorted his face and he screamed, "Mom, why did you hit me?"

"What do you think? Who allowed you to go down into the mine?"

Buona growled with a dark face.

Speaking of going into the mines, Rocky suddenly fell silent. His mother had repeatedly warned him not to go into the mines, but he just couldn't resist the urge to...

Seeing Buona raise the stick again, Rocky scurried behind Chief Rocky as nimbly as a rabbit, "Dad, help me! I won't dare to do that again!"

Chief Loki paused stroking his beard, thought carefully for a moment, and then silently walked away sideways. "Loki, you're not yet an adult. Going into the mines isn't something you should do. Do you know how dangerous it is? Don't worry, your mother won't beat you to death."

Rocky's eyes were filled with tears, hanging on his face like two poached eggs. He watched the human shield go away in despair, and at this time Buona also rushed over with a stick...

"Ah! Ah! Ah—"

There was chaos for a while.

"There's a snow werewolf coming over there!"

A shout saved Rocky who was being beaten by Buona.

Buona raised her head and looked in the direction pointed by the tribesmen. Sure enough, she saw two giant wolves running in the distance. The snow werewolves were extremely fast, and soon the figures of the two snow wolves became bigger and bigger.

Yun and Ming slowed down when they were not far from the Gray Iron Tribe, otherwise the wind created by their running would easily blow the dwarves down.

Buona and Loki had already guessed that this must be the Yusui people who agreed to come and help them rebuild their house, so they happily led their tribesmen to wait at the edge of the tribe early in the morning.

"Aunt Buona, Uncle Rocky!"

With shouts, Bombur and other dwarves slid down from the backs of the snow wolves and excitedly ran towards the dwarves of the Gray Iron Tribe.

"This voice is..." Loki looked at the people coming with half-belief and half-doubt. Sure enough, the one leading the group was Bombur, whom he had not seen for many years. The dwarves behind him also looked very familiar.

Buona had a better memory than Loki. She opened her strong arms and hugged Bombur who rushed over. She said happily: "It's Bombur. I heard from Xiaoyu Sui that you became the chief of the tribe."

She looked the dwarves up and down and continued, "It seems like you're all living well. You all look so energetic."

Rob said shyly, "The Snow Werewolves treat us very well. We don't have to worry about Warcraft, and Xiaoyu also provides us with many amazing ideas. So the dwarves of the Tu tribe are living a good life now."

Bombur wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "Aunt Buona's arms are still so strong. We are all doing well. I am worried about you."

Loki and Buona both smiled with relief. Seeing that the other dwarves were living well, they were happy from the bottom of their hearts. However, when they thought of the plight of the Gray Iron Tribe, they felt a little sad.

"I can tell you're living well from the rosy complexions you all have. Now, let's go into the tribe." Loki patted the shoulders of several dwarves and said.

While everyone was talking, the snow werewolf warriors Yun and Ming had already transformed into human form and put on their clothes. Seeing that they were getting ready to enter the tribe, they picked up their bags and followed.

"You must be the younger members of the tribe, right? Come in quickly. You must be exhausted from the journey. I'll make you pumpkin soup and toast later!"

Buona greeted the two of them warmly.

Yun took out a hairpin carved with clouds and combed her hair. "The chief asked us to protect the dwarves and help you rebuild your tribe."

Ming, standing on the other side, smiled warmly and said, "Xiao Yusui is very worried about the safety of the Gray Iron Tribe. It's just been spring, and he's worried that a migrating beast tide might pass by here, so he's urging us to leave early."

Buona was touched, "What a good kid."

"We have prepared a place to live long ago. The Minotaur lived in this tent when they came to deliver food. I had it enlarged a few days ago to ensure that you won't find it crowded." Loki led the others to a tent.

The size of this tent is very different from the other small houses, and it is obvious that it is prepared for orcs.

Bangbo finally saw his tribesmen whom he hadn't seen for many years. The excitement in his heart could not be calmed for a long time. After a while, he remembered the main purpose of this trip.

He turned and made eye contact with Robert, then reached out and pulled Buona's sleeve.

Buona, who was chatting animatedly with other dwarves, turned her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"We came here this time to give you and Uncle Loki something important." Bombur said mysteriously.

Loki and Buona found his mysterious look amusing. They were both older and looked at these dwarves as if they were juniors.

"What is it? Is it something Xiaoyu asked you to bring?" Buona asked.

If it was something Xiaoyu brought, it must be more important. If it was something Bombur brought himself, it must be some rare mineral, Buona thought.

"Xiaoyu Sui asked us to do this, not only for you, but also for other dwarf tribes." Bombur said excitedly.

Now all the dwarves of the Gray Iron Tribe became curious. What could be so important?

Bombur had whetted everyone's appetite, and asked Loki and Buona to take them to an open place. Then he took out a thunder bomb from his arms. It was completely black with blue and purple stripes on the surface, and threw it into the distance with all his strength.

"Cover the child's ears!" Bombur shouted before throwing it.

Rob quickly covered the ears of Rocky, who was closest to him. Although the others didn't know why, seeing the serious expressions of the two, they all followed suit and covered the ears of their children.

"boom!"

A huge noise rang in the ears of the dwarves. Even though everyone was far away at Bombur's reminder, there was still some rubble flying everywhere, and the children were so scared that they ran into the arms of adults.

Yun jumped a few steps nimbly and picked up Bombur in the front before the explosion.