"Master Bad, Prime Minister of Political Affairs hopes that you will go back. It is too cold outside and will freeze your body."

This was the third wave of elves guards who came to persuade him, but he was still blocked by Bud. The first time he cursed, and the second time he cursed. This time he just glared at him and had almost no strength to curse. But when the elves felt that there was hope to complete the task this time and were about to persuade him again, Bud suddenly burst out with potential and scolded them back.

"So much nonsense! He is obviously very long-lived, but he is impatient. Do you think I can't hold on for the whole night?" Bud drove away the elf guards and sat down again. He looked at the ground in confusion, and then touched his butt. It turned out that it was not that he had not sat down, but that his butt had basically lost consciousness. "Haha, even if he wins this time, he can't take his butt. Dagon, hey! Dagon."

Dagon lowered his head, almost motionless. The snow had covered him, spreading a thick layer on his body, making him look like a snowman. If his head hadn't trembled little by little, Bard would have thought he was dead.

"What are you telling me to do? You're sleeping soundly." Dagon raised his eyelids and moved his mouth, as if he was swallowing. "I was dreaming that I caught a hole in the tunnel and fished for crabs and put them on the fire. Seeing that it was ripe, I just picked up the knife and fork and you woke me up."

"Sleeping like this will kill people." Bud said: "You kid really want to die?"

"If you want to freeze to death, wake up and fall asleep, it's the same. Do you think you can live by trying hard to wake up and not sleep?" Dagon snorted and said, "Do you care whether I sleep or not? If I sleep to death, won't you win?"

"I think you guys are weird!" Bud's teeth trembled and he didn't speak smoothly: "After... you will sleep after a while, and you will be very energetic when you wake up. Are you sleeping or hibernating? Are you a bear?"

"It's really not." Dagon smiled and said, "I'll just say it if I'm afraid I'll sleep, I can accept it."

"I can't!" Bud rubbed his chest and abdomen with both hands, and then curled his body smaller.

Dagon was sleeping, but not sleeping. He used sleeping as a cover for his secret food. The star helmet hidden under his beard secretly broke the half-ling cake into pieces the size of a fingernail and stuffed it secretly into his mouth. Dagon was not good at chewing it openly, so he kept holding it in his mouth, soaking it completely with saliva, pressing it into sauce with his tongue, and then swallowing it secretly while pretending to talk to him.

The high sugar and high calorie halfling cakes can play a huge role in this weather environment, and Dagon's body will not waste any of the nutrients. Originally, this cake would have to be rinsed with a lot of water, but with calorie base, eating a few bites of snow can also solve the problem.

Bard never discovered this secret. He also said that Dagon was slow to eat snow. He looked bad when he first ate it, but after a while - especially after "waking up", Dagon showed vitality again, as if he had ignored the snow and ice.

Dagon also hid flame-spray potion, which provided more calories, but he never dared to drink them. According to the fact that Bad had discovered that an elves cast spells secretly, this exiled dwarf was particularly sensitive to mana fluctuations. Although flame-spray potion belongs to the category of alchemy products, after drinking it, it can also cause mana fluctuations in the body, and it is still possible to be exposed.

Now both sides are insisting on not using mana. Dagon secretly hides food, so he has the advantage. If you say why Dagon doesn’t conduct a cold-resistant competition completely fairly, why don’t you say that the entire elf camp provides shelter for a dwarf exile?

From the moment he became interested in killing, Dagon was trying to kill him. This sounded like nonsense, but not many people could resist the impulse murderous intent and achieve the four words "sighting for every means". Thanks to the training of the weapon master, Dagon always remembered the difference between a reckless man and a commander. One could only be a "general" at most, while the other was to develop into a "cool". He observed the actions of the wine account boss, analyzed his own strengths and weaknesses, and then began to make plans. He dragged Bad with a full meal, and made secret preparations. In this way, whether it was to continue to freeze or Bud suddenly repent, he also responded from being frozen to fighting.

Once he drank the flame spray potion, Dagon could use the surging fire elemental power to warm himself and quickly restore his combat ability. Therefore, he was not afraid of continuing to freeze or suddenly fighting, and he could steadily wait for things to develop.

"Dagon, I think something is wrong now." Bard broke a small icicle from under his nostril and threw it to the ground with force. "Which elf did you come with? Why haven't you seen the elf dragged you away until now? His power is comparable to the Prime Minister of Political Affairs?"

"What are you doing? Are you trying to find an excuse to slip away?"

"Don't squeeze me. Either you freeze to death and I leave, or I freeze to death here, or I'm so cold that I'm dragged away by the elves. There are only three possible options. Slide away? I don't want to do that." Bard raised his hand and wanted to pull his beard, but grabbed the empty space at the main beard position without the beard ring. He seemed to have not noticed this and stroked his beard in the air. He probably had no sense of his hand.

"Dagon, please satisfy my curiosity, otherwise I will use my magic power to cheat. My magic ability is very strong. If I cheat in secret, you will definitely not be able to find out."

"Oh." Dagon thought to himself: No matter whether you cheat or not, I can't find it; as long as I cheat you don't find it, that's fine.

"Tell me, there are no one around now, what are you worried about?" Bard said: "Let me know which elves I was plotted against, and I can probably guess what resources and interests the Prime Minister of the Political Consultative Conference used me to exchange for."

"It seems that you know your position and identity very well!" Dagon snorted disdainfully and said, "There is no elves family, no exchange of interests. I am here because you insult the Jiangu people and provoke me at the same time."

"Stop talking stupid things. Everything in this world has the arrangement of elves, and they can calculate step by step in a very exquisite way! You silly short guy, you fell into the trap of elves without knowing it, and you still feel that you are very great."

"If I had the ability to ignore the interference of the elves and directly enforce the laws of the Jiangu clan on you, then I might feel a little greater. But now, even if I force you to death, I feel ashamed and embarrassed." Dagon shook his head, snorted, and said, "Why did I say this to you? If you knew how to be ashamed, what does embarrassment mean, you would have committed suicide long ago."

"I can't commit suicide," Bud laughed twice and said, "Hey, Dagon, I'm really wrong. An elf is here, I don't know him, probably came to find you. It seems that you are going to be called away."

The person who came was Shiloae. She wrapped herself very tightly. The thick white fur coat made her look like a snow elf with a very good figure. Oh, she was an elf, and this metaphor was like saying nonsense.

"The Prime Minister asked me to come, and I'm also curious about what's going on." She walked two meters away from Dagon and stopped, hugged her hands in front of her chest, raised her chin to look at him: "It's this sloppy dwarf that makes you freeze in the snow? Do I want me to kill him for you?"

"Then the ruling prime minister and the elf guards will deal with you."

"I only have a small spell to make this guy commit suicide," Shiloai said. "Nadir said he was a master, but he didn't say which aspect it was. That didn't seem very important. I can use spells to block the surroundings, and absolutely no one knows what's going on here."

"Who is Nadir?" asked Dagon.

When Bud heard this question, he immediately shouted: "Nadil Vanderhearn! That's the name of the Elf Prime Minister of Political Affairs. You, a dwarf, don't even know this?"

"No one asked you." Dagon and Shiloai sang in unison, and then continued the conversation between the two. "Thank you, but no need. Shiloai, are you ready for the big horned deer you want?"

"Well, I've prepared everything. I also asked for a cold-proof saddle and a trailer to install a winter tent." Shiloai smiled, as if exuding endless warmth. She said: "I originally wanted to prepare these things. Although I was ordered by the Prime Minister for a while, I still came back after a walk? When can you freeze this guy to death? I'm still waiting for you to go together."

"I guess it's only two days." Dagon looked at the sky and said, "This night is almost over. I think he's fine during the day tomorrow. If he really wants to decide the winner, it's probably tomorrow night. But it's hard to predict whether there will be any changes in the Elf Camp. By the way, the Prime Minister didn't make things difficult for you, right? Don't you want to see him?"

"He and I are related to some relatives. They used to rely on their elders to arrange marriage for me. It would be fine if they really found someone who was strong and capable, but they found me a mage, and their level was not as good as me. Actually, I didn't judge people by their appearance and had no prejudice, so I obeyed the overall situation and went to meet. But before long, he exposed that he liked men, so there was no need to continue talking, right?"

"Indeed, indeed..." Dagon said with a beard, "Did he like men already, or did he become a man after talking to you?"

"I can't say I'm not responsible at all." Shiloai laughed twice and said, "He probably didn't know it at the beginning, but I knew people's hearts more, so I helped him analyze it. It's a very difficult process to recognize himself. I don't encourage his orientation, but I don't need to stop him, right?"

"Yes, yes," Dagon nodded. He believed that the person who went on a blind date with Hiloai must have been hit by the spell, but Reid said that if the enchantment spell develops according to a person's original intention, it will have the best effect, so this matter... I can't explain it clearly, so I can only do it in a daze.

"You're going on a blind date like this, and that Nadir...'s Prime Minister must be very annoyed. So you don't want to see him?"

"It's not annoying on the surface, but I think he's definitely unhappy." Shiloai said in a low voice: "He is the elf I met... Well... I don't seem to say it. Anyway, I'm quite familiar, very close."

Bud gasped and said, "You are not talking about the Prime Minister's second son, right?"

"Where does the strange sound come from the snow and ice?" Shiloai said, "Okay, Dagon, just play here. The Prime Minister told you to admit defeat and return to the house immediately. I brought it there, and I don't know whether your ears are frozen or not. Also, don't forget to set off the day after tomorrow, it's very cold here."

"What did you say? My ears were numb and I could only see your lips moving, and I couldn't hear you talking!" Dagon shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!