In fact, hundreds of years ago, the dwarves and the giants were not in harmony, and they could even be said to be enemies of life and death.

The fight between the two races of dwarves and giants sounds a bit fantastical, like a strong man beating a schoolboy.

But the fact turned out to be ironic, the dwarves did not lose, the giants did not win.

Before the Dark Age, dozens of races came out of the three giant gates of different space, and in the middle to late stages of the Dark Age, the invaders of the other space exterminated more than a dozen races, and after the end of the Dark Age, the human race rose, and the Holy See exterminated more than ten races, and it is not without reason that the dwarves can continue to this day.

Those who can survive, either their fists are big enough, or their brains are good enough, the survival of the fittest in nature, the killing and plundering in the biological world, it can be said that the races mixed up to today have unique wisdom, regardless of whether they mix well or not, they all have two brushes, and the dwarves are the same.

On the side of the couch, how can others snore and sleep, the black soil hilly area is not as big as the wasteland, how can it be possible for the two intelligent races with the largest individual gap to coexist peacefully.

After the end of the Dark Age, a large number of underground ore veins were found in the black soil hilly area, and the dwarves were the first to hear the wind.

Dwarf mining is a hobby, and I don't think about making money or anything, I beat my children on a rainy day, and I'm idle when I'm idle, and I'm playing.

But this is not the case with the Terrans and Beamon, and a large amount of steel can effectively improve the combat effectiveness of the race.

And the reason why the Terran and Beamon did not get involved here in the end, there are two reasons, first, the Terran and Beamon are fighting each other, unable to mobilize a large amount of manpower, second, the location here is too remote, if you want to mine, you have to establish villages and towns and strongholds, whether it is directly smelting into iron or pulling the original ore, you have to pass through the Great Wasteland, the barbarians on the wasteland don't say anything, the main thing is that the Great Wasteland is very close to the territory of the Terrans and the Beamon Orcs, the Terrans work hard to get mines, and then go back to pull the mines, when passing through the Great Wasteland, it is easy to be robbed by Beamon, and vice versa, the Beamon Orcs pull the mines, and the Terrans will rob them, all waiting to eat ready-made。

It is worth mentioning that the barbarians fell into blood mold, and the Bimon orcs and human tribes even affected them as soon as they fought in the Great Wilderness.

Both races have money and a lot of food, and many barbarian tribes can't open the pot, so they are hired by collecting some food and gritting their teeth, and then used as cannon fodder to dry the human race and orcs, but when I go to the place, there are neither orcs nor humans on the other side, but barbarian compatriots who have also received money and food.

It's very embarrassing, let's fight, it's easy to be despised by other tribes, don't fight, the money and food are collected, and in the end you can only go through the motions.

But what kind of temper are the barbarians, they can fight with real fire, it was originally a fake fight, and then it became a real fight.

At that time, the human race and the Beamon orcs were stunned, hey, I'll go, the barbarians are honest, they work too hard, and their own people are killed.

As a result, because of the mine, after a few years of tossing, the Orcs and the Terrans had nothing to do, and the barbarians died a lot, all of which were killed by their own people.

Later, the Beamon orcs and the human race thought about it, it was better to pull it down, when they did good deeds, they went back to their own homes to find their own mothers, they were afraid that if this continued, the barbarians would easily become endangered species.

Later, the dwarves deserved to pick up the cheap, and the dwarf radishes dug and dug and collapsed, and actually dug out a dungeon.

The dungeon is like a one-piece cast, nearly a thousand meters deep, although there are many entrances to the bottom, but the passage that extends down is not large, the dwarves can barely get in, and the Terrans and the Beamon orcs are impossible.

The dwarves looked at it at the time, don't wander around the continent, live directly in the dungeon, people's houses have been built for you, where to touch this good thing, it's a little bad lighting.

Best of all, the dungeon has countless passages that connect several underground veins, which means that mining can be transported directly to the dungeon.

In this way, more and more dwarves entered the dungeon to settle down, and as time went by, the dwarves also transformed the dilapidated dungeon into their homes, and finally there was Flame Hammer City, although the lighting and ventilation were not good, but the house type was not bad, boxy, and tens of thousands of dwarves ran with joy and were fine.

Whether it is the human race or Beamon, they can't enter the dungeon, and they can't dig a pit straight down to a depth of thousands of meters, so they can only give up the black soil hilly area with a sigh in the end.

It was at this time that the giants jumped out.

Originally, this group of giants lived on the snow-capped mountains next to them, but they didn't know if it was air pollution or how, that year the whole continent warmed, the snow on the snow-capped mountains was all melted, and there was a lot of mud everywhere they went.

Descending the mountain is a hilly area of black soil, which is equivalent to the territory of the dwarves.

Although the dwarves live in the underground paradise-like Flame Hammer City, after all, they also yearn for freedom, sunshine, and the fragrance of birds and flowers.

So the dwarves ran to the ground twice to wave when they were fine.

The giants are all poor, and when they see a dwarf, they grab a handful of them and ask for food, which is a bit similar to the nature of middle school students robbing elementary school students of lunch money.

Can the dwarves get used to this stinky problem, and without saying a word, they can't come out of the dungeon.

Not to mention that the giants are also very social, relying on the skill points to get the labor, and start digging down, seeing what it means to dig out of Flame Hammer City.

The dwarves stopped doing it, didn't they dig up my ceiling, and then the two races did it, and they did it on the ground.

A large number of dwarves are craftsmen, and they not only craft weapons and armor,

It will also build large-scale siege equipment, what trebuchets, giant ballistas and the like, which are normally used to siege cities, just to kill giants.

At that time, the relationship between the dwarves and the barbarians was not bad, and the two gangs formed an alliance of strong men and forced forces to beat the giants together.

The giants are not vegetarians, and there are no winners in this battle that has lasted for more than half a year, and they have all paid a painful price, and the dwarves have no benefit in killing the giants, and the same is true for the giants to kill the dwarves, they have no habit of eating dwarves raw, and they are thankless, and finally they shake hands and make peace.

With the passage of time, the relationship between the two races gradually eased, and later, at first, they exchanged ideas with each other, and slowly became a little bit of a watchful and helpful person, and as a result, the people on both sides became affectionate, and the barbarians of the wasteland who came to help them were exposed.

Throughout the history of the continent, it seems that the barbarians of the wasteland have done such a thing.

Unlike other rich areas of the continent, the black soil hilly region has not been at war for hundreds of years.

And today's Flame Hammer City, unlike the original time when there was only a dungeon as a base, after all, it is a piece of craftsmanship and hard work, and the dwarves have nothing to do every day to eat and wait for death, so they extended the project to the ground and built a pure metal fortress, but there is just an empty shelf, which looks quite bluffing, and there are some entrance passages into the dungeon.

It is precisely because the fortress is an empty shelf that it is now surrounded.

Outside the ground castle of Flame Hammer City, more than five hundred two-headed demons who appeared out of thin air surrounded it.

Nearly 10,000 dwarves cowered within the high walls of the fortress, not daring to go out.

Looking at the two-headed demon outside the walls, the dwarves trembled.

If it weren't for the dwarven steel running out of use and building an eight-meter-high wall, the enemy would have rushed in.

The blonde-haired, formidable dwarven leader Vosg Ebi confronted the dwarf radishes, "You Great Elders, who can tell me how we can repel these terrible monsters?"

A group of dwarven elders with real power began to feign deafness.

We already said what we knew, and we still use your horn here.

The Grand Commander Ebi is angry to death.

It can really be said that the house is closed and the disaster comes from the sky.

Since the signing of the agreement with the Wolf Tooth Tribe, the dungeon has started a great wine-making business, and every day is like the New Year, and you can drink a little wine every day, which can be said to be a fairy without changing.

The dwarves are the most addicted to alcohol, and the amount of alcohol is not good, and the wine-making formula given by Chu Ci is basically alcohol, and two or three sips can make the dwarves sleep in place.

Maybe God can't get used to seeing such dwarf ghosts so lazy, just two days ago, a powerful and unspeakable Terran blind man came to the ground fortress of Flame Hammer City, this blind man was also injured, walking with a limp, after arriving at the gate, he raised his sword, and the battle intent exploded directly through the gate, and then he fainted.

When the dwarves saw it, they not only did it well, but also reported it to the dwarf boss, Master Ebi.

Unlike the other swordsmen, Ebi, who is more than three hundred years old, had traveled in the human world a few years ago, so he knew that this blind man was none other than Mang Yan, one of the three great sword sects of the human race with a great reputation on the continent.

It's not that I've seen it, the main features are too easy to identify.

First of all, this man is a warrior of war will, because of the sword, because of the use of war will, and secondly, he is blind.

A blind man plays with a sword, then it is like dancing with a lame man, and those who dare to be so unconventional and flamboyant must be rare, and there is only such a number one person on the mainland, and that is the Mangyan Sword Sect.

The name is related to some characteristics of the character or the icon, just like the three-plate axe Cheng biting gold, the jade-faced little white dragon and the like, you will know what is going on when you hear it.

The old man is a blind man, it is impossible to call it the Blind Sword Sect, and then everyone took a homonym, called the Mangyan Sword Sect, which has the same meaning as the Blind Sword Sect.

The other is that the old man's fighting spirit is very flashing, with firelight, so he is called Mangyan.

Seeing that it was the Sword Sect, it was lying so straight, Master Eby was in admiration, and he didn't think much about it, and pulled him back to the castle directly.

Some things have nothing to do with race, such as strength, knowledge and money, as one of the few extreme powerhouses on the continent, not to mention that the Mangyan Sword Sect came to the dwarves, even if you drink too much and lie on the road teeth of the Orcs, you will be taken care of by the Orcs at home, one yard is one yard, and it is true that there is a fight between different races, but like this kind of Extreme Dao masters, they generally disdain not to participate in secular disputes, unless it is time for the survival of the race.

Of course, the Extreme Dao powerhouses of the Holy Court were an exception, an Elemental Master Holy Rank and a Sword Sect didn't care about feathers at all, and went out to do this and that every day.

If you want to say that the dwarves beat iron, drink wine, brag about bull B and pretend to die, etc., it is a race, but when it comes to curing diseases and saving people, hundreds of thousands of dwarves don't know a single hair.

It's precious that the dwarves have the courage, can't they be cured if they can't be cured, every day all kinds of herbs, flowers, heavy metals and the like, don't want to stuff it into the mouth of the old man, and it's almost poured some high-temperature iron pulp.

Seeing that the old blind man was about to be tossed to death by this group of dwarves, wave after wave of unsettled waves, the two-headed demon began to attack the city, and hundreds of hundreds appeared.

Let's talk about the past, Flame Hammer City is really not afraid.

At that time, there were many equipment to defend the city, such as trebuchets, giant crossbows, steam cannons, etc., and they were all there.

But as time went on, all these things were gone.

It's not that the dwarves have broken it or used it badly, but they have all been sold.

The dwarves were too poor and heavy on alcohol, so they eventually put it on

The crystallization of the wisdom of some ancestors is all dismantled and sold to Beamon or the human race, and if you can exchange wine, you can change it, and if you can't change it, you will treat it as scrap iron and buy some wine for two dollars.

A drunkard is not terrible, but what is terrible is the drunkards of the whole people, and no matter how low the price is, they can't stand such corruption.

People who have no long-term worries must have near-term worries, and when they drink, they are cool, but now that they really have encountered something, the dwarves are all dumbfounded.

According to the normal situation, the dwarves can go back to the dungeon directly with Super Mario, and the two-headed demon loves to toss and turn, and dismantle the fortress on the ground, and everyone will come up again after they are gone.

But the problem is that the Mangyan Sword Sect is here.

This is a human race, and it can't get into the pipe, and the dwarves can't unload eight pieces.

If it really doesn't matter, the human race is absolutely anxious, and they will raise troops to fight against it.

This is not a few hundred years ago, there are not only many elemental masters and battle intent masters in human beings, but also scientific and technological technology has made great progress.

Hundreds of years ago, the Terrans didn't have a trick to take the dungeon, but now it's not, the easiest way is to get some poisonous liquid and pour it down the pipe, and then let the elementalist set it on fire, and then give the pipe a block, and the smoke can't die and choke out, and the trick of killing the dwarves or forcing the dwarves out is some.

If it were other human races, they would die, but the identity of the Mangyan Sword Sect was extraordinary.

There are only a few strong people in the extreme way, all of them are the Dinghai Divine Needle of the intelligent race, especially this Mangyan, who has received a lot of apprentices, all of whom are royal nobles and powerful figures from all countries of the human race.

But this is also strange Mangyan is cheap, he came here, and he split a hole in the gate before he fainted, and now all the dwarven warriors are using hammers to plug the hole with flesh and blood, if it weren't for that, everyone could guard it briskly.

Just as Master Ebby and the group of instigating dwarves were at a loss, the familiar coughing sound rang out again.

Jianzong Mangyan took the broken sword as a crutch, coughed in five steps, vomited blood in ten steps, and walked behind Master Ebi with difficulty like a patient with advanced lung cancer.

A group of dwarves looked admiring.

If you don't say that people are sword sects, just a few days of hard work, this blind man vomited blood almost a full tank, all day long is a look like he is going to die in the next second, but now he is not dead, people should cough and cough, should vomit blood and vomit blood, dead or alive is not hanging, you say magic is not magical, now the odds of the dungeon are open to 1 to 12, many people are waiting for the old man to die to win the wine.

"Dwarven friends. Mang Yan, whose face was like gold paper, spat blood before speaking as usual, and then said weakly: "Thank you for helping me recover from my injuries, the old man will remember it." ”

A group of dwarves looked embarrassed and turned their heads away.

These gangs are still self-aware, before the old man came, he was lame and unconscious, and after a few days of tossing, they stopped being in a coma and began to cough up blood.

It is estimated that he may have eaten those heavy metals, and maybe if he didn't come to Flame Hammer City, Mang Yan would be able to live for a few more days.

"A few days ago, after I tried my best to fight and tore through the space, I met a strong man in another space and was seriously injured by the enemy, so I came here. ”

When the dwarves heard this, they understood, and this was about to give their last words.

"Those two-headed demons. ”

The number of words was almost finished, and the old man coughed up another mouthful of blood.

"It's a creature that escaped from a crack in another dimension. ”

The dwarves looked at each other.

How can it be a creature in another space, not to mention that that thing looks like a bug, how can it be a two-headed demon, and the two-headed demon also has it on this continent, and it is considered a native species.

"Woe to me, I brought it in, how can I see this group of monsters break through the defenses of your homeland. Mang Yan straightened his waist, his eyes were full of essence: "The name of the Sword Sect is touted by the world, but I still have a little bit to rely on the old man, if I do my best, deal with these... Poof, cough, cough, cough. ”

The first half of the sentence was very ruthless, and the momentum came out, and when it was over, he began to vomit blood again.

Master Ebi looked at this teaser and waved his hand helplessly: "What, master, you better go back and lie down." ”

"No, I want ... ”

Ebi: "Don't make a fuss, let's get excited and die here, go back and rest, if you die here, we'll be in big trouble." ”

"I definitely won't... ”

"Hurry up. Ebi said impatiently to the dwarf next to him: "Hurry up and help the master back, hurry up, I feel panicked when I look at him." ”

The implication is to stay away.

Sword Sect Mangyan was still resisted by the four dwarves in the end, and he was still bragging on the way, saying that he was going out to kill the Quartet.

Master Ebi gritted his teeth and ordered: "Fill it, fill it with human life, be sure to plug the gap in the gate, if you can plug it, reward a barrel of spirits." ”

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding elders and soldiers, hundreds of people, ran down the city tower in a puff of smoke, and rushed to the gap in the gate.

Master Ebi: "... ”

Not to mention, with a heavy reward, the dwarves are really hardworking, and they smashed the two-headed demon calf at the door with hammers, manuscripts, iron tongs, etc., and they really repelled a wave, and blocked the gap in the gate.

Master Ebi stomped his foot excitedly, and was just about to say something good, when there was a loud "boom".

All the dwarves followed the sound and looked, and the city wall on the right side collapsed again, and a big wilderness dipterocarp melon seed was stuck in the middle of the city wall, screaming and screaming.

On the Great Wilderness Dragon, a group of people were scolding.