The dwarves would usually dig down the veins, zigzagging through the rocks to create many passages, some of which would become "streets", others that would be abandoned, sealed, or set up as traps to lure enemies. But they will always dig a huge pit in the mine, just like humans like to build a big square in their city.

Isis transforms back into an ice dragon and flies down with everyone. This pit is bigger and deeper than the one in the Silver Tooth Mine, and there are no bridges and shelves, only layers of stone steps staggered down, monotonous and regular, but because it is too long and deep, it looks magnificent.

The bottom of the pit, which is usually used by the dwarves for their gatherings and rituals, has a strange fragrance that is so strong that it is almost impossible to breathe, but there is also a smell that makes them even more frightened.

A taste of hell.

The ice dragon slowed down. Approaching the bottom, they saw rows of dark shadows on the steps.

Countless dwarves stood on it, lined up, facing in the same direction, as if they were on an expedition that had not been able to travel.

When he finally landed, the ice dragon could only make everyone jump first, and then he would change back into his human form. Because of the heavy surrounding, the barely remaining open space could not accommodate the body of a dragon at all.

He couldn't just press on the king's head.

It wasn't hard to tell that it was the king, even if he didn't wear any crown. All the dwarves stood, except for him, kneeling on one knee with a broad sword, in the middle of the large stone slab at the bottom of the pit, his long beard dragging on the ground, his shoulders broad, his heavily armored body standing straight, and although he was short, he had a momentum as majestic as a mountain.

Mork half-knelt down in front of him, staring directly into the eyes that had lost their brilliance. He had never met the king, who was not recognized by the Bronze Flame Dwarves, only his name, Utiro Merstone.

He was about the same age as him, but he had succeeded him as king almost a hundred years ago, while he was still wandering. He doesn't have any special reputation other than the "King of the Black Rock Dwarves", as he really hasn't done anything worth mentioning. His father drove out at least one ice dragon, allied himself with the Temple of Water, and helped build the Temple of Collins and Visa, and for a while, it looked like he was coming out of the Black Rock and reintegrating into the world. But after Uttilo succeeded to the throne, the dwarves shrank back and did not do anything other than to maintain business relations with the city of Visa.

And now, in front of Mork's eyes, the face that was too calm, could not tell him why he took all his people with him, in this way...... Leave.

He turned around, and his companions had dispersed, probing around. The little fire dragon had also fallen, and it landed on the other side of Is's shoulder as if it were tired of flying, and it flicked its tail at Nana across Is's head.

The bright light did not wane, shining on the equally calm faces of the dwarves standing around.

The calm of seeing death as if it were home.

From another point of view, the king kneeling in the middle looks like a sacrifice. Not far from him, on each side was a pile of charred firewood, from which the smell of the stone-hearted grass emanated.

Mock struggled to think about the usefulness of the grass. The Bronze Flame Dwarves have rarely used it because it is difficult to grow in the too cold weather in the north, and the reason why the dwarves used it for festivals in the past is because it can grow tenaciously from the cracks in the rocks, and the gray-green leaves are in the shape of a heart, like a heart born in a stone, wrapped in a layer of waxy white flowers are delicately carved like gemstones, dried and lit, and the aroma can make the dwarves feel relaxed and calm, after all, the festival is one of the most exciting occasions for dwarves, and the excited dwarves are easy to lose control......

"Relaxed and calm", put in such a situation in front of me, I don't know whether it is benevolent or ironic.

The dwarf knew that his heart was in turmoil, and he barely wore a mask of calmness. There was not only sorrow in his heart, but also a stronger anger at a king who had failed to protect his people, but had taken them to death in silence, angry at him for being secretive, not daring to leave even a real reason, angry at ...... The gods they worshipped watched indifferently as this happened.

He had thought that he would be able to accept such a fate in peace—to be born from the rock and return to the rock...... But there should always be a reason. Are these lives taken away for no reason, the joy and even pain that they should have, worthless?

He didn't know what to do...... Fearing that his chaotic thoughts would cause him to make a wrong judgment, he stood there, reaching for his tomahawk and keeping an eye on his companions, trying to concentrate and concentrate on alerting them to possible dangers.

Although the kingdom of the dwarves is in the belly of a closed mountain, it is always well ventilated. Even at the bottom of such a pit, there is a wind blowing through from nowhere, but the smell of the cardinales is always strong, as if they are still burning.

Any fragrance that is too strong will make people feel uncomfortable, not to mention the disgusting smell mixed in with it. Ish hated to be able to close his breath, he could hold his breath for a long time anyway, but he couldn't be sure of a safe place, and losing any of his senses would increase the danger.

He was so impulsive that he didn't pay attention to the faint sound of some kind when he heard it, and only took a few steps before he suddenly reacted.

He listened intently, not sure, and subconsciously turned his head to ask Nana, "Did you hear that?"

The little dragon turned his head and stared at him with round eyes, as if he didn't understand what he was asking.

"Yes...... There is the sound of a heartbeat!"

On the other side, the annoying little mage screamed.

Isis looked back in confusion. Is this guy's ears sharper than his?

Almost at the same time, the dwarf standing in the middle let out a roar of rage, and two throwing axes in his hands roared out and slashed into the air.

While everyone looked at the little mage involuntarily, he was the only one who noticed the faint ripples in the air, and the mycelium-thin tentacles that silently peeked out of the ripples and reached above Filly's head.

The paladin was startled by the slamming axe, but reacted immediately, and scurried out for a while before looking back to see the black filaments tangled together into an arm-thick vine.

It's not all black, it's red in the black, and there's a hint of white in the red.

The paladin blurted out rudely, retreated further, patted his hair desperately, and the cold hairs all over his body exploded, and he regretted that he didn't bring his helmet on.

He knows this thing...... There's still a mess in the temple of Stonebuch!

"Phantom!" yelled Ed.