The anvil is still a little apprehensive in his heart.

Since the last time I broke into the sacred space of the dwarven god in a half-awake and half-dream, I have witnessed all the legendary scenes, plus the revelation of the dwarf god.

He had already decided in his heart to follow the divine revelation of the dwarven god to lead the rest of his compatriots towards the northern border of the continent and join the lord in the revelation.

But his idea was difficult to convince the rest of his compatriots.

Because they lived in the southernmost part of the mainland, although they had fled to the opposite north after being attacked, most of them planned to wait until they had enough strength to fight back to the south and build new villages on the old site.

After all, it is difficult to leave the homeland, and this is especially true of the dwarves who have been accustomed to living in seclusion since ancient times.

Now he has to take refuge in the human race that some people are disgusted with, and he may have to live under the fence for the rest of his life.

These are unbearable for them.

In the end, it was the anvil that overrode public opinion, relying on his own credit for leading everyone to escape and his prestige as a leader for a long time, forcibly suppressed all opposing voices, and resolutely led his compatriots to the north.

So when he saw the walls of the Northern Fortress that resembled those of the Revelation, he felt both joy that his wish had finally come true, and anxiety about the uncertainty of the future.

These two emotions brewed in his heart, and he became a victim of gains and losses.

"Patriarch, the humans have closed the gates. A strange-looking dwarf approached him and whispered.

The dwarf was thinner than the average dwarf, with a helmet on his head that looked like the bottom of a pot, and two tubes that stretched out in front of him.

If Duke were here, he would be able to associate these things with steel helmets, night vision goggles, and the like.

But Anvil's heart sank when he heard his words, and he felt that the situation did not seem to be as smooth as he imagined.

In fact, he knew that in addition to the question of whether the dwarves could accept humans, it was equally important whether humans could maintain equal kindness towards the dwarves.

This is the key to whether the two can live in harmony in the future and build the earthly and heavenly kingdom of the dwarf gods.

After a while, the helmeted dwarf turned back and reported, "Chief, the humans have opened the gates again. And ......"

His face was not very good, and he said with some hesitation: "And those humans came out of the city gate with weapons, I feel that it is better for us not to move forward anymore." ”

Anvil was shocked, and he couldn't figure out what the situation was.

He took the dwarf's helmet and ran over to see it himself, trying to learn more about the situation.

I saw that at the gate of the fortress, there were many soldiers holding their own weapons and flags, neatly arranged at the city gate.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he feels that there is more festive and joyful atmosphere over there than the feeling of killing cold.

He remembered the revelation of the dwarf god again, gritted his teeth and said, "You can't stop, you go and send ten guards, and go with me to try to contact them first and find out the situation, and the others will slowly move forward." ”

The dwarf could only sigh and ran to the back of the line to call ten of the guards behind the palace.

The dwarves who were called over were almost all dressed in the same attire, with thick beards that covered most of their faces, and it was impossible to recognize who was who if you didn't distinguish them carefully.

What's more, each of them carried a brass-colored metal box like an anvil, and a metal stick more than a meter long with a hose at the end of the stick connected to the box at the back.

Anvil's face changed when he saw them, and he said to the dwarf who gave the order a little annoyance: "Why did you hand them over, this is the last thing to protect our race!"

"Patriarch, you are equally important to our race, and without you we would have no motivation or direction to continue. The dwarves present persuaded in unison, and finally Anvil had to agree to take them to the fortress first.

He took a deep breath, returned the helmet to the original dwarf, and then hopped around with ten dwarves toward Duke.

Each of their jumps was far beyond the magnitude of a normal human, and they would stir up a cloud of smoke and dust that would cross a large distance before falling.

Although their movements were somewhat comical, they were not slow at all, faster than a normal carriage.

On the other side, Duke was a little confused as he watched the team that broke away from the team and bounced towards him.

I don't know what the dwarf is famous for, but he still asked the honor guard to start preparing and waited for the dwarf to arrive.

It wasn't until he got closer that he saw that the dwarves seemed to be wearing something like spring shoes, and they could travel a long distance with each jump.

This discovery strengthened his conviction to recruit them.

"Ready, go!"

Sensing that they were about to arrive, Duke raised his right hand and swung it down.

As soon as the surrounding soldiers received the order, they began to pound the ground with spears and flagpoles, making rhythmic tapping sounds.

The trumpeter also puffed up his strength and played a long melody, which was accompanied by the beating of the soldiers and the drums from the city walls.

The six soldiers standing at the front drew their swords from their waists and held them in front of them, and the spear-wielding soldiers in the back also stopped tapping and handed their spears together to form a long corridor of spears and buntings.

Anvil and the ten dwarves were startled by the sudden sight in front of them, and stopped a dozen paces away from the city gate, looking with some alarm at the human soldiers in front of them, who did not know what they were doing.

Duke and the soldiers were also a little puzzled, a set of welcome etiquette had been done, the music and songs had been sung, and now they were all quietly staring at each other, very embarrassed.

Duke complained in his heart that these dwarves were not very good, and wondered if he should do the whole welcome ceremony again.

In the end, he gave up on this plan, thinking that it would be better to show more sincerity first.

So he motioned for the soldiers to put away their weapons, and saw that they could not hold out for long as they trembled.

Then he straightened his clothes, and with a warm smile on his face, he strode towards the dwarf who was still in a daze.

With a thud, as he approached, three or four hollow iron rods were aimed at him.

Duke wondered how the dwarves' weapons were the same thing as water pipes, like the gangsters in street fights.

Even stranger was the frightened expressions he seemed to see on the faces of several dwarves, and God knows how he could see through the bushy beard.

"Bang!"

After a dull thud, Duke felt nothing but the whirlwind before his eyes and the cacophony of dwarves and soldiers running towards him.