The moment she walked through the gate, Catherine felt a wonderful wave of magic. As if tearing off the black cloth covering the eyes, the whole space is no longer pitch black, but slowly showing brilliance.

Catherine's first reaction was to look back at the palace gates. Sure enough, along the edge of the entire gate, there are ancient elf inscriptions that appear and disappear from time to time. This is supposed to be an ancient little trick that completely blocks out the light that emanates from the palace. No wonder no matter what, I couldn't see the scene in the palace before.

Catherine was taken aback, this kind of fear and dark might should not normally be found in the dwarven king, who was known for his bluntness and recklessness. Moreover, the dwarves are known as a race insulated from magic, and only a few dwarven sacrifices can sense some small amount of magical elements.

There was no fire on the side of the palace gate, and now only the figure of the goblin scholar with a faint glow could be seen through the crack in the door. Perhaps the knowledgeable undead should be able to explain everything in front of him if he came along.

Catherine gradually adjusted to the light in the palace, and a black dragon was sleeping on a hill made of various gold and silver treasures a dozen meters away. Its wings were like natural blankets on its sides, and a head the size of a carriage faced the entrance to the palace. As the dragon breathed, fireworks erupted from its plate-like nostrils, and a stream of hot air blew slowly and rhythmically.

When you really face the dragon, any wonderful depiction of poetry or legend loses its color. Catherine looked at the dragon in front of her with a complete upward stance. Even in its deep sleep, the dragon's whole body still emitted a faint coercion, like walking into a basement that had not passed through the wind for twenty years, and the feeling of suffocation could not be released. The monster is about the same size as a dragon, but it only gives people a feeling of fear, far from this kind of power that goes straight to the heart.

Catherine even felt that once the dragon woke up, the complete release of the dragon's power might not give them the courage to escape. Ace tugged at her, and Catherine withdrew her gaze from the dragon.

Catherine, who lowered her head, was immediately attracted by something else. Among the treasures that shone a little brightly was a small warbow pressed under the dragon's claws. It was a very short, rounded warbow, only half an arm's length, and the bow was carved with a narrow pattern of leaves. The leaves are simple and unique, and they will shine one by one, emitting a faint and soft silver light. This silver light is not intense, but it makes the surrounding gold and silver treasures lose their dazzling luster.

It must have been the "Brilliant Battle Bow", Catherine thought as she looked at the green wind. The elves' eyes were always fixed on the warbow, showing a rare persistence.

Catherine was a little happy, she had added a little more to the green wind. It turns out that this elf has its own desires, just like them. As a member of a mercenary group, it is important to be a warrior who is always calm and efficient, but as a partner, a friend of flesh and blood is more acceptable. Green Wind hides too many secrets, and apart from those pranks, very few reveal his emotions and thoughts. This made the other four members of the group always maintain a sense of distance from him.

Green Wind seemed to sense Catherine's gaze, glanced slightly sideways at her, and then turned and walked to shake Ferry awake with trembling legs and glazed eyes.

The palace of the ancient dwarven king was unusually large, and the dragon and the treasure mountain only occupied a small area at the entrance of the temple. The four of them carefully held their breath and walked around the dragon towards the king's throne across the temple gate.

The temple was littered with falling stones of all kinds, the largest ones taller than a man, and the smallest ones reaching a man's knees. Catherine saw that the entire palace had been built in the heart of a sprawling mountain. Perhaps it was the erosion of time, or the destruction of the black dragon, and the roof of the palace has long since disappeared. The cliffs above the walls of the temple converge until they reach under a circular sky. There is clearly a mountain pass. The blue sky and white clouds in the mountain pass heralded the end of another dangerous and heavy night.

The four of them walked very fast and came to the front of the throne in one breath. The stone throne is simple and solemn, and the thick throne back is more than two meters high. In front of the seat are ten steps, where anyone must look up to speak to the king above.

The Dwarven King's throne is flanked by two large statues, and above the throne is a statue on either side. They are dilapidated but majestic, and the five dwarves with different forms are still lifelike. The two on the left, one with a double-edged axe and one with a short-handled barb, and the two on the right, one with a double-axe and the other with a hammer. They were dressed in iron-clad armor, and their expressions were very different, either vicious, proud, calm, or angry. Only the one in the middle was different, dressed in a robe and holding a book, with a wise smile on his face compared to the majesty of the warrior.

"What are you doing with such a big carving, dwarf?" Ferry exhaled as he raised his head, and hurriedly covered his mouth and looked carefully at the black dragon.

"This is the legendary Dwarven King of the Five Directions, the ancestors that the dwarves believe in. Legend has it that the central dwarven king was a great priest who guided the dwarves, and it seems to be true. ”

Then Catherine said in a voice that only she could hear, "The soul of the anvil may be being summoned by them. ”

Catherine felt an indescribable sadness. If the anvil is still there, it should be proud from the bottom of my heart, and just standing here, I can imagine the strength of the dwarven kingdom back then.

"The deceased is like this. Green Wind bowed slightly to the five statues and whispered an ancient eulogy in the Old Elven language.

There were many gaps in the broken statue, and Green Wind was the first to climb up. With the help of these gaps, he easily climbed to the top of the dwarven king with the bayonet hammer and lowered the rope he had prepared.

Catherine, Feeley, and finally As, climbed up one by one. The four men climbed along the shoulders of the statue and climbed up to the book of the central dwarf king.

Catherine and Ferry wiped their sweat and continued to climb the roof of the palace through their collars and ears, through their collars and ears, to the crown of the central dwarf king.

Looking down, the dragon at the entrance of the palace was the size of a palm. The cliffs beside the rooftops are covered with dark green vines, and the blue sky and white clouds of the mountain pass are much clearer. Finally able to go out, Catherine picked up the water bladder and took a sip of water, secretly happy in her heart.

However, the vines of the cliff were much more difficult to climb than expected, and the four people crawled against the wall like geckos. Due to the speed of the two mages, Catherine and Feely, the green wind guarding above and the Ass below could only climb slowly.

An hour, two hours, maybe more, and Catherine had no concept at all. kept climbing, and her whole body seemed to fall apart. The palms of his hands were worn by the rough vines, his arms were even more sore, and his robes were soaked. Catherine had no other thoughts on her mind than to insist.

But at last we reached the mountain pass, and the green wind's hair was blown around by the mountain pass's wind. The vines here are dense and foliage, and there are jutting rocks on the cliffs from time to time.

"The dragon is still asleep, showing no signs of awakening, and is finally going to get through this. Catherine saw a protruding rock and stepped on it to rest and thought.

Unexpectedly, Catherine hurriedly grabbed the vine and stepped on it with both feet, stabilizing her body.

"Bang, bang, bang......" The rock fell all the way down with a heart-stopping sound. The atmosphere suddenly froze, and the joy of escaping turned into horror. The four of them hurriedly clinged to the cliff and tried to hide their bodies deep into the branches and leaves. Catherine prayed in her heart that the dragon would not wake up.

The truth is often brutal.

"Uhhhhh The hot wind began to blow up from below, and as the temperature became higher and higher, the leaves of the vines rolled up with a "whoosh". Without looking back, Catherine knew that the awakened dragon was flying towards the mountain pass. Long Wei echoed in his heart, like being in a church bell ringing, shaking people to the point of madness.

"Is this the majesty of a real dragon?" Catherine asked herself, but the dragon-slaying poems popped out of her head repeatedly, "How is it possible? How can anyone defeat a dragon? ”

The howling sound and the wind almost swept Catherine away, and after a few hours of hardship, she was about to be wiped out by the dragon in two minutes, and her heart was full of reluctance.

"Ahh Catherine hurriedly looked down, but Ace grabbed Ferry by the foot. At this time, a more violent air flow whistled from below, and the two people were blown upside down into the sky. Thanks to As's other hand, he desperately grabbed the vine so that he would not be carried out of the mountain pass by the air current.

She was greeted by a large eye, a deep blue, and Catherine felt like she had fallen into an ice cave for a moment.

"Boom-"

Surprisingly, the dragon did not attack them, but rushed into the sky. It hovered and landed on the cliffs of the mountain pass, and let out an earth-shattering roar from its mouth, which was deafening.

"Who is it? who dares to disturb Hermes's slumber? Get out, I noticed a couple of strong ants. The roar of the dragon Hermeth thundered hard into Catherine's ears, and she couldn't help but spurt blood.

Hermes was answered by a rain of arrows. Although the arrows could not hurt Hermes in the slightest, the dragon was enraged and spun up, spewing a large mouth of fire at the opposite hillside.

Ace had stabilized himself by this time. His face was pale, and Ferry in his hand did not know whether he was alive or dead, and he seemed to be unconscious. Green Wind climbed up the pass first, picked up Catherine first, and tied a rope down to rescue Ace and Feeley. Several people had long been unable to hide their figures, and hurriedly crawled out of the mountain pass.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock" The familiar drum beat sounded again.

As soon as the four men escaped from the pass, they ran into the woods. Catherine heard the sound of the drums and glanced back, there were three green dragons in the air fighting with Hermes, it was the druid, the dragon transfiguration of the elder druid. These green dragons are more than half smaller than Hermes, but they are agile and fast, and they work well together. And Hermes relied on its strength and the terrifying Flame Dragon's Breath to fend it off left and right.

Therefore, every time the green dragon added a wound to Hermes, it also had to pay a heavy price. In fact, after a brief encounter, the situation is tilting like Hermes.

When a green dragon bit down on Hermes's abdomen, blood splattered and his head suffered a powerful claw from Hermes. The wounded green dragon fell straight to the ground, and Hermeth swooped down to make up for a bite in its neck. Two green dragons in the air followed closely behind him and pounced on Hermes, and the four dragons tumbled to the ground together. These behemoths overwhelmed large swaths of trees in an instant. After a while, Hermeth and the two green dragons rushed into the sky again to continue fighting.

Blood and dragon scales fluttered everywhere in the heavens and on the ground, screams and dragon groans echoed in her ears, and this level of battle was beyond Catherine's imagination. Green Wind led the way, Catherine ran in the middle, and Ace followed Ferry on his back. They desperately ran in the opposite direction to Hermes, hoping to escape from this dangerous place as soon as possible.

"Whoosh, whoosh" suddenly flew two arrows head-on, and Green Wind drew his knife to the left and right, and Catherine and Ass stopped urgently. Three men and two women walked out of the woods in front of them, and the expressions of the five people were a little surprised.

However, after a brief period of consternation, the figures of the five young men and women immediately changed. Three sleek black panthers and two sleek-looking gray wolves appeared in front of the Kuhl mercenary group. A cold light shone from the beast's eyes, and it spread out on all sides to surround Catherine.

"Damn, the druids have an ambush here, too. Catherine cursed in a low voice, her hands raised slightly, and two fireballs condensed in her palms.