This space has completely become another world, the sound of the wind is as melodious as an instrumental performance, the air smells of metal and flowers, and a small river that seems to "run" through the whole world does not know where it comes from or where it will flow.

Not far away is the castle built by the metal knights. Goron had thought it would be an extremely iron-blooded and hard-fought style, as cold as their bodies. But when he looked closely, he realized that it was a masterpiece as beautiful and full of art as the city of elves. Everywhere you look, you can see beautiful sculptures and flowers and green grass planted everywhere.

But judging by the bunkers, arrow towers, and many Gorons that can't be named, but can be seen at a glance as extremely lethal war machines, this is not only a city-state of art and beauty, but also a fortress of killing and iron-blooded.

Around the castle, there are several other smaller outbuildings, some of which have been completed and some are still under construction. From the distinctive shapes of those small buildings, it is not difficult to guess their respective functions.

The house, with its huge chimney and surrounded by piles of metal ingots and massive amounts of fuel wood, and the occasional tinkling sound, was undoubtedly an arsenal in full operation. And the large building, which is simple and boxy in appearance and very solid at first glance, is a material warehouse. In addition to this, there are taverns, markets, barracks, training grounds, and much more.

These buildings, the city, are clearly fortress cities built with the ultimate purpose of war. But this is obviously the dimensional space that belongs to Golon, and Goron knows very well what there is and nothing here.

There may be mineral deposits, resources, and water sources, but there are no decent, threatening advanced life forms.

So what do these metal women want to do, and who do they want to fight?

"Is it to deal with me, to really take this sub-plane from me?"

Although this speculation seemed the most plausible, Goron immediately disproved the idea. It's not because the other party saved him just now, but from the beginning, although Goron was inexplicably disgusted with these metal women who suddenly appeared in front of him and then occupied his plane, especially the golden queen, he didn't even want to see her cold and stiff face. But for some reason, he didn't treat these women as enemies.

It seems that in the subconscious of the little ogre, he has never felt that these metal women will really hurt himself.

Putting aside the things that can't be figured out for a while is a long-standing habit of Goron. The metal women didn't welcome him, and he didn't want to stay here, so Goron didn't want to delve into the secrets of this world and walked straight to the portal next to the castle.

The city is certainly not uninhabited, in fact, it is bustling with people.

Goron has long since become the center of attention for all the inhabitants here. I don't know what kind of ecology it is based on, the skin here exudes a metallic color, with a metallic texture, it looks like a metal sculpture, and the appearance is all young and beautiful women, but the body is tall and low, some are delicate and slender, and some are tall and strong.

In addition, the women on the street were either as black as pig iron, or as blue-gray as bronze, or as red as copper. Occasionally, you can also see a few silver skins and other odd shades. Depending on the material of their bodies, their respective tasks seem to be different.

Goron was walking on the road, and when the metal women saw him, they all stood in place, and those who were working stopped what they were doing, their eyes deflected with Golon's footsteps, but no one came up to talk. Although the metal women had no expression on their faces, Goron didn't know if it was his own delusion, he seemed to be able to sense an agitation from these women, but he couldn't tell if it was hostility or not.

The portal was heavily guarded in the heart of the town, but Goron navigated unhindered and soon stood in front of the fully activated magic door.

Ultra-long-distance "teleportation" is a very high-level magic, after all, things related to "space" and "time" all involve the deepest level of the underlying rules of the plane, and to solidify the "teleportation magic" into a semi-permanent space teleportation array, the difficulty is by no means as simple as talking.

Even on the Dota Continent, long-distance living teleportation arrays are rare and extremely rare. And most of them are products of ancient origin, and even the most powerful empires are difficult to build.

And the super magic teleportation array that can directly cross the plane to teleport creatures in large quantities, Goron has only heard of in the ancient god wars depicted in the bard's mouth. In front of him, the portal made entirely of metal and glittering with colorful magical brilliance inside the door was not at all clear to Goron if it could really send him back to the Dota continent safely, and where the exit would be.

Originally, these things were to be asked to the metal queen, but for some reason, Goron instinctively didn't want to see her, so he was relieved to accept his fate, and walked in in a big stride.

……

In the minaret conference room on the top floor of the metal fortress, the final war witch covered in golden light, the war queen Wanda, has been watching Goron's figure from a surveillance magic mirror, and when the thin back completely disappeared into the space gate, the corners of her lips twitched inadvertently, and her clenched fist stretched out, as if she wanted to hold the departing back.

Although this strange behavior was quickly covered up by her, it did not escape the eyes of the others here.

The queen was not the only one in this spire chamber, the city soldiers covered in heavy armor and holding the tower shield and heavy hammer, the slender and elegant as the blade version of the sharp female bishop, the half-man, half-horse spear knight, and the half-kneeling warrior with a solemn expression.

Unlike the Supreme Queen, who was covered in golden light, the leaders of these war chess demon soldiers were all made of Mithril material.

"Queen, why don't you keep him, it's rare to be a master......"

The witch Wanda waved her hand and signaled the female bishop beside her not to continue, she closed her eyes, was silent for a while, and said: "The time is not ripe yet, too much contact is not good for us and for the master." ”

Several supreme commanders looked at each other, and there was a hint of a smile hidden under the pretended puzzled expression, this scene was seen by the witch Wanda, which immediately made her ashamed, slapped the table next to her, raised her voice and said: "Okay! This time the crisis encountered by the master has finally been resolved, but we have sacrificed a commander, and a lot of work after that needs to be rearranged, now, we all go and complete our own things!"

When the queen mentioned the fallen sister of the city soldiers, the banter and strangeness on the faces of the Mithril Archson all disappeared, and they stood up straight, bowed to Queen Wanda one by one, and exited the room, leaving only one bishop. She was wearing a robe of ornate armor, and if you looked closely, you would find that this set of Mithril metal robes was actually composed of countless sharp blades.

"Anything else? ”

“…… Wanda, the quality of newborns has been declining lately......" The bishop known as Isly took two steps forward, and a magic mirror appeared in her hand, and the picture displayed on it was a huge furnace with a diameter of more than fifteen meters, boiling molten metal in it.

At the edge of the furnace stood a dozen tall and sturdy silver wrestlers, naked and holding huge black clubs stirring the molten metal juice in the furnace. From time to time, baskets of ore are thrown into the furnace, and then the impurities are fished out and poured out with a long spoon.

These boiling melts are not one of a kind of golden, silver, black, and cyan...... More than a dozen different kinds of liquid metal of different colors are divided into a dozen distinct pieces in the furnace, each bubbling hot but not blending with each other.

Then I saw a silver maid approaching, each of them carefully holding a fist-sized ball of light in their palms, and inside the ball of light was a translucent newborn baby.

The babies were mercilessly thrown into the furnace, drowning in hot liquid metal.

There was no screaming, no struggle, and after a while, the silver wrestlers took out a long-handled fishing net and began to salvage it repeatedly in the molten metal juice, and it didn't take long to see metal babies of various colors being salvaged by their fishing nets.

Most of these babies are blue-gray, crimson, or jet-black, with the occasional bright silver or two. Each baby is the same size as a human baby, and they are all beautiful baby girls.

At the end of the salvage process, a pure golden baby girl was salvaged with a burst of cheers from the silver maids and female wrestlers. The child was noticeably much larger and more agile than the other babies, and his eyes were open, looking at the world curiously. It's just that the gold on the golden baby girl is different from the gold on Queen Wanda, just an ordinary gold texture, without that unfathomable magical color.

Bishop Isly took back the magic mirror and said to the queen with a solemn face: "Wanda, eighty percent of the current newborns are black iron and bronze grades, and the silver level accounts for less than five percent, and the gold level you just saw is the only one born in recent days, as for the Mithril level, and other rare species, it has not appeared for a long time. ”

Queen Wanda sighed and said, "Have you checked the reason? Is it because of the quality of the raw ore?" or is there a problem with the baby spirit......

A touch of complexity flashed in the bishop's eyes, she looked at the queen who couldn't hide her tired look, hesitated slightly, and replied: "I have checked everything, and the quality of the raw ore is very good......"

Wanda smiled bitterly and said, "Then, the problem is really with the infant spirit, and it is with me......"