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"Boom-"

The giant minotaur shaped like a flame god of war stepped on the ground with one foot, and the earth suddenly trembled, cracked, and flames oozed from the cracks, which was indescribably terrifying. /

Thousands of dwarven warriors, intimidated by his sky-swallowing momentum, were stunned for a moment.

It swept past the thousands of dwarves in front of it one by one with eyes that seemed to be burning with flames, but the fire revealed an ice-like indifference, as if these thousands of powerful dwarven warriors, thousands of terrifying huge iron hammers, were not taken into his eyes at all.

Then, in an incredibly calm voice, he spoke slowly.

"Where's Muradin, where is he?"

The audience was stunned.

Being able to speak, and his emotions fluctuate so strongly, it means that the strong enemy in front of him is not a projection, and besides, he actually said the name of the dwarf king as soon as he opened his mouth, who is he, and what does it have to do with Muladin?

"What about Muradin, let him come out, don't you dare to see me?"

Seeing that everyone was silent. The minotaur amplifies the volume. The sound is like a bell. Even the eardrums shook and hurt. Compared to it, even the Dwarven King City can hear it clearly.

It's—"

The words just fell. A loud voice came from the Dwarven King's City from afar. Everyone couldn't help but look back. I saw a black dot appear above the dwarven king's city. And then there was a whoosh. Jump off it.

No way. So what about the mouth? Just jump straight down. That's thousands of meters above the ground!

In my glazed eyes. The figure of the dwarven king Muradin drooped in a straight line. Wait for his appearance to become clear. The crowd couldn't help but faint again.

This guy. He was even wearing a golden armor. Arm yourself to the teeth. Behind it is draped in a flaming red cloak. The cloak blew up. Make him look like a god of war...... Belch. Winter melon god of war.

Does he want to make the most of gravitational acceleration?

In the eyes of our onlookers, Muradin was like an iron lump falling from a few thousand meters in the sky, and with a "bang", a huge crater was smashed into the ground, filled with smoke and dust, and the way of appearance was huge, and it was not lost to the minotaur at all.

The smoke and dust dissipated, but unfortunately, what we expected to see, the dwarf king Muradin was wearing golden armor, half-kneeling in the pit, and then slowly stood up, his whole body exuded ten thousand golden light and majestic momentum, and did not appear.

What appears in our eyes is a big pit, and there is a "big" depression in the center of the big pit.

Tick tock-

In the silence of everyone, after several minutes, there was still no movement in the pit, and the dwarf seemed to have just woken up, and the three elders shouted loudly.

The old man is stuck in the pit and can't get out, so dig him out. ”

So, dozens of meters before the dwarf put down the sledgehammer, hurriedly jumped into the pit, and after a long period of digging and digging, finally dug out the dusty Muradin.

Shame, shame, even I, an outsider, have a burst of shame, this is a classic example of recklessness and counterattack.

"Bah, can't you have come to my aid sooner?"

Muradin, the old winter melon who is not ashamed, scolded and pushed away the dwarf warrior, and said with a muddy smell in his mouth, it is simply the wicked who sued first, and he wanted to make it like this, who did he complain about?

From beginning to end, the minotaur, whose pupils burned like two flames, but whose eyes were extremely cold, quietly watched this farce, and when Muradin's feet were up, he finally spoke.

"You're still the same, haven't changed at all, Muradin."

Hearing the Minotaur's words, his pupils seemed to suddenly condense, and Muradin also raised his head and looked at the Minotaur, his eyes were indifferent, and he couldn't see joy or anger.

"But you've changed a lot, haven't you? Aenarith! His words were flat, as if they were direct without emotion.

It turned out to be two old acquaintances?

The more than 1,000 dwarven warriors present were a little confused, looking at Muradin, and then at the minotaur whom Muradin called Ainaris. Looks overwhelmed.

Behind, my arm was lightly patted, and when I looked back, it turned out that at some point, the Great Elder and they also came down from the Dwarf King City, and the Dwarf King City began to slowly retreat, looking like they wanted to go back.

"Don't you stay just in case?"

I pointed to the Dwarven King City that was quietly far away, and glanced at Ainaris, this is obviously a super hell power, leaving the Dwarf King City behind, and the confidence is a little stronger.

The Great Elder shook his head: "The energy consumed by the movement of the Dwarf King City is huge, and the energy required by the Dwarf Energy Cannon is even greater, and now there is no need to be in the Divine Punishment Mountain Range, there is lightning to replenish the energy at any time, so although there is still enough energy, but we can't count it too dead, in case there is the slightest difference, then the entire Dwarf King City will be finished." ”

As soon as I heard it, I thought it was the same reason, thinking that the Dwarven King City was about to go to the mountain range for a moment, and the energy suddenly disappeared, and then the whole fell and rolled down from the Divine Punishment Mountain Range, that ......

It's a chilling thing to think about.

It's no wonder that the dwarves don't take out the dwarf royal city to reconnoiter early in the morning, it turns out that this is the truth, it seems that the royal city is not without flaws, it is too dependent on the lightning energy on the divine punishment mountain range, and it is not capable of fighting for a long distance and a long combat time.

Watching the Dwarven King City leave, I turned my head and looked at Muradin and Ainaris, the Flame Minotaur, who were still talking to each other, and asked the Great Elder.

"These two people, what's going on, they seem familiar?"

The Great Elder's gaze was fixed on both sides, and he sighed and muttered to himself.

"Ainarith? Didn't you think it was him, it was he who manipulated the battle? This is ......," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked persistently.

"More than a hundred years ago, Muradin had not yet inherited the throne, and Turadin had not been born, and Muradin, like Tualadin now, was young and frivolous, and liked to run around, at that time, he met Ainaris, who was also a talented blacksmith, and the two of them wandered around the continent together for many years, and Anaris was invited to the Dwarven King City several times, so I still have a little impression of him......"

Speaking of this, the Great Elder looked at Ainarith in a daze.

"He was indeed a brilliant blacksmith, and even compared to Muradin, he could not lose much

Is it slightly inferior to Muradin......

"Later, Muradin's father, the old dwarf king trend, Muradin came back to inherit the throne, and since then, he has not seen Ainaris again, I didn't expect him to appear here, let alone me, he ......"

I turned my gaze back to the two of them, and at this point, Muradin and Aenaris seemed to have ended their indifferent conversation of reminiscences, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Ainaris, why did you fall and join the Hell Clan, have you forgotten the glory that your ancestors bestowed upon you?" Muradin said in a calm voice, and it could be heard that he was trying very hard to restrain the anger in his heart.

"Glory, hahaha-hahaha-haha-"

Aenarith repeated these two words, and the flame pupils fluctuated, and suddenly he burst out laughing, laughing so wildly......

"Muradin, my old friend, it seems that you have forgotten what we said when we traveled together on the continent."

At the beginning, Muradin and Ainarith were both master craftsmen with incomparably more talent, two men with a common language, and they competed with each other, and their wood carvings were sprinting towards the pinnacle of blacksmithing, the artifice master, which was not a dream in terms of their talent.

For the sake of that lifelong goal, even if it is to abandon life.

"Haha-Muradin, you have forgotten what you promised back then, look at the way you look now, are you still the high-spirited dwarf genius of the past? You dwarf winter melon!! ”

Ahem, although I hate the arrogance of Ainarith, I have to say that the last sentence is a stroke of genius.

"Hmph, what about you, how much better are you, the one who once used the lowest materials to create super powerful weapons and shocked the entire blacksmith world, but now you have sold your soul to the devil and become a lackey, how can you be better than me?"

Not to be outdone, Muradin hummed and chirped back, and seemed to care very much about the dwarf winter melon.

"Haha-!! You're right, I did sell my soul! Ainarith patted his chest vigorously, then pointed straight at Muradin.

"But, even so, I still keep moving towards my dream, and now, I am a dark gold blacksmith, and you, with nothing, have broken your promise, and ruined your talent, you are more like a poor worm than me who sold my soul to the devil!!"

"It seems that we don't have a common language anymore." Muradin's face was cold, and his whole body exuded a powerful aura that shocked me.

"Those pasts have long passed, what's the use of talking, whether you sold your soul to the devil or not, it doesn't matter to me, I just want to ask you now, why did you instruct monsters to invade my dwarf clan."

"You still don't understand, and you still don't understand anything!!" Aenarith shook her head constantly, a mocking smile on her lips, and her face suddenly became distorted and hideous.

"Why, why is it that I am also a genius, but I have to always stoop to you, I have obviously put in so much effort, but I am still not as good as you, when you are here enjoying your high throne, but I continue to work hard, and the sweat left behind will extinguish the fire in the center of the earth, but the more I try, the more angry I become, why, I have worked so hard, but I am still not as good as you who eat, drink and play all day long, isn't it very unfair? You don't know how jealous I am of your existence, I sold my soul to hell in order to gain great power, I keep swinging the hammer in hell, I believe that I have already surpassed you, but I am even more jealous of you who do not work hard......"

At the same time, Ainarith's body also burst out with incomparably strong strength, and that strong momentum made it difficult for ordinary dwarven warriors to stand firmly.

"Jealousy, arrogance, greed, anger, laziness...... "The Great Elder muttered to him, but when he listened carefully, it was the Seven Original Sins.

"I see, I see."

Muradin sighed deeply, and his eyes, which had managed to maintain his calmness, finally could not hide his sadness, and he took a deep breath and shouted.

"All the dwarven warriors obey the order, let me go." After a pause, his tone was solemn and full of coercion.

"It's an order!!"

The thousands of dwarven warriors around them only felt a chill all over their bodies, and the unprecedented majesty emanating from Muradin made their footsteps involuntarily begin to move backwards.

"It's a battle between the two of them, let's go." The Great Elder looked at the two facing each other and took the lead in striding back.

The most authoritative Grand Elder set an example, and the other dwarven warriors followed him silently, but they walked backwards, their eyes still fixed on the two people who exuded a powerful momentum, and did not stop until they were a few kilometers away.

From a distance, the yellow sand and dust rolled up by the momentum of the two people formed two huge cyclones, constantly rubbing and pushing, and the clash of momentum alone was already so terrifying.

At this time, Mu Ladin took out his own weapon, a huge golden iron hammer, and waved it lightly in his hand, rolling up a huge tornado, and his whole body was also shrouded in golden flowers, and the momentum became stronger.

"Whew-"

Not to be outdone, Aenarius also raised the hammer as thick as his thigh, and there was a faint dark gold color flowing on it.

"See? Muradin, this is the gap between me and you. Aenarius pointed the dark iron at Muradin's golden hammer and said with great arrogance.

"You'll have to try it to find out."

Shouting loudly, Muradin, holding up a hammer twice as great as himself, his body slammed like a cannonball, and the hammer swept towards Ainaris, the indomitable power, the violent wail of the air, as if there was a hill in front of him, and it was about to be shattered by this hammer.

The two master blacksmiths, who had a beautiful friendship in the past, finally shattered when the hammer fell.

"Ding-"

Ainarith raised his hammer to meet him, and the two hammers collided with each other, and the metal out was sonorous and sharp, so that we had to cover our ears thousands of meters away.

The two hammers, pressed together, two huge forces, held together, the ground snapped, and the strength of the two people couldn't stand it, and a huge round pit cracked.

The iron suddenly divided, and the two figures flashed, the golden giant hammer, the dark golden iron hammer,

Bumping, colliding, colliding, coming out of the ground like a sonic attack, the piercing metal hit us, and we didn't dare to put down the hands that were covering our ears.

Ding-"

I don't know how many rounds of confrontation have passed, everyone looked at the two constantly intertwined figures on the battlefield, and the atmosphere dared to take a breath, and with the loudest impact, the two figures suddenly separated.

Muradin's hand held the handle of the hammer, resting the hammer head lightly on the ground, panting slightly, and locking onto Aenarius with a solemn expression.

Aenarius still had his hands down, gently touching its dark gold hammer, his face not red or panting, and there was not a drop of sweat on his body.

He looked at Muradin, with mocking eyes, and kept shaking his head: "Mulardin, you are old, really old, even if you were more than a hundred years ago, you are better than you now." ”

"Really? Then let you take a good look. Muradin grinned widely, and a fierce smile erupted from the sledgehammer.

The flaming hammer that pierced the sky jumped high with him, falling straight above Aenarith's head, unstoppable.

"Ding-"

In Muradin's incredulous eyes, Ainaris did not swing the hammer in his right hand, but tightened his muscular left arm, and punched the flaming giant hammer that Muradin smashed down with his bare hands.

The huge hammer, the color of cold and hard metal, and the small arms and flesh fists in front of him, the contrast was so obvious that Ainarith's actions were like smashing eggs and stones, and you can imagine the scene of his arm bent and broken at the root.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the hammer and fist collided, and there was a loud and dull sound, and instead of being unharmed, Anaris's fist was bounced off, but Muradin's sledgehammer was bounced away, and Muradin flew high.

Everyone looked at Ainares's still raised left fist in a daze, wondering if this fist was made of metal.

"After becoming a lackey of hell, there are indeed two hands."

After flipping a few heels in the air and landing steadily, Muradin pretended to be calm, but the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

"After winning the prize, after becoming the dwarf king, your mouth kung fu is also more powerful."

Anaris shook his left fist and said nonchalantly, with a sneering smile still on his lips.

Muradin's gaze froze, and he swooped down again, and the hammer in his hand suddenly turned into countless hammer shadows and smashed towards Ainaris, covering his whole body, and from his point of view, he probably couldn't see anything except the giant hammer.

Knock-"

Ainaris's expression did not change at all, he raised his left hand, fist, arm, elbow, and moved again and again, facing the hammer shadow of Munaradin in the sky, and in the air, the sound of metal and ** bones colliding kept coming out.

"Ahhh

Within a few seconds, hundreds of hammer shadows were wielded, but they were all taken by Ainaris, Muradin's face was not discouraged, his hands pulled violently, and he raised the hammer body to the back of his head, looking up at the high hammer body, which was faintly filled with cold dead air.

Final Blow!!

With Muradin's roar, the hammer body in the air suddenly disappeared out of thin air in his eyes, and the originally relaxed face of Enarise below, his expression became solemn, and he reacted at the moment when the hammer body disappeared, and while squatting down his body, he also roared angrily, and smashed the hammer in his right hand into the air.

The giant hammer that had just disappeared from the top of Muradin's head met the iron that Aenarith had just raised, and there was the most explosive impact to date, and the ground where Aenarith was standing suddenly became a dent, and Aenarith was smashed into the pit.

It can be seen that this blow is overbearing and powerful.

However, even with this blow, it was still blocked by Ainaris, and in the huge pit, Ainaris half-crouched, raised the dark gold hammer, and suddenly threw it hard, throwing away Muradin's giant hammer that was sticking to it, and Muradin also fell out again.

"Yes, there are two hands, it seems that I still underestimate you." Ainarith rubbed his right arm, which was still trembling slightly, and shook it slightly, his expression still evil and hideous.

"Still, it's my turn to fight back."

As soon as the words were spoken, Aenarius had already disappeared in place, and the next moment he appeared behind Muradin, raising the iron and slamming it into his head.

Muradin's reaction was not slow, his body did not return, and he listened to the wind and met the giant hammer, blocking the condescending hammer of Ainaris, but the huge force still made his uncontrollable body staggered forward a few steps, and turned around to face Aenaris, at this time, Aenaris's hammer had fallen again.

"Qiang—"

The iron collided with the sledgehammer again, and Muradin took a few steps back.

Qiang—"

Aenares was unforgiving, hammer after hammer, using normal attacks, but each drop made Muradin take a few steps back, leaving a series of deep footprints under his feet.

Ainarith's hammer fell faster and faster, like a torrential rain, and the sound of the sound continued into a continuous high note, and Muradin, shrouded in the shadow of the overwhelming hammer, kept retreating, barely protecting himself with the giant hammer, his arms trembling slightly, and his forehead was already sweating.

"You don't understand, you don't understand at all!"

With a fist swing, Aenarith roared as if to pour out all his rage, and the sound was clear even in the continuous thud of metal.

"When I learned that you abandoned the hammer in your hand and returned to the Dwarf King City, my mood at that time, you betrayed me, betrayed our oath, trampled on my sweat and dedication all the time, is it really so important to be a dwarf king? Important enough to leave your dreams and companions behind?

What you are most sorry for is not me, nor the promises we once made, but yourself, you have failed your dreams, talents and talents and thrown them into the stinking gutter, do you hear? They still murmur in your heart, they are angry, they are roaring, you have the talent of a blacksmith, but you do not have the soul of a blacksmith!! Your hand is not worthy of a hammer, it will be stained by you.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, why, why would God give such talents and talents to people like you, why did I give everything

force, but can only chase your back, why are you like this, but you return your own hammer, every time I beat in the hell abyss furnace, I think so, so angry, accumulate my anger bit by bit into the hammer, and merge my roaring soul into the hammer, day after day, year after year, and then, with this hammer ......!! ”

As he spoke, Aenarius raised the dark gold iron high, clasped his hands together, and fell towards the top of Muradin's head with the simplest and quickest straight line that had been tempered by countless beatings.

"Crush you !!"

"Boom-"

It was as if a 100,000-pound iron ball fell, and the earth shook violently, and it could be clearly felt thousands of meters away.

"Old Mu !!"

The dwarven warriors cried out in horror, though Muradin's temper stinks in spite of being stingy, cautious, and fond of taking advantage of small things. But it is undeniable that he has worked hard for the entire dwarf race, and has an irreplaceable place in everyone's hearts.

At this time, the Great Elder and the others stretched out their hands to stop the dwarven warriors who were about to pounce on them, and shook their heads.

"Don't worry, Lao Mu is fine, we have to believe him."

Gazing directly at the eyes of the elders with conviction, the dwarven warrior's feelings slowly calmed down, and he looked at the suspicious nervousness as he was smashed out of the deep pit.

When the dust settled, Muradin's stubby thighs and legs knelt on the ground, supporting the ground with one hand and holding the hammer with the other, his body trembled slightly, and the top of his head and arms were torn apart, even the armor was full of cracks, his beard and head were messy, and there was no longer the same light as before, and the blood was flowing from the top of his head, staining the torn armor red, like a warrior who had fallen to the ground in the setting sun, and the indescribable sadness was like a bloody warrior who fell to the ground in the setting sun.

With a hard stretch of his arms, he finally staggered up from the ground, and stood straight in front of Ainarith with his short body, looking directly at the other party with a sad gaze hidden in his fierceness, and his momentum did not lose at all.

"No matter how much I have, if there is anything, just come to me, Aenaris, you shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't trample on the lives of other dwarves, but this alone, I will never forgive you."

Muradin's messy beard trembled, and from it came out of it, cold as a snowstorm in December.

A flash of pain passed through Aenaris's eyes, and he suddenly held his head as if he was enduring something, only in a moment his eyes turned fiery red again, and his face became more hideous.

"Hahaha-yes, so what? I just want you to taste the pain and blow I received that day, a thousand, ten thousand times back to you, I want you to see with your own eyes, you would rather abandon the subway hammer in your hand to protect the people, one by one died tragically at your feet, just imagine your painful expression at that time, I can tremble with excitement!! ”

As he spoke, Aenarius spread his hands arrogantly and laughed uncontrollably, and his laughter was full of evil and violence.

"It seems that your sanity has been almost eroded by the forces of evil."

Seeing Ainarius say such words, Muradin did not get angry, but the sad look in his eyes became heavier, and then, he swung the giant hammer in his hand.

"In that case, old friend, let me relieve you."

The whole atmosphere, with his words, sank suddenly, and the cold wind on the plain of despair, blowing in front of him, seemed to sink suddenly, without blowing up a trace of dust on the ground.

"Relief? Hahaha-yes, are you going to show me how to free me, suicide? Aha-"

The colder and more evil Aenaris's laughter grew, and he was on the verge of losing consciousness, not even noticing the strange scene around him.

"Old friend, you're ......"

With a light sigh, Muladin's eyes suddenly tightened, his fists clenched, and the muscles exposed from the armor burst tightly, and the muscles began to expand at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and with a bang, the armor that was already full of cracks finally couldn't bear the expansion of the muscles, and it shattered and bounced open, and Tulatin's upper body was exposed, and the muscles on it were like the roots of an old tree, and the entire upper body swelled several times.

"Oooo

As if unable to bear the tugging, Turadin let out a faint low roar, which amplified but gave a wonderful rhythm, as if ......

Yes, it's like the moment the dwarven king city appeared, the whole village resounded with a blood-boiling war song, the low roar gradually amplified, and finally turned into a roar to the sky, the roar circled for a long time, giving people a wonderful illusion, as if hundreds of thousands of dwarves sang the war song of their dwarf clan at the same time, the sound was like a bell, and the air was like a mountain torrent.

The rough, loud, hot-blooded and heroic war song seemed to ignite the boundless flames of war, and all the dwarves, including me, were affected by this sky-high war song, and their eyes couldn't help but be red, exuding a strong battle intent, singing the loud war song, intertwined with Muradin's roar.

At this time, Muradin's upper body swelled several times the body, and changed again, the whole body continued to enlarge, a layer of stone skin, from the top of his head began to spread, slowly enveloping his whole body, when Muladin's body was enlarged more than twice as much, his whole body, including the head, eyes, teeth, beard, and even the golden hammer in his hand, was wrapped in stone skin, and this layer of stone skin formed a set of mighty armor on the upper half of his bare ground, holding a stone hammer, at this moment, Muradin, looks like a stone statue of the god of war.

However, the stone statue is alive.

Wife, come out and see God!!

I was also dumbfounded, but it was different from what other dwarves thought in their hearts, and at this moment, I was completely powerless to complain.

"Haha, be scared, sue you, Muradin, a rare hidden profession in our dwarven clan for thousands of years, dwarven giant god warrior!!"

The Grand Elder looked at me dumbfounded, thinking that I was shocked at why Muradin's transformation, and couldn't help but laugh smugly and explain it to me.

I'm shocked not that Muradin can transform, it's the effect of his transformation, bastard!!

"What? Dwarven melon warriors? ”

Since I couldn't complain, I had to go into pretending to be stupid to combat the arrogance of the Great Elder.

"Bastard, you stinky boy, be careful I treat you

Terran land blacklist!! The Great Elder was not happy and immediately blew his beard

"It turns out that Lao Mu is a hidden profession that is rare in your clan for thousands of years, and you still sigh that the dwarf clan has not appeared a continental twin star, sigh a fart?" Not to be outdone, I replied.

"You still don't understand, something like the Continental Twin Stars doesn't mean that you can compare it with a hidden profession after changing jobs, otherwise, it won't be the Continental Twin Stars, but the Ten Stars and the Hundred Stars." The Great Elder shook his head and gave me an envious look.

"You mean there are a lot of other hidden professions on the continent? How many are there, exactly? I had a hint from his words and hurriedly asked.

"I know so, there must be one anyway!"

The Great Elder said as a matter of course, and I secretly gave the middle finger to despise it.

Looking back at the battlefield, after the transformation, Di Muladin's body suddenly rose to three or four meters, and the upper body was even stronger, just in terms of volume, it was not inferior to four or five meters of highland Ainaris.

Ainarith was obviously also caught off guard by this change, and looked at Muradin, staring at the boss with bull's eyes.

Covered with a layer of stone skin all over his body, the aura and gaze that emanated from him were as cold as stone, and he lifted the giant hammer that had turned into a stone hammer, magnified several times, and smashed it high towards Ainaris.

"Boom-"

Aenarius raised his hammer to meet him, and Muradin's giant hammer was two or three times his size, so this impact, which was very in line with people's common sense, Aenarius was shocked by a hammer and flew out.

"This, this can't be!!"

Aenaris, who had risen from the ground, screamed frantically, and rushed towards Muradin, his face twisted, and he slammed it with a hammer.

Muradin did not raise his hammer to meet him, nor did he throw a fist, but let the hammer fall on his upper body, and with a sound similar to the impact of metal, he took a few steps back, but the stone skin on his body did not have any cracks, and he made a judgment.

"Hammer Dance!!"

In the dull eyes of Ainaris, Muradin showed no mercy, and the terrifying stone hammer once again conjured countless hammer shadows, and the wind blowing by the hammer even blew away the fist-sized stone next to us thousands of meters away, and the power was many times greater than when he first used it.

"Knock knock knock—"

The dense ** percussion sounded, and countless hammer shadows fell mercilessly on Ainaris's body, and his **, like a leaf in the wind, kept rotting.

Final Blow!!

"Boom-"

The hammer face, which was bigger than Ainarith's chest, disappeared in the air, and the next moment, the earth erupted violently, and the gravel powder rushed straight into the air a hundred meters above.

After the explosion, Aenarith collapsed in a pool of blood, he certainly wouldn't die so easily, but he was already in a state of serious injury.

"Aenarith—"

Muradin stood silently beside him, put away the hammer, and restored a trace of clarity in his gaze, and couldn't help but shout softly, and the sound of a stone-like voice could also hear endless grief.

"Old friend, we're meeting again—"

Ainaris, who was lying on the ground, smiled slightly, and there was no longer the hideousness on his face.

"I just want to tell you that I have never forgotten the promise I made back then, but there are some things that are more important than my own life, and I have to protect them."

Muradin squatted down lightly on his knees, holding Ainarith's blood-stained hands, slightly tightened.

"I know."

Aenarius narrowed his eyes and looked up at the leaden sky.

"It's just, Muladin, it's really boring to be alone and alone, it's really boring, it feels like there's no competitor, it's really boring, I don't want to bury your talent, I don't want to lose you as a competitor, of course, when I noticed it, it has been eroded by the dark power, and it has launched an attack on the dwarves, since the dwarves have drowned your talent, let the dwarves disappear, I think so, old friend, can you forgive me?"

"This can't be done, what to say, it's also the lives of hundreds of dwarven warriors, how can it be forgiven?"

"That's right, it's too late, but I'm sorry." Aenarius coughed a few times, his face apologetic.

"But we're still friends." Muradin took Ainaris's hand and said firmly.

"If you have sinned, I will atone for it!"

"Thank you, thank you, Muradin, you're still the same......" The Minotaur Anaris muttered with tears in his eyes, struggling to grab the dark gold hammer next to him.

"Old friend, if you want to atone for your sins, take this hammer in my hand and keep going." He looked at Muradin with a wistful gaze until he slowly took the hammer.

"Declare in advance, I can't lose my responsibility, but I don't dare to guarantee the realization of your dream." Muradin clung to the hammer.

"You guy, don't you even want me to be happy when you die?" As he said this, Ainarith was smiling, and his face suddenly distorted.

"Old friend, I'm dying, don't mind giving me a ride at the end."

"Bastard, do you want me to go to hell like you when I die?" The corners of Muradin's mouth twitched, but he couldn't smile, and a tear flowed from his stoned eyes.

"Old friend, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Muradin raised the hammer of dark gold in the air, closed his eyes, and fell sharply.

Hammer of Thunder!!

Countless bolts of lightning scattered from the falling spot, and incandescent thunder filled the land, like the end of the world.

The body gradually shrunk and changed back to its original appearance, Muradin looked at the empty charred black pit, his legs were weak, and he knelt down, and his old face was already full of tears.

He remembered the first time he had seen Aenarith.

He is a haughty blacksmith, probably because he is an orphan, so he always purses the corners of his mouth, giving people a kind of indifference, but in fact he is just not good at expressing himself, and his interests and talents make it impossible for most people to keep up with the pace of his language.

So, he and Ainarith met, recalling that era, Aenarius was always like a little brother, honestly following him, and sometimes arguing over a smelting step with a red face and a big fight.

I'm sorry, Aenarith, but I know you're afraid of loneliness......