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"What, what you said is true?"

When I told the Great Elder of the Dwarves about the red door I had seen, he was so shocked that he slapped his hands violently, and the poor table, which had become a pile of broken wood, had become a pile of broken wood. {Chinese Net} provides online reading

"Impossible, this should be impossible!!"

With difficulty, he put his thick, short hands behind his back, and kept pacing in circles, muttering in disbelief all the time.

"Great Elder, what the hell is that?"

Watching him spin around and turn my head dizzy, I finally couldn't help but interject and ask.

"Hell's Gate."

The Great Elder seemed to want to go to me and sat down next to me, his brows furrowed tightly, and he just wanted to drink a sip to moisten his nervous mood, only to realize that the cup had been given to him along with the table.

"The Gates of Hell?"

"Yes, it's the Gates of Hell, which may be less heard of in your human area, but it's nothing new to us dwarves."

The Great Elder said. He pulled out a wine bag. Gollum took a big sip. Only then did he put it down contentedly. Put it away. The rosacea nose began to flush at a visible rate.

"You know, too. The Plains of Despair is the closest place to Hell. Therefore. The space here is often not very stable. Every now and then, a passage will open to each other. We call it the Gates of Hell. Thereinto. The City of Divine Punishment has a constant passage to hell. Inside, it was under the intervention of the powerful forces of Diablo. The formation of a projection of hell. And your entrance to the Cave of Courage. In fact, it is also a gate to hell for eternity. ”

said. He couldn't help but make a gesture of digging something into his inventory. But there was a stiffness for a while. Still reluctantly put it away. Because the dwarves are addicted to alcohol. There is a rule that you are not allowed to drink alcohol when you are fighting. As a Grand Elder. He must lead by example. The first sip can be used as a thirst quenching. The second bite is a foul.

"You demon fortresses. Located in the suburban savannah. Not even the edge of the Plains of Despair has yet to be touched. Naturally, the gates of hell are rarely seen. We are at the junction of the Plains of Despair and the Land of Hell. That's why you often encounter the gates of hell. But. It's weird......"

said. He shook his head in disbelief. Go on.

"The gate of hell formed because of the instability of the space, it is only temporary, and it will disappear in two or three days at the most, and we have been harassed by the sudden appearance of the gate of hell before, and the large-scale attack half a year ago, I also thought about whether the gate of hell was opened temporarily, but there are two doubts in this, first, even if the gate of hell appears, it is impossible to gush out so many monsters; Second, the gates of hell simply couldn't last for half a year, so in the end, even I was confused. ”

"Could it be that the gates of hell in that area have exploded dramatically, and it will continue?" I frowned too.

"No, it's impossible, there will definitely not be too many hell gates in one area at the same time, and there will be no continuous explosions, otherwise, the entire spatial order will be chaotic." The Great Elder of the Dwarves smiled slightly, rejecting my idea.

As a natural blacksmith, don't look at the dwarf doesn't seem to have a good mind, born insulated from magic, in fact, an excellent dwarf blacksmith master, the understanding of magic, the magic array, is not even inferior to a learned old mage, of course, they have a specialization in the magic industry, mainly focused on magic smelting, in the breadth of magic knowledge, it is absolutely impossible to compare with a real mage.

Therefore, when the Great Elder of the Dwarves said such a thing, I would not doubt the truth in the slightest.

"Now, I have only one idea."

When he said this, the old dwarf's eyes burst into light, making people feel that he was not only an old man with an upright and stubborn temper, but also a wise and shrewd dwarven clan elder.

"In this large area, more than a dozen relatively stable hell gates have been opened, and due to unknown factors, these more than ten hell gates have not been closed subsequently, and even through some kind of faint control, the monsters that escaped from these more than ten hell gates have all gathered on these gathering points, with bad intentions towards our dwarf clan."

The Great Elder tapped his fingers and analyzed in an unhurried deep voice.

"That's right, there's something behind it, that's for sure, otherwise these monsters wouldn't have gathered together in peace."

I nodded thoughtfully, generally speaking, different kinds of monsters, even monsters of the same kind and different teams, may fight each other when they meet each other, if there is no mastermind behind the scenes, it is absolutely impossible for them to come together in peace, the monster attack on the village of the Rogge camp is a good example, without Bailier behind the ghost, how can these monsters pose a threat?

"If it's true as we suspected, we can only hope for now that these dozen or so gates of hell are only maintained through a certain medium, not permanently solidified, otherwise ......"

Otherwise, monsters will continue to pour out of these hell gates, and the dwarves will have to face endless attacks, and the worst result is that these hundreds of dwarven tribes must all migrate and find another safe place, not to mention whether these stubborn dwarves will agree to leave their homes, just the migration of hundreds of thousands of dwarfs is enough to make people headaches.

"This matter, I have to trouble you to investigate it again, to see if the second and third hell gates can be presented, as long as the information can be confirmed, then it will be easy to handle." So said the Great Elder Dwarf

With a strong sense of self-confidence.

"Leave it to me."

I bowed slightly, all the speculations just now were based on the first foundation, so naturally we must first judge whether the first foundation can be established.

But at this time, two doubts arose in my mind.

What about the masters of the dwarves? Our alliance has Farah and Kasha to guard the camp, and the Elven King City must also have it, and logically speaking, the dwarves should also have at least one or two masters to suppress the formation, but now according to what I see, the dwarves have no hidden masters at all, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to detect the enemy's intelligence.

I don't think that the simple-hearted dwarves will learn from the elves, the master deliberately hides, let the warriors below play a big training, the elves make this kind of move purely helpless, because their people are peaceful by nature, they don't need to fight and polish it, and they think they can really nest in the forest and be alone.

Another side reason, also considering the intervention of our humans, if the master of the elven race secretly comes out, we will risk supporting a fart.

But this approach of the elves is not applicable to the dwarves, the dwarves live in the most cruel plains of despair, they are born brave and good at fighting, and their temper is one of the best.

And another suspicion, if the dwarf clan has no masters, then what is the confident look on the face of the great elder in front of him? As if as soon as I found out the situation, they were sure that they would immediately erase the problem, and if they had the power, why didn't they use it for reconnaissance?

The second question involves other people's secrets, and I can't talk about it, but the first question is a secret that is not a secret between the high-level, so it's not too much to ask.

"Great Elder, I would like to take the liberty of asking. Doesn't your clan have any masters left behind to guard the royal city? Staring closely at the Great Elder's face, I asked cautiously as I considered my words.

"Or do you see it? No wonder, it's so obvious. The Great Elder was stunned for a moment, and then showed a helpless wry smile.

"Elder Wu Fan, I believe you also know something about the temper of our dwarves." After asking this question, without waiting for me to answer, he continued.

"Many people say that we dwarves are stubborn and hot-tempered, and that's true, but what we dwarves yearn for most is freedom, unfettered freedom, and a place where you can improve and use your blacksmithing skills to your heart's content."

"Your dwarven passion for blacksmiths, I am indeed thundering."

Why did the dwarves choose to settle in what is known as the most cruel and non-place in the entire Dark Continent? It is because of its proximity to hell that it is easy to obtain the fire of the furnace, and this alone makes hundreds of thousands of dwarves willingly settle in the hell on earth such as the Plains of Despair, which shows their enthusiasm.

"It is precisely because of this that they have ended up in the current situation, I believe you also know that the materials of the second and third worlds are far better than those of the first world, and every dwarf master is an excellent blacksmith, when the materials of the first world can no longer satisfy them and cannot make them improve, what do you say will do?" The Great Elder's smile became more bitter.

"Oh, I see." I let out a soft sigh.

Freedom, seemingly beautiful, in fact, is not a sense of responsibility, every dwarf wants to yearn for freedom, every dwarf hopes to improve their blacksmith skills, so when they face the bottleneck of materials, they will naturally choose to leave here, and other dwarves who have the same yearning, naturally will not block, and even regard this as a kind of glory.

But who should protect the glory of his hometown? Thinking of this, I can slightly feel the bitter feeling of the Great Elder of the Dwarves at this moment, he knows that this weak view of responsibility caused by the yearning for freedom is a great hidden danger, but in the face of the ancient thinking inherited over countless years, he is powerless to reverse.

Therefore, the entire dwarven gathering place, including the royal city, is so ridiculous that it can't even find a master.

In fact, I think there is another factor that will have this consequence, and that is the peerless artifact Dwarven King City, which the dwarves are proud of.

The Dwarven King City deserves to be one of the best artifacts in the continent and an impregnable fortress, but it is precisely because of this blind confidence that the departure of the dwarven master has been guided.

They thought that no power in this world could shake the Dwarven King's City, so I could go my own way with peace of mind.

Born in sorrow, died in peace, everything has two sides, and the existence of the dwarven royal city is both the luck of the dwarves and the misfortune of the dwarves, I think so.

Of course, I can't talk this kind of thought to the Great Elder, otherwise, even if he can understand his own statement, he will definitely not allow it emotionally, and the height of the Dwarven Royal City in their minds is actually no different from that of the Dwarf God.

Why do people worship God? Because God can bless mankind and give warmth and sustenance to people's souls.

The Dwarven Royal City can also do this, so it is the god of the Dwarves, this kind of thinking and concept is extremely natural and unobtrusive, so even if it is rationally agreed, the Great Elder will never allow me to say that I am not in the Dwarf Royal City.

Hey, don't say anything, just go on with your free labor career......