The Dark Elf Queen glanced at Yang Chun approvingly and said, "Very good! You're out of school, and I have a gift for you. Come and get it tomorrow! ”

Yang Chun bowed to the Dark Elf Queen in gratitude, though she refused to teach herself any more archery techniques. But Yang Chun felt that as long as he practiced rapid-fire well, there was no need to be too greedy, and what was in his own hands was his own was the best!

The Queen of the Dark Elves gave Yang Chun a special longbow, tailor-made for Yang Chun, and the speed and power of the arrows shot out were more than double that of the original improved longbow!

It's been almost three years in the underground world, and although he hasn't found a level 7 or level 8 monster upgrade, Yang Chun is still very satisfied, after all, he has learned a lot of skills. Looks like it's time to get out of here!

In the end, Yang Chun still wanted to take a look at the pyramid, and always felt that there was something waiting for him.

This time, Yang Chun did not bring Lele and Thursday, and climbed the pyramid alone and stood in front of the shrine.

After reading the Mayan text on the shrine, Yang Chun understood that this was a sacrificial text, praying to conquer the dwarven god domain under the guidance of the supremacy of the pyramid, and cut off the head of the dwarven king to sacrifice.

Yang Chun couldn't help but think of everything he saw when he became a god, maybe the one who was beheaded was the king of kobolds, the king of dark elves, the king of water monkeys, and the king of earth dragons.

Thinking of this, Yang Chun couldn't help but wonder if he would grow into six arms after Thursday, just like the king of water monkeys.

Maybe one day!

Yang Chun slowly lay down on the shrine and closed his eyes.

A piece of information came to Yang Chun's mind: Enter the Dwarf God Domain and be recalled in a day!

Because the sunlight was too strong, Yang Chun couldn't adapt to it for a while, so he couldn't help squinting his eyes, and he didn't have time to look at the surrounding environment.

"Who are you? Mankind? Or elves? How did it appear in the first ancestral mountain of the dwarves? ”

Yang Chun turned his head to look, only to see a dwarf carrying a sledgehammer walking towards him, with a full beard on his face, and he actually spoke the Mayan language.

Yang Chun couldn't help asking, "Can you speak the Mayan language?" ”

"Nope! It's not some Mayan language! It's the lingua franca, and whether it's humans, goblins, elves, gnomes, kobolds, dragons, or any other race, everyone communicates in the lingua franca! ”

"And you're a dwarf?"

"Yes! I'm Cook of the Dwarves! I am fifty years old and have just come of age. Who are you? Mankind? Or elves? ”

"You haven't seen humans or elves?"

"Nope! I was just allowed to leave the cave. But I've read a lot of books, and you're human in appearance, but you're wearing an elven suit and carrying an elven longbow. Just ......"

"Just what?"

"The weaving technique of your elven suit is ancient, and it seems to have been lost! And your longbow-making skills seem to have been lost! ”

Yang Chun touched the suit on his body, emphasizing that it was not the original short skirt style! This is a pattern designed by Yang Chun himself, and it was hand-woven by the master of the Dark Elf Queen.

"Hello Cook, my name is Yang Chun, I am a human being, and I have an elf master."

Hearing Yang Chun take the initiative to say hello, Cook was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "So we are friends!" You're my first foreign friend! I'm going to have you a drink! ”

As he spoke, Cook threw the sledgehammer aside, untied the big burden on his body, took out a pot of wine, poured a large sip, and then handed it to Yang Chun.

Yang Chun took it, first sniffed it, it was like the smell of beer, and then he also took a big sip like Cook.

After drinking, Yang Chun felt Cook's enthusiasm!

"Yang Chun, why don't I take you to my house for a big meal! It doesn't seem like it works, I won't be able to come out again when I go back. ”

"Yang Chun, why don't we go to Valinor, the royal city of the dwarves, where my uncle has a blacksmith shop, and he has the best barley wine in the entire dwarven clan!"

"Yang Chun, where are you from? Are you also out on an adventure? ”

……

Cook said to himself to Yang Chun, but Yang Chun couldn't interject at all.

Seeing that Cook had finally stopped, Yang Chun asked, "This is the First Ancestral Mountain?" ”

"Yes, the first ancestral mountain of our dwarves! We dwarves were created by the god Olli out of rocks, so we are the sons of Olli and the sons of rocks. In the beginning, the god Olli only created seven dwarves, and this is the ancestor of our dwarves. They are still sleeping deep in the mountains, where the first dwarven ancestor sleeps, so it is called the first ancestral mountain! ”

Yang Chun looked at the First Ancestral Mountain that Cook was pointing to, and it was indeed a tall mountain.

Yang Chun looked at Cook again, but there was no data information in his mind, wasn't Cook a wild monster?

Yang Chun had just arrived here and didn't know anything, so he followed behind Cook, listening to Cook muttering non-stop.

"Yang Chun, this elf suit of yours can sell for a lot of gold coins! Have you ever thought about selling it to those collectors? ”

"Yang Chun, are you an archer? So you're a junior archer? Or an intermediate archer? I'm an intermediate berserker! Approved by the elders! ”

"Yang Chun, is your elf master a high-level archer? Or a legendary archer? We, the Dwarven Elders, are a level higher than the Legends! ”

……

Sometimes you can still get a lot of information by listening to some nonsense, at least Yang Chun now knows the level growth of the Dwarf God Domain, primary, intermediate, advanced, legendary, sacred, and then there are two classes: archer and berserker.

Yang Chun asked, "Where are we going?" ”

"Go to the royal city of Valinor first to complete the Elder's quest, and then we can venture around Middle-earth!"

"Middle-earth?"

"Yes, Middle-earth! I've heard that there are hundreds of races living there! Of course, we dwarves are the absolute masters! ”

"Are there many humans here?"

"I don't think there's anything in this book!"

"What does that book say about humans?"

"There was a big battle that was very famous! Even if more than a thousand years have passed! That's the Gate of Eternal Life scuffle. ”

Once again, I heard the familiar name, the Gate of Eternal Life! Yang Chun couldn't help asking, "What is the Gate of Eternal Life?" ”

"I don't know, it's not explained in the book! I only know that the first time humans entered Middle-earth was through the Gate of Eternal Life, and then invaded the royal city of Valinor, but was defeated by our dwarves. Later, I don't know why many races joined the battlefield and it turned into a big scuffle! Historically known as the Eternal Gate Scuffle. ”

More than a thousand years ago, could it be that the Mayans invaded the dwarven realm through the Gate of Eternal Life? It just goes right with the shrine sacrifice text. It seems that it was also at that time that the lingua franca of Middle-earth became the Mayan language, and it was introduced into the game of Godland.

After chatting a few more words, Yang Chun thought of the countdown to the day of entering the Dwarf God Domain, and it seemed that he had to find an excuse to leave Cook's side at night, and he couldn't let Cook know that he was from another God Domain.

Talking to Cook is just a matter of listening to him, and it would be even better if you could compliment him from time to time.

For the first time, Yang Chun felt that the dwarf was also a chatterbox!

Although there are more than 100 races in Middle-earth, the dwarves occupy an absolute dominance! Because 90% of the population here are dwarves, and almost all of the high-end forces are dwarves, what dwarf holy berserkers, what dwarf holy sword saints, what dwarf holy spellcasters, what dwarf holy shield warriors, and so on.

No wonder it's called the Dwarven Domain!

In addition to admiring Cook's big, Yang Chun is also willing to bow to Cook's amount of alcohol!

The package Cook was carrying was full of jugs of barley wine!

Cook took Yang Chun all the way, talking nonsense all the way and drinking all the way!

Yang Chun tried Cook's sledgehammer boringly, and found that he couldn't carry it at all, so he could only push it slightly.

Cook laughed: "My sledgehammer is four hundred pounds!" ”

It took half a month to rush from the First Ancestral Mountain to the Valinor King City, so in the evening, Yang Chun proposed to make a difference, because Yang Chun also wanted to visit other places.

Cook hugged Yang Chun heavily, then waved his hand and left reluctantly, and gave Yang Chun two pots of barley wine before leaving.

Seeing Cook walk away, Yang Chun breathed a sigh of relief, and the roots of his ears could finally be cleaned! Although Cook would have been a good friend.

Looking at the grove on the left, Yang Chun decided to go there and find something to eat, although barley wine was the best food in Cook's words, Yang Chun didn't want to get drunk.

As soon as he walked into the grove, Yang Chun smelled a strong smell of blood, and saw a werewolf biting the corpse of a dwarf.

Yang Chun saw the werewolf, and the werewolf also discovered Yang Chun.

The werewolf dropped the dwarf corpse and rushed towards Yang Chun, the speed was extremely fast! It's good that it's a distance away.

Yang Chun shot out all twenty arrows in the quiver with a quick shot, and then decisively discarded the longbow and pulled out the iron sword from his waist, although there were still more than a dozen pots of arrows stacked in the inventory.

The werewolf had five or six arrows stuck in his body and had already rushed in front of Yang Chun.

The werewolf pounced on Yang Chun and opened his mouth to bite Yang Chun's neck!

Yang Chun raised his iron sword and stabbed it into the werewolf's mouth, trying to pierce the back of the werewolf's head with a sword, which was the best counterattack to deal with the kobold's forward pounce!

Without any accidents, Yang Chun's movements were swift and unobtrusive, even ignoring the werewolf's waving claws, just seeking to kill with one blow! The werewolf only struggled a little before dying under Yang Chun's iron sword.

Pulled the iron sword out of the werewolf's head, wiped the sword with wolf fur, and then hung it back on his waist, which was a small button woven by vines, or Yang Chun himself made it up, specially used to hang the iron sword.

The left side of his face was cut four deep wounds by a wolf's claws, and the blood flowed non-stop! Yang Chun rinsed the wound with barley wine, then plucked a leaf, washed it, and stuck it on the wound.