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My name is Iron Fist, Iron Fist. Vol.

In the language of the musket dwarves, the Iron Fist is the Iron Fist. I also have a younger brother whose name is Steel. We are twins and I was born a few minutes earlier than my brother, so I am the older brother.

The names of our brothers were given by my father, and these two names represent my father's expectations for our brother - I hope that I can have strong fists, and I hope that my brother can have high musket skills. Fists and muskets, the two most powerful weapons that our musket dwarves rely on for survival.

However, the reality was somewhat different from what my father had expected.

My name is "Iron Fist", and my younger brother named "Steel Nitrate" is good at boxing and fighting. In addition, I am stubborn by nature, and my younger brother is down-to-earth and self-motivated, so my mother often half-jokingly said that I should be a younger brother, and a younger brother should be an older brother.

I think so too, and from the bottom of my heart, I don't reject it, but I like it a little.

As a child, I lived on an island, which was not too large and was surrounded by the waters of Lake Tsugetsu.

My brother and I love this little island, it has a nice name - Full Moon Court. According to my mother, in addition to our musket dwarf clan, there are five other clans living in the Full Moon Court. But I rarely see them.

For as long as I can remember, life seems to have been occupied by endless practice, and my father would personally instruct my brother and me in all kinds of training, and he was very strict, because he was the leader of the musket dwarves, the king.

To be honest, I don't like cultivation as much as my brother, it's too hard! And boring, very boring! But. In front of my father, I have always been very obedient and conscientiously completed every cultivation task, and so has my younger brother. In the eyes of my brother and I, my father was the most powerful and greatest king of the dwarves. The only fly in the ointment is my father, who only has his left eye.

Listen to your mother. My father's right eye was wounded in battle with humans - lost in the battle to defend his people! Such a father is a hero to me and my younger brother.

My father said I had great talent, and my brother was even better than me, and he was far more diligent than me.

Over time, the gap between us was widened. The younger brother's talent in boxing and martial arts is amazing, and his cultivation level makes his mother smile. As for me, I don't have any interest in boxing, I just like to fiddle with muskets.

Fortunately, the gap in strength has not affected my relationship with my brother at all, I love my brother very much, and he loves me as an older brother very much.

But my father's attitude was quietly changing.

More and more cultivation resources were allocated by the father to the younger brother. More and more time is being spent on the younger brother, and more and more attention is being paid to the younger brother...... In short, my younger brother gradually walked to the front, while I was still slowly swallowing on the path of cultivation, and I could only watch my younger brother's back gradually drift away.

Do I care?

Hehe, no, I don't care at all. From the bottom of my heart, I thought: my brother's is mine! Mine is my brother's too!

I know my brother thinks the same way.

Moreover, although my strength is not as good as that of my younger brother, my talent in making zuò muskets is not bad. My brother and I made a pact that we would use our fists and muskets to break out of the world.

One day, we expressed to our father and mother that we wanted to go out. I will never forget the reaction of my parents, my mother's face changed dramatically, and my father, who had always been moody, seemed to stiffen a little, and then said to us as if nothing happened, "It's too early." Continue to cultivate until adulthood. ”

I looked at my mother for help, but to my surprise, my mother, who had always been on our side, chose to remain silent.

Since then, "What's outside the Full Moon Court?" "It became the question that my brother and I were most concerned about and most curious. I remember a human saying: curiosity kills cats. That's really true. One day, I said to my brother, "Brother, since my parents won't let us go out. Let's just sneak out! ”

"This ......," the younger brother hesitated.

I pursed my lips and pretended to be disdainful, "Hmph, that's cowardly." ”

My brother couldn't stand the temptation of my agitation and the outside world, so he agreed to sneak out with me, but before we could even set foot in the royal court, my father sent someone to arrest us.

My father's face was terrible, and he beat my brother and me severely.

The mother watched from the sidelines, shedding tears as she watched.

My brother and I were very aggrieved, but then we learned that our parents were for our good, because outside the royal court, it was not the beautiful world we longed for, but full of dangers. The source of danger is human beings. I vaguely heard my father and mother talking about "hunters" and "shepherd's city". I didn't understand and quickly forgot.

Later, as we grew up day by day, the little friends who played with us in childhood disappeared one after another, they were like the world steaming, and one day suddenly disappeared from our field of vision, and the common point was that they would never appear in front of us again.

I finally couldn't resist asking my mother, but she hesitated for a long time and told me that my friends had gone to fight the humans outside the royal court. I said that I would also fight, and my younger brother on the side said the same, but my mother just shook her head and said the same thing as my father: "Continue to cultivate until you reach adulthood." ”

We had no choice but to be obedient, but from that day on, some unfamiliar terms and concepts began to appear in our ears frequently, such as pasture, hunter, prey, and shepherd's city.

Gradually, my brother and I painfully came to realize the reality that we are animals, animals kept in captivity.

I was furious when I learned the truth, and I vowed to cultivate seriously until I became an adult and joined the battle against humans. I was determined to practice boxing and martial arts well to make up for my shortcomings in this area. But it wasn't long before I couldn't help but go back and fiddle with my musket. I relaxed. My brother was very angry, and he said to me, "Brother, you are not angry enough, so you are not motivated enough, you have to make yourself angry!" ”

I tried to be angry, but I couldn't do what my brother did.

I felt guilty from the bottom of my heart, compared to my brother, I was always so cowardly.

At the age of seventeen, the Forest Clan was stronger than ever! The Forest King, whose strength had reached the peak of the seventh level, led his clansmen and rushed out of the Full Moon Palace!

My brother and I witnessed the unprecedented grand departure ceremony, and I remember the King of the Forest saying in an impassioned voice, "This is our counterattack!" This is our fight! This is our revenge! This is...... Our first step towards freedom!! ”

Listening to these words, I felt my blood boiling all over my body!

The expedition set its sights on the high-ranking hunters in the pasture, and the King of the Forest himself announced, "This expedition will last for a month!" But he broke his promise, for in less than three days the expedition had returned to the Court of the Full Moon, and the number had dropped sharply from 35o to 143.

There were 2o7 dead in battle, and more than half of the survivors were seriously wounded, and the numbers were so heavy that I couldn't breathe. Also, the Forest King, whose strength has reached the peak of the seventh level...... Die.

This is an unprecedented blow! Not only was the forest clan a huge loss, but it also made the other clans of our Full Moon Royal Court collectively speechless.

In those days, my father's face was as cold and hard as winter ice. My brother and I were afraid to talk to my father during that time, and I vaguely overheard the conversation between my father and mother, and they seemed to be saying something: ...... A human ...... Never seen ...... Powerful...... Terrible...... Harness the power of ice and fire......

I didn't understand it too much.

The fiasco of the Forest Clan made me feel a strong sense of crisis, and my younger brother, who locked himself in the special training room the day after returning from the expedition, began to train himself day and night.

I knew I had to do something.

In the next few months, for the first time, I calmed down and practiced well, and my brother helped me a lot, I was not as good as him in martial arts, but I was good at musket making. I made a musket, and it was a work that I was very pleased with, and I showed it to my mother, who was very happy, but when I went to my father, he was sitting at a round table with a golden-headed elf, a blue-headed elf, a titan covered in thunder and lightning, and an elf in a moon-white robe. I think that's the king of the other tribes.

My father's face was extremely insightful, and I swear I've never seen such an expression on my father's face.

He asked, "Why my son?"

The other kings say, because this is the only way to appease the anger of mankind, this is the only way to exchange peace for a while, and we have done this more than once.

I had been immersed in the world of muskets for many years, and if my brother had been there, he would probably have understood what the kings were saying, but I couldn't quite understand it, but I was vaguely uneasy.

It didn't take long for my younger brother, Steel. Vol, he's missing.

The father told the people that his brother had sneaked away from the royal court and disappeared, perhaps killed by humans, or captured by humans. But I don't believe it! Because it's impossible for my brother not to call me to run away alone!

I frantically tried to find out where my brother was from my people, from my father, from my mother, but in vain. My father was as cold and even cold as ever, and my mother changed from that day on, she was always by my side, never let me out of her sight, and besides, she hardly spoke to my father again.

I suddenly remembered my father's conversation with the other kings:

Why my son?

Because we've all done this more than once.

Contribute? What contribution? I can't think of it, but the uneasiness in my heart is even stronger.

There are many things I don't understand, but one thing I'm pretty sure of is that I want to get my brother back, whether it's alive or dead! I practiced like crazy, not only studying the manufacture of muskets, but also working hard to temper my body. My brother and I made a pact to use his fists and my musket to carve out a world for our people. This is our common ideal.