The current continent of San Cassis is not like a thousand years ago, when every intelligent creature set foot in the main theme of blood and fire, invasion and being invaded.

In that dark age, when elves were not graceful, druids were not kind, dwarves were never on the side of the world, and the Terrans did not want to live forever under the ferocity of the Beamon orcs, each race hated each other, killed, and even wished to exterminate all other races.

At that time, no matter which intelligent race, they had only one enemy, and that was the other races.

The various races in the St. Cassis Continent continued to kill each other, until the more powerful demons appeared, and the ferocious demons invaded one city after another.

In the face of the powerful demon race, all the indigenous races on the continent temporarily put aside their hatred and united together to resist foreign enemies.

After several years of fighting to defend the land, countless lives and blood were paid, and the demons finally retreated to the rift in time and space, and had no choice but to return to their plane, but the population base of the natives of the San Cassis continent has also dropped by more than half.

Led by the present-day Lich King, the demons have destroyed countless towns and homes, exterminated one civilization after another in a terrible war, and even captured millions of slaves when they retreated.

The natives of St. Cassis only looked at the back of the demons, secretly squatting in the corner and licking their wounds.

At the beginning of the battle to defend the land, all the natives were like a plate of scattered sand, and they were all broken by the powerful demons, until the celestial king priest, who was known as the strongest person under the stars and the spiritual leader of the Beamon clan, appeared, and all the races were united, and finally defeated all the extreme powerhouses of the demons, so that they had to retreat to the great rift of time and space.

There was no winner in that battle! There has been an unbearable price to be paid on both sides.

At that time, as the commander-in-chief, the priest of the Heavenly King once said that the natives of the St. Cassis Continent should be grateful to the demons, the invasion of the demons has brought them unprecedented unity, although the enemy has harvested countless creatures, but if there is no demons, sooner or later, the various races of the St. Cassis Continent will kill each other and continue to die out, if there are no demons, countless civilizations and races will also disappear in the wind.

It was the darkest time recorded in the history of the continent of San Cassis, but it was also the era that made everyone's blood boil.

When the various races leave behind hatred and prejudice and are united in their goals, they finally burst into a dazzling spark.

At that time, the dwarves and the barbarian warriors watched and helped each other, and the two races went to the battlefield together like brothers and sisters, and it is commendable that the dwarf masters, under the leadership of the dwarven lord Iron Hammer Luge at that time, helped the barbarians who were too few to resist the regular army of the demons more than once.

Unfortunately, with the advent of peace, the friendship between the two sides, which was forged between blood and fire, like the war, faded away and finally survived only in various historical documents.

Over the centuries, the Terrans continued to expand, and the dwarves and barbarians began to protect themselves one after another, and eventually continued to drift apart.

The Barbarians are a nostalgic race, and as rulers of the Savage Lands, they have never refused to allow the Dwarves to walk on their homeland lands.

Unfortunately, the arrogance of the dwarves is as famous as their alcoholism.

The dwarves of the Garnia Plains have regarded themselves as the benefactors of the barbarians for hundreds of years, and their arrogant personality and violent temper have made the barbarians less and less welcome them.

Dwarven elder De Niro belongs to the kind of typical representative who feels that all barbarians owe them dwarf race, if they encounter other races, not to mention the barbarians with terrifying combat effectiveness, they are the robber ogres in the wasteland, these gangs may not dare to take the initiative to attack others, maybe hundreds of people will have to walk around, let alone provoke others.

Although the practice of the two races for hundreds of years is no longer enthusiastic, the barbarian race is a relatively honest race after all, and even if De Niro meets someone from the Great Chief Tribe today, he may give the dwarves some face.

It's a pity that what they met today was not any tribal chieftain, not even pure barbarians, but Allen, who was even more short-tempered than them.

Allen, who led the crowd, wanted to let the other party go for the sake of Babylon the Great, who didn't think that these dwarf mules didn't know what to do.

Originally, he was holding back the evil fire in his stomach and was ready to endure it, but who knew that the other party was actually a ready-made blacksmith, a full three hundred ready-made blacksmiths, and there may not be so many ready-made blacksmiths in a human country, let alone skilled dwarven masters.

So Alan is not calm, just like an old dick who has been holding back for three years, and suddenly won a free inflatable doll in the lottery, he can't wait to get it home and ravage it immediately.

Although the young tribal warriors have learned about that dark era through word of mouth, they are also like a mist of the historical friendship between the two tribes, not to mention that these dwarves continue to speak disrespectfully, coupled with the orders of the new chief, they have no scruples and psychological burdens at all, and they kick down one by one, take out the rattan rope and tie it tightly.

Alan saw this group of tribal warriors with big shoulders and round waists, kicking and screaming at these dwarves like beating bear children, he didn't have any psychological burden at all, not to mention that they fought side by side thousands of years ago, as long as they could strengthen the tribe, they were three-year-old children's lollipops, and he didn't mind ordering the tribal warriors to rob him.

Babylon the Great was in a hurry, constantly analyzing the pros and cons, like the old village chief who had lost his little daughter-in-law.

"They're a dwarf race, if other tribes knew, what would they think of our bloodhoof!"

"The dwarves have fought alongside us after all!"

"It's one thing for me to have friction with them, so many warriors clashing with them represent the tribe, and even the barbarians!"

"Brother Allen, listen to me, let them go, this is to let others know what to think of our barbarians."

It was the first time that Alan had discovered that Babylon the Great was so good at inking, so he had to keep ordering the warriors to end the battle quickly, and he really couldn't stand Babylon the Great's grinding.

The battle ended quickly, like a farce, and there was a sense of déjà vu that the high school basketball team formed a group to bully the second-grade Olympiad class.

The dwarves basically have no ability to resist except for the earth-shattering scolding, and the scolding words are repeated over and over again, and Alan doesn't bother to care.

Alan saw that it was almost over, and shouted: "The little ones, they are all tied up for me, take them back to the tribe, don't hurt them, these are all treasures." ”

Hearing this, the dwarves scolded even more ugly.

Alan rolled his eyes and shouted: "You can only fan your mouth, you can't be injured or disabled, it's okay if you fan all your teeth, just don't hurt your hands and feet." ”

The dwarves shut up.

"And the tools in the car, bring them back to the camp together, hurry up."