The Garnia Plain on the continent of San Cassis is close to the Savage Ancient Plains.

One hundred thousand barbarians rule the wasteland, while the adjacent Garnia Plain is ruled by the dwarven Hammerkeep.

It is not accurate to say that it is ruled, because in addition to the dwarf ponies who are on the way, the dwarves are the most numerous.

In addition to the dwarves of Hammerkeep, there are also a small number of giants living here, except for the shrine on the Muru Mountains, which is guarded by dozens of giants, and the other giants are also scattered in various corners of the Garnia Plains in families.

Hundreds of years ago, the dwarves and giants fought for absolute leadership of the Canya Plains.

At that time, the Garnia Plain was rich in ore veins, and countless steel and metal raw materials were produced from here.

A large number of dwarves used their innate craftsmanship to create countless tools of war against the giants, and united the barbarian warriors of several barbarian tribes, and finally won a crushing victory at countless costs.

And the giants with very strong individual combat power, like vigorous weeds, no longer gather in the Muru Mountains to live in groups, but disperse into individual combat power, constantly harassing the dwarven Iron Hammer Fort.

At that time, the giants were not so much in an all-out war with the dwarves, not as if they were idle and had nothing to do.

It wasn't until Master Dogen, the great leader of the dwarves with the blood of the silver dwarves, came out that the two races with small populations finally shook hands and made peace.

To this day, the two races have been at peace with each other, and many dwarves and giants have even developed rare interracial friendships.

Today's Hammer Castle is no longer just an underground castle as it was hundreds of years ago, but a huge town that extends beyond the ground.

The veins on the plains have long been depleted, and the dwarves, who do not know how to raise cattle and farm, rely on the herds of dwarf horses on the plains to survive.

But the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the dwarf had a glorious past after all, and now by eating the old book, the ethnic group can live a good life under normal circumstances except for working for foreigners in exchange for some wine and drink.

If you ask who are the three poorest intelligent races on the continent of St. Cassis, people with a little common sense know that the wasteland barbarians, plain giants, and plain dwarves are ranked in no particular order, one is poorer than the other, and if the death is really the first place, then the answer is the wasteland barbarians.

Of the three poor ghosts, if you compare them with each other, the richest are the dwarves, and the poorest are the wasteland barbarians.

The giants can barely survive at least on the help of Iron Hammer Fort, and their numbers are scarce, and the whole clan is only a few hundred when it comes together.

The barbarians of the wasteland are different, not only poor, but also many, not only many, but also eaten.

The richest of the three poor ghosts, all the dwarves of the Dwarven Hammer Castle, at this time, suddenly envied the poorest barbarians.

The reason is very simple, because although the barbarians are poor, they are ruthless, and the poorer they are, the more ruthless they are.

And the dwarves are not only poor, but also not ruthless, not only not ruthless, but also cowardly.

It is precisely because of poverty and cowardice that hundreds of ogres appear out of thin air at the door of the house, constantly attacking the castle defense line on the ground.

Tens of thousands of dwarves, cowering in the defensive line, did not dare to go out.

If it weren't for the fact that the old bottom of Hammer Keep was still there, maybe those bloodthirsty monsters would have rushed in a long time ago.

Master Dogen, the great commander with blonde hair and a very powerful appearance, roared at his subordinates, "Can anyone tell me how we can repel these ogres? ”

Dozens of dwarven elders lowered their heads, their heads buried in their crotches, basically covering their faces.

Master Dogan looked at the group of cowards below, and there was really no place to spill his anger.

Ever since Dwarven Elder De Niro had brought back a giant winerock crystal from nowhere, Hammerkeep had been a holiday.

They deliberately dug a big pit, threw the wine rock crystal into it, and began to fill it with water, and the clear water soaked in the wine rock crystal turned into a strong wine.

From him, the great commander, down to the ordinary dwarves, the dwarves take turns to soak in it all day and night.

The dwarves who drank with their bellies open for the first time, and before they could be happy for a few days, a blind man who was not strong and seriously injured fell from the sky inexplicably.

The Great Commander Dao was the most knowledgeable one among the many people, and after coming into contact with this blind man, he immediately recognized that this unremarkable human race was the blind dragon, one of the three sword saints of the Extreme Dao powerhouse standing at the top of the continental pyramid.

This extreme powerhouse didn't know who was injured, just like a sick ghost, and now he was lying on the floor of the Great Commander's room every day coughing up blood.

It's not okay if you don't lie on the floor, the other beds are too small, and the old guy can't straighten his legs.

If you want to say that the dwarves drink or pretend to be cowardly, one is stronger than the other, but when it comes to healing injuries, tens of thousands of dwarves are all blind.

Seeing that the legendary Blind Dragon Sword Master was not killed by the enemy, but was about to be tossed to death by the dwarves, hundreds of ogres suddenly appeared again, surrounded the gate of the Iron Hammer Castle and began to attack the city.

If it was a hundred years ago, Hammer Fort still had countless weapons to defend the city.

Whether it's a large military tool like a hammer crossbow, a catapult, a gunpowder throwing cart, or a powerful crossbow for solo use, you can fight the ogres outside.

But in recent decades, these armaments have been almost depleted.

The consumption is not because of the war, but because these dwarves are too poor, and these magic weapons created by the wisdom of countless ancestors are all dismantled, dismantled, and sold if they can, and they are disposed of as scrap iron if they can't be sold.

As a result, now that a strong enemy is coming, everyone in Hammer Fort is stunned. Forced.

Wearing a cane, coughing in three steps, and taking ten steps and a mouthful of blood, the blind dragon sword saint walked to the middle of a group of dwarves as if he was in the middle of advanced lung cancer.

Master Dogen has been admiring this blind man recently, the Sword Saint really lives up to his reputation, just when he sees the blood vomited by others, it is almost full of a wine vat, but now people should vomit blood and vomit blood, there are a lot of mouthfuls, dead and alive is to hold on and not hang up, the Terran Sword Saint, worthy of his name, really resisted the 。。。。。。

The dwarf radishes looked at this famous sword master in the continent, and they didn't know what kind of nerves this thing had to run away if it was not good to recuperate.

Holding a cane and a blind dragon like a fortune-telling old man, he said guiltily: "Dwarf friends, thank you for helping me recover from my injuries. ”

The dwarves were still a little self-aware, and collectively hid their heads in their crotches.

They estimated that if this sword master hadn't come to Hammer Castle, he might have lived for two more days, and after coming to Hammer Castle, a group of dwarves who were good at striking iron would take turns to go up and toss him.

This sword master is also really big-hearted, and he really let a group of dwarves make a cameo appearance as a doctor, which is purely slow to death!

I didn't see that at first, the sword master was only seriously injured and inconvenient to move.

As a result, after a few days of tossing and turning by a large group of dwarves, his legs were able to walk, but he began to cough up blood.

"Half a month ago, after I tried my best to tear up the space, I entered the plane of the demon race, and was seriously injured by the demon master."

Countless dwarves were in awe, not to lose the extreme powerhouse, this is the difference, look at the people, vindictive, tearing space, demons, just these three words, I usually don't dare to think about it.

The blind dragon seemed to regain its former momentum in an instant, and said majestically: "Those ogres ran out of the demon plane, I can't bother everyone, let me go out with them. Ahem, cough, cough. Let me go ahem, ahem, puff, puff. ”

The first two sentences were okay, not losing the title of Sword Saint, and the momentum of the whole body skyrocketed at that moment, but without saying a word, it became an advanced stage of lung cancer again.

Master Dogen looked at this tease, waved his hand weakly, let people support him, and said helplessly: "Pull it, you have a hard time talking, let's go back and rest, I'm afraid that you will die here on the spot if you are excited again, you can hang anywhere, don't kill us." ”

A group of dwarves saw the blind dragon trembling away with a small cane, and they smiled bitterly at each other.

This is why after the blind dragon came to the Iron Hammer Castle, he split the steel gate of the Iron Hammer Fort with a sword, or they would not believe that this sick ghost was really a human sword saint.

A group of dwarves frowned, yes, you said that you are a human sword master, such a big person, you can't die, and as a result, you ran to Iron Hammer Fort half dead, didn't you make us greedy.

There are countless disciples of the Sword Saint, and the appeal of the human kingdom is incomparable, if you really want to die in the Iron Hammer Castle, the dwarves will indeed suffer.

Master Dogen watched the blind dragon leave, looked at the gang of cowards below, and reluctantly walked to the holy platform behind him.

The metal altar shimmered softly, and on an ancient portrait behind it, a blonde dwarf holding a silver hammer was mighty, and behind it was a black mist, and a long golden serpent loomed in the middle.

"Great sage with incomparable wisdom and divine power, is it true that our Hammer Castle dwarves are going to dissipate in the breeze of the plains?" Master Dogan prayed sincerely: "When will your earthly walkers bring your descendants back to their former glory, Dougan hereby prays that you will become an omnipotent earthly walker, and show your miracles again, your descendants have been 。。。。。。 ”

A dwarf with a face covered in dirt ran in, directly interrupted Master Dogan's prayers, and shouted in shock, "Grand Commander, Grand Commander is not good. ”

Dogen was shocked, could it be that the monsters attacked, and hurriedly pulled out an iron sledgehammer from the side and asked, "What's the matter, the castle's defense line is broken?" ”

The dwarf continued: "It's broken, it's not broken, it's not, it's broken, it's broken, but it's broken by a monster, so big, it's a particularly big monster, and it's still unclear, the Great Commander, come out and take a look, the clansmen are repairing the holes in the city wall." ”

The other dwarves didn't dare to continue to show off their stunts and bury their faces in their crotches, so they hurriedly followed their leaders and ran out.