As Lan Jiu expected, on the surface, the demon clan did not make any big moves. But secretly, the Shadow Demon King is constantly operating new schemes, and the Demon Capital City is their last line of defense, and she can't bet all her hopes here.

Another ten days passed, and Lan Jiu finally returned to normal, and the morale of the human side was high, almost ready to assemble and attack at any time.

In fact, after Lan Jiu woke up, he could be regarded as slowly accepting the military affairs of this empire. On the one hand, he is the husband of the queen, and he is the sword marquis of the former prince, so there is nothing wrong with his status. On the other hand, in the previous battle, he forced back the Chaos Demon King, and now he is also recognized as the strongest person in the human world, and his reputation and prestige are even higher than Murong Yunfan.

For this result, Murong Yunfan was naturally extremely happy, or rather, he hoped that Lan Jiu would come to this point from the beginning.

On this day, Lan Jiu was training his soldiers and horses as usual, but in the distance, a hurried footstep came. Lan Jiu was slightly stunned, this person was really a scout placed in the south of the imperial capital, according to the time calculation, he should not appear in the imperial capital.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Lan Jiu's eyes, and it seemed that the demon clan had made a move. Looking at the person who came, he asked sharply, "I don't know what happened?"

The scout hurriedly knelt on the ground and hurriedly said, "Report to the Sword Commander, it's... It's the old pavilion master of Yanfeng Pavilion... He's dead!"

"Huh?" Lan Jiu was shocked, his body shook, and he directly arrived in front of the scout, and asked anxiously, "What did you say? The old pavilion master is dead? How could this be?"

"Three days ago. Three days ago, the Shadow Demon King personally went to the Yanfeng Pavilion, and when we noticed that we were rushing, we saw that it was already a mess. The old pavilion master is dying, and we have not been able to save him with all our might. Before he died, he handed us a letter and told us that we must deliver it to the imperial capital in person!" said the scout, a little sadly.

Over the years, I have been accustomed to seeing life and death, and I have seen through life, but this fate is inevitably a little too desperate. The old pavilion master, Lan Jiu has always respected him in his heart, especially after reforging the king sword for him, he has an unexplained kindness, but at this moment, he is already separated from life and death.

Lan Jiu sighed slightly, took a step back, and fell into a helpless emotion in his heart.

There was a hint of sadness in the corner of his eyes, and he looked at the scout and whispered, "Take out the letter!"

A letter was handed over, Lan Jiu carefully browsed it, and then the whole person was stunned. Then he looked at the scout and commanded in a low voice, "Stand down, go back to the south, and stay there!"

The words fell, and Lan Jiu's footsteps were wrong, and he disappeared in place in an instant. Whether it was the scout, or the soldiers around them stayed in place, they all looked at Lan Jiu's back a little blankly, but they all secretly guessed in their hearts what was written on that letter.

In less than a stick of incense, in the imperial palace.

Lan Jiu, Murong Ying, Murong Yunfan, and Li Yixiang gathered together, and this time it was not just them, but also two or three "masters" who had been in the imperial capital for a long time. These people are not strong, but they all have a common characteristic, they are well-read and well-versed in ancient and modern times.

But I only heard one of the masters say with some displeasure, "I don't know why the Sword Palm Marquis gathered us here today?"

In fact, it's no wonder that they are arrogant, after all, age is there, and naturally there is a sense of superiority. These three people are basically Wenchen of Murong Han and Murong Yunfan's father's era, and they have been served by the imperial capital to this day.

Murong Yunfan also frowned slightly, and asked helplessly, "Xiao Jiu, but is there something wrong?"

Naturally, he didn't have an opinion on Lan Jiu, he just didn't want to work with these older generation of Wenchen in front of him. Wenchen Moke has always had a pretentious and high-minded character, not to mention these older generations who rely on the old and sell the old, and they have never given them a good look.

Lan Jiu was not annoyed, or rather, the grief on his face overshadowed other emotions. I only heard him whisper, "The old pavilion master of Yanfeng Pavilion is dead!"

"What!" Murong Yunfan was startled, stood up, and the teacup in his hand fell down directly. His eyes froze, he looked at Lan Jiu, and said with some anger, "What's going on, what's going on?" aren't we shooting people stationed around Yanfeng Pavilion!"

"It was the Shadow Demon King who personally took action, and by the time our people found out, they were already on the verge of death!" Lan Jiu said helplessly, "But now, it's not the time for revenge, I have more important things to ask you." I don't know if you've ever heard of it, dwarves!"

"Dwarf?" Murong Yunfan repeated the name in a low voice, then shook his head.

The rest of the people also shook their heads, in fact, Lan Jiu also didn't have this concept in his heart. In other words, there is no such term in today's history books.

Finally, after a long time, I only heard one of the old characters Wenchen speak, "Dwarves, I've heard a little, but that was many years ago... This race is no longer within our reach, I wonder how the Sword Commander Marquis would mention this name again?"

Lan Jiu finally breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, someone knew, and he no longer hesitated at the moment, and directly mapped out the light curtain of the book.

"I, the master of Yanfeng Pavilion, I know that the limit is coming, so I leave this book, and I hope that the emperor will pay attention to it.

The lineage of Yan Feng was inherited from the dwarves, but it was also destroyed by the dwarves. I had a premonition of this disaster, but the things I protected were too important to leave.

However, after all, the underground disk still fell into the hands of the demon clan, and only the demon clan had entered the underground world at this moment. This disaster is caused by humans and demons, and there is nothing wrong with the dwarf world, but the hateful demon clan tries to use the power of the dwarves to reproduce the original magic crystal cannon, and the human race is in danger.

Therefore, I leave this letter, hoping that you soldiers can protect this underground race and human beings for me!"

......

This is a short letter, painted in blood, probably the blood book left by the old pavilion master before he died. However, the above content is too unbelievable, what an underworld, what a dwarf race, it sounds like a fantasy novel.

Everyone was stunned in place, even Murong Yunfan, who was originally grieving because of the death of the old pavilion master, was holding back his mind at this moment.

"It's... The underground city turned out to be real! The underground disk that had been lost for thousands of years was originally hidden in the Yanfeng Pavilion?" said Wen Chen, who knew a little more, in amazement.

Lan Jiu asked in a low voice, "My lord, I don't know if you can tell us in detail, what's going on with this dwarf clan?"

"That was about 10,000 years ago, at that time, the demon race was not yet a climate, and humans coexisted peacefully with the elves and dwarves!" the Wenchen said in a low voice, slowly speaking.

Lan Jiu hurriedly asked, "What about later?"

"Later, hehe, how can others sleep soundly in the place where they lie on their sides?" a fierce light flashed in the eyes of the Wenchen, and he said viciously, "One day, a war broke out between the human race and the two races... Although it was only guided by some people, it still ended up causing heavy casualties. ”

Eventually, both the elves and the dwarves disappeared. However, the Dwarves have always claimed to be good friends of humanity, and they have revealed to the outside world that they have forged a huge subterranean city beneath the earth, completely cut off from the surface world. However, there is also an underground stone outside, which can find the entrance to the underground world. ”

The Wenchen continued, "Originally, I just thought that the casting technology of the Yanfeng Pavilion was extraordinary, but now that I think about it, I am afraid that they are inherited from the dwarven clan! This magic crystal cannon is extremely powerful, if it is really reforged by the dwarven clan, it will definitely be a disaster for our human race!"

Lan Jiu asked in a low voice, "It's just that now, the underground disk is lost, and we can't find any other direction at all, don't we know if there are other ways to reach the underground world?"

Na Wenchen thought for a moment, then frowned and said, "If it was placed before, even if there was no underground disk, but if the Pavilion Master of Yanfeng Pavilion was here, there must be another way... But now..."

Although his words came to an abrupt end, Lan Jiu could also understand what he meant, now that the old pavilion master was dead, I was afraid that there was no other way. I was helpless for a while, do I really need to go to the Demon Capital City and snatch the underground disk?

But, do you really have any other choice? Lan Jiu asked himself, although the Demon Capital City was dangerous, it was still within a controllable range. But if the magic crystal cannon reappears in the world, then the ending will be different, I am afraid that the empire, no, and even the entire human race will suffer.

At this moment, Na Wenchen seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly said, "I suddenly remembered that in addition to Yanfeng Pavilion, there is another place where I probably also know the deeds of the dwarf clan!"

"Where?" Lan Jiu's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, and he hurriedly asked.

"The Titans!" said in a low voice, "The Titans were the most loyal and reliable companions of the Dwarves, and even the Djinn Gods of the Titan Clan later became the guardians of the Dwarves... If what I expected is right, the inheritance of the Titans must have recorded this matter!"

"Ah????" Lan Jiu hadn't opened his mouth yet, but Xi Tianming on the side exclaimed, "This, why have I never heard the adults in the family mention it!"

Lan Jiu glanced at Xi Tianming and nodded. Then Xi Tianming said in a low voice, "Okay, I can take you to try it, but the elders of our family are not very good-tempered, so they may not be able to help!"

"It's okay, try it!"

When the words fell, everyone also retreated. Lan Jiu also planned to go to the Titan Clan with Xi Tianming to see what mysteries the so-called Dwarf Clan had. As for the final success or failure, it is still unknown!