The legions of the Haters are mighty.

They sang ugly and strange tunes, with completely incompatible lyrics, which made Guo Sen sound extremely uncomfortable.

Compared to the dwarves who lived in the fortified castle, these haters didn't seem to care how sloppy they were.

The hides on their bodies seemed to have turned into lumps, dyed with a strange color of dirt, blood, and liquids of various colors that could not be seen.

Except for their beards, which were cleanly shaved, their hair and eyebrows were too messy.

Especially the bald guy in the lead, whose hair is unusually flowing and moving.

Guo Sen couldn't help but think of a lyric on Earth.

Like a seaweed, the seaweed flutters with the waves.

Seaweed, seaweed dancing in the waves~

If it weren't for the overly serious expressions on their faces, or living on his sphere, Guo Sen really thought that these people were some kind of beggars on the earth.

Jokes are jokes, though.

The haters, according to his assumption, were the pathetic forsakens who had been banished into the pits by the Rock Settlers.

The slope made of fallen tree trunks, dirt, and rocks that they had just come up had probably just been built.

Whether it was this slope, or their tamed black wolves, or those delicate and sharp weapons, it was clear that the haters had been waiting for this day for a long time.

They were very well prepared.

Guo Sen really couldn't imagine that he had just come to this continent and encountered such a big thing.

Originally, he thought that he would have to spend a considerable amount of time on the side of the Rock Settlers to observe their civilization, but he didn't expect that there seemed to be no time at all.

I'm afraid that if you want to observe, you will have to wait until this battle is over.

Guo Sen saw that when the haters passed through the grassland, a small army of nearly 500 people suddenly turned around and went in another direction, taking a small road.

Path?

Does it have something to do with what they say about "that thing"?

He immediately recalled the words of baldness and melon seed eyes.

With "that thing", the rock-dwellers will come out of the fortified city.

What's that, exactly?

Guo Sen looked at everyone in the small army and found that they really didn't have anything strange on them—if those jerky that looked like they were hairy.

Hey, you're going to get food poisoning.

How long has this been the jerky!

It's okay, no!

Food safety is very important, you know?

If you eat a bad stomach, you will still be a fart in the war.

Guo Sen complained frantically.

However, it can also be seen that the haters have really been preparing for this war for a long time, and they have stored so much food for so long.

Save to ...... It's all moldy and hairy.

If they were killed by the rockers because of diarrhea, then these haters would probably be able to leave a very strong mark on the history of the rockers.

Guo Sen thinks this is very possible.

He even looked at the food in the pockets on the backs of the other dwarves with interest, most of which were moldy.

Alas, what a neat thing.

It seems that it is really possible, my own speculation.

His eyes followed the special force, a small army of five hundred, in a valley full of rocks and gravel, where there were basically no more vegetation except moss and weeds.

Their goal seemed to be clear, but Guo Sen looked down on the direction in which these people were heading, and found that they seemed to be running straight to the east.

Hey, the farther away you are, the better you go? The tribe of the rock-staying people, but due south!

What are these people doing over there?

Even if it's looking for "that thing", it's a bit too ......

The group walked for an hour, and the locked aperture continued to move eastward, farther and farther away.

Guo Sen didn't have the patience to be distracted to see what they were going to do all the way east, but once again locked on the main force of this group of stop-and-go haters, and turned his gaze back to the side of the Suyan people.

On top of this castle, it has completely entered a state of war.

The narrow walls were not the same as before, and they were already densely packed with dwarves wearing helmets and armor.

Each of them had hammers all over them, and their eyes were constantly searching the city, and their expressions were extremely nervous.

Guo Sen's gaze was fixed on the helmets and armor of the dwarves, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart.

This is the first time a sapient creature has ever crafted a helmet from his orb.

As one of the most basic pieces of armor, helmets are actually of great importance in protecting the most vulnerable part of humanoids - the head.

In the course of battle, if there is no helmet protection, even if the enemy's weapon is not sharp, even if it is smashed on the head, it can achieve a certain killing effect.

But if you wear a helmet, then this kind of accident, or damage beyond the scope of the weapon's level, can be mitigated or even avoided.

What's more, the helmets of the dwarves of the rock-dwellers are still made of metal!

Guo Sen had been amazed by the forging abilities of these dwarves since three hundred years ago.

At that time, they were able to forge all kinds of iron objects with fairly good craftsmanship.

Whether it's a hammer for combat, a makeshift nail to fix the wood on a transport cart, and a variety of metal tools, you can see how talented they are at it.

And now, they've made an iron helmet that can cover almost the entire head, with only the face and beard exposed, and it looks unusually strong!

The helmet, after a thousand beatings in their hands, fit the shape of almost everyone's head.

Moreover, the helmet worn by the leader I saw before was actually carved with some patterns and patterns on it, and even a water-blue gem was inlaid on the top of the helmet.

Aesthetics and practicality.

I have to say, the dwarves are really quite powerful.

As for the armor, it was almost entirely made of iron.

However, compared with the chain mail on the primitive people I saw before, this armor that is flat as a whole and has no ups and downs that can almost wrap the whole body, is not so outstanding.

Guo Sen found that not everyone of the dwarves seemed to wear this kind of armor, but only those of higher status such as the chieftain.

He also realized that the difference in rank between the dwarves and the tribes was already quite large.

Guo Sen was actually still a little dissatisfied with the dwarves' choice of weapons.

These guys don't seem to want to use their ingenuity for weapons manufacturing and research for three hundred years, and have always used the hammer that hurts their heads when they look at it.

The last time he saw them hunting, they had rained hammers on the heads of their prey, and three hundred years later, the dwarves were equipped with hammers.

Do they want to throw hammers down the walls?

Just thinking about it, I think it's a bit ridiculous......

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