"O glorious Golden Covenant, they have betrayed us, they are the vile Oka (underground ogres, filthy and shady), the great Hammer ancestors, and I swear to you in the name of the dwarves that for the rest of their lives we will never be aligned with humans and elves. ”

After walking about ten meters in the cave, Roque stopped, he noticed a strangeness, there seemed to be some kind of emotion brewing here.

"It's too late, there are more and more demons, darkness has completely descended on the earth, millions of people have died, and the reinforcements are gone! Why do you abandon us!

Rumble!

"What a terrible momentum!" Roque's face changed drastically, and the invisible impact almost made him unsteady.

The anger here had turned into substance, and Roque had some doubts that the dwarf named Gil Azna was still alive.

"What happened to the three tribes, but unfortunately there is no documentary record at all, and there is no way to inquire. From this anger, Roque felt a monstrous hatred, and in his cognition, he had never heard anyone talk about dwarves.

Whether to move on or retreat, Roque hesitated, and sometimes it was not necessarily a good thing to have too much contact. On the contrary, there are too many involvements, and you will get into a lot of troublesome things, even if you ignore them, you will not be able to escape this responsibility.

"Mom, why did Dad put on his armor? Is he going to fight, his leg is broken, don't we have no war?"

"Child, the war has never left, this place is no longer ours, keep up with everyone, there is a new home there. ”

"And what about Daddy, don't we wait for him, he won't find us. ”

"If you can get to your new home, so will your father, who will always be there for you and never leave. ”

"Mom, I don't understand, why are they crying?"

"You'll understand, it won't be long!"

A brief conversation came into Roque's ears, and the woman's voice was familiar to him, it was Gil Azna's, and he could feel the helplessness and reluctance of the other party at that time.

Watching the person you love the most take up arms and go to the battlefield of death, knowing the end, but having to go, you don't even need to give the least blessings.

Pray to the heavens, that's the biggest joke, pray that he will die without pain, or pray that he will be able to kill more enemies.

Toot!

The sound of a low, powerful horn sounded, which was supposed to be the morale-boosting music before the war, which could make the soldiers fearless and burst out with the strongest strength, but to Roque's ears, there was only endless sadness.

"This is a great family!"

With the blood boiling in his body, Roque made a decision, regardless of the race, he believed that the dwarves could be trusted, and the golden oath was certainly never abandoned.

In awe, Roque walked forward step by step, the real anger surrounding him, but it didn't hurt him.

This may be a disguised recognition, the dwarves' resentment towards humans and elves has turned into an oath, and this shackle is difficult to break, but Roque's current situation gives a glimmer of hope for reconciliation.

It's just that nothing can be blindly pinned on hope, but it is indispensable, it is hope that can make people go further, contradictions are inevitable, and only the best solution can be found.

It is a semi-circular space, with a few hooked crystal lamps to make it unusually bright, and it should be similar to a living room for guests to rest.

A bowl of shiny liquid sat on a round table made of black hedrons, and Roque instinctively sat down at the stone table, perhaps because of his unusually sensitive senses.

At that time, this place must have been full of joy and hustle and bustle, but now that people are empty, things are wrong, and Roque is stunned. I don't know why, but at this moment he really wants to know about the dwarves, he really wants to appreciate the former glory of this people, and he really wants to see it with his own eyes.

History is a book, it covers thousands of people, let people know the past, appreciate the endless scenery, but also let people recognize themselves, see the road to the future, it is a precious wealth, throughout the ages, people who are keen on history flock to it, enduring.

"Distant guests, please drink the wine on the table, this is the enthusiasm of the dwarves. ”

The bowl of wine that had been calm rippled, and the beautiful luster was very attractive, and Roque did not hesitate in the slightest, he picked up the bowl of wine.

"To the dwarves, thank you for your hospitality. ”

The level of wine was bland, no different from a bowl of water in Roque's eyes, but tears involuntarily flowed from the corners of his stitched eyes.

"May there be no war in my empire!"

Roque said inexplicable words, even he didn't understand, this sentence actually blurted out, his heart was very heavy, like pressing a boulder, he felt endless sadness.

"This bowl of wine is the farewell wine of the dwarf race, will there be dwarven footprints in history?"

Ding dong!

A strange voice rang out, and Roque only felt the world spinning, and then he saw the light, and the dazzling light stung him.

The sun is shining, and the golden hall is like a giant beast dormant on the earth, and its majestic momentum soars into the sky. Below the main hall, the three clans gathered, and the crowd of black oppression stretched for thousands of miles, and a single shout was enough to form a stormy wave.

All of them had smiles on their faces, they were imposing, they were an unrivaled force, and any enemy would turn into ashes in front of them.

On the altar in front of the main hall, the kings of the three clans, the human king, the elven queen, and the dwarven hammer, made an oath at the same time, leaving their blood on a golden scroll.

"From now on, the human race, the dwarf race, and the elf race have concluded an eternal covenant, and the oath will not be broken, and they will never be broken!"

"Rejoice!"

"Oh yes!"

"Hooray!"

"Brother, the wine of our dwarven clan is the strongest, I invite you to taste it. ”

"Nonsense, our human strong rum is the best, I ask you!"

"Sister of the elves, I am a warrior of the dwarf race, can we have a relationship?"

"Fuck off! I'm a man. ”

"Haha!"

His Royal Highness was filled with laughter and laughter, and the atmosphere of peace and harmony climbed to the top, and as the music sounded, more and more people began to dance, regardless of race and culture, as if they were a family.

Good things always pass with time, maybe a long time has passed, darkness is coming in the distant sky, and a terrible war is brewing like never before.

Where the darkness passed, the sky lost its brilliance, and the splendor of the past was never again. The dwarves marched with low steps toward the darkness, but the endless procession did not have the courage to make the oath.

Behind them there were many more dwarves saying goodbye to their loved ones, taking their weapons from their wives' hands, nodding their heads to each other and marching towards the army with the anticipation of their children.

"Dwarves, you shouldn't have broken that barrier, you're going to be sinners. ”

"Don't you feel how terrible that evil is, we dwarves have never been afraid of war. ”

"Hammer, you are too impatient, we cannot compete with that evil force at the moment, the tree of life will wither, and the earth will fall into desolation, I see that terrible end. ”

"We have to make a choice and leave the spark of hope behind, or none of the three tribes will exist. ”

"The war will not end when it begins, millions of our fellow dwarves have gone to the battlefield, and it is time for you to fulfill your oath!"

Roque returns to reality, this image reveals to him the truth buried by history, and he falls into deep thought, just then, the room on the side suddenly lights up with fire, accompanied by the sound of metal pounding.