There will always be deviations in the truth, and Roque does not doubt that the picture he sees is fake, because everything that happens is inseparable from its underlying cause.

For this reason, he often has to make a choice, he will not criticize the dwarves' actions are right or wrong, and from the information currently available, he still maintains a good sense of this race.

The more you want to explore it thoroughly, the more headaches it will be, and Roque feels that there is no need for this at all, just look at it according to what he really thinks in his heart.

Bell!

The rhythmic and powerful sound emanates from the firelit room, and incredibly, the sound of metal percussion can also be transformed into a pleasant tune.

Roque couldn't sit still, he wanted to find out, even though Gil Azna was history, her footprints would be forever recorded in this place, and that was where the value lies.

The room is surrounded by a rock structure that has a natural feel, and the clear stone walls have a red sheen, symbolizing that this place has been dealing with fire.

The strangely shaped anvil resembles a massive machine tool that perhaps only the dwarves can harness and use their natural powers to bring beautiful pieces to life.

Not far from the anvil sat a vertical shelf on which were placed the crafting utensils, most notably the seven hammers of various sizes, on which time had left an indelible mark.

They are a record of the sweat that their owners once shed here, and all the finest weapons come from here, and no one can take credit for them.

The scorching breath came to his nose, with the thick smell of rust, Roque did not feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, he liked it very much, and involuntarily breathed in the things left in the air.

On the other side of the anvil, a half-meter-wide lattice was carved out of the stone wall, and there were a lot of them, but most of them were empty, and only a few of them were glassware, which were very well sealed, and it was clearly visible that there was still liquid in them.

The huge furnace was placed in the stone wall, which had become one with it, and a huge pipe stretched deep into the stone wall, and I don't know where it led, and the fire in the furnace was so loud that the sound of fire and tiger roaring was incessant.

The layout of the room is simple, but it is the condensation of the dwarven super-high craftsmanship, the value here cannot be measured by the existing material, and everything seems to have some kind of magic, so that Roque can't help but reach out and touch it.

Bell!

"It still failed, the work could not be produced, and it was too late. ”

A figure appeared in the room, right next to Roque, but the two couldn't communicate with each other, or even touch. This is a dwarf, only as tall as his ribs, but born strong, with a broad waistline and strong arms.

Her long wavy hair curled slightly, and her linen outfit made of linen made her look imposing, and although she was a woman, her rugged face made it difficult to associate it with her.

Roque was destined to be wrong, female dwarves have no beards, but there is not much difference in other things, but dwarves are excellent warriors and never let women go to battle.

"Failed works are waste, just let it disappear in the furnace, and I should go. Gilazna's expression darkened, and she walked towards the furnace with the jet-black greatsword.

"Your soul doesn't belong here!"

Suddenly, Gil Azna turned to stare at Roque, as if she had seen through him.

Roque instantly felt like he was being targeted by a hunter, and at this moment he became a little nervous, as if the other party had seen something, and such a strange feeling made him involuntarily make a defensive move.

"She's still staring at me. This is Roque's intuitive feeling, and he is a little hesitant in his heart, whether he should do something or not.

Gil Azna didn't wait for any answer, she turned around, threw her great sword into the furnace, and let out a long sigh: "It doesn't matter anymore, we don't have a future. ”

As the figure dissipated into the air, Roque secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he had a new understanding of this place, some things will not disappear with time, they will exist forever, endlessly.

"She may be a legend among the dwarves, worthy of respect, I shouldn't have stayed here, I should have gone. Roque decided, he felt that he should not come to this place, the dead were gone, the living should be in awe, and it would be blasphemous to disturb this place.

In retrospect, this place should have been buried under the ground forever, but natural crustal movements brought it back to light. Roque had just witnessed this moment, and because the supernatural power had brought him here, was it too late to quit.

The stitched eyelids twitched slightly, and Roque wanted to open them, but in vain, he wanted to be able to see everything clearly before leaving.

"I shouldn't be so greedy. With a sigh in his heart, Roque turned and walked towards the entrance.

"Guest from afar, can you grant me a request?" Before he could leave the room, Gil Azina's voice came.

On the anvil, Gil Azna sat quietly, her face full of anticipation, her eyes always looking at Roque.

"Can you see me?" Roque felt his scalp tingle, did he meet a ghost.

"If one day, Gil Azna comes to you, please help her, she needs help. Jill Azna on the anvil didn't answer Roque, as if talking to herself.

"I promise you. Such a strange conversation, as if separated by infinite time and space, Roque threw away the distractions in his heart and responded solemnly.

Boom!

There seemed to be something in his body that had been pulled out, and Roque somewhat understood, this was a symbol of the establishment of the oath.

"Distant guests, she will come to you. Gil Azina's figure dissipated again.

There was a feeling of detachment in his body, and Roque felt that this wonderful experience was meaningful, and at this moment, the images in the room magically appeared in his mind.

"Is this a gift for taking care of me, a blind man? Roque laughed self-deprecatingly, he had always thought that he would see the world more clearly if he looked at the world with his heart, but he didn't expect the facts to teach him a lesson.

"It's not as good as my eyes, and it's awkward, but I like it, at least I can see what the room looks like. ”

Roque canceled his plan, and he walked over to the lattice and pulled out a beaker with a viscous liquid still shaking.

"Why is it so heavy? What the hell is it for? Intrigued, Roque began to look closely, and a line of words under the bottom of the cup caught his attention.

This is an ancient script, perhaps belonging to the dwarves, and Roque can't read it, but fortunately, in addition to the words, there is also a small pattern.

"It's supposed to be a potion to break the fire. ”

Roque took a deep breath and figured out the dwarven craft step by step, and it was a wonderful feeling, and he carefully opened the beaker, only to hear a pop, but the liquid in the cup was burning.

The first thing that came to Roque's mind was to abandon the beaker, but he hesitated, because the flame had no warmth.

"How so?"

Roque looked surprised, he felt a familiar smell of the liquid in the cup, and before he knew it, the blood in his body began to flow rapidly.

"I feel like I can drink it. ”