"The Road of Legends?"

The old steel hammer, who was busy by the iron stove, wiped the sweat from his head, glanced back at Leo, and continued to devote himself to building.

"You've only been level 19, and you're thinking about breaking through the legend before level 20?"

The old steel hammer raised the sledgehammer in his hand and smashed it the iron felt.

After thinking about it, the old steel hammer asked again, "Is there anything urgent to do?"

"Yes. ”

Leo watched as Seklin forged a piece of pure white ore with dots of inky dots flowing like butter, and a little spark reflected in his eyes. "There are very important things. ”

"Legends don't happen in a hurry. ”

"Bang!"

The old steel hammer slammed down again, smashing the ore flat as paper.

"Like this ore, it has to be smelted at high temperatures for seven hours before it can be incorporated into your bugati. Faster or slower doesn't work. ”

Leo nodded silently.

"Are you waiting for those inky spots to turn golden?"

Old Steel Hammer glanced at Leo in surprise, saw his slightly shiny pupils, his eyes lit up, and asked, "Is this your Sanctuary ability?"

"Perspective perception, not very powerful ability. ”

The old steel hammer shook his head and said, "The strength of ability does not have to be measured by combat. If you use this ability for forging and alchemy, you are born a top master. ”

Leo was noncommittal.

The old hammer withdrew his gaze, and his mind was on the ore again.

He took out a small hammer and struck it at the half-melted 'tissue paper' until all the black spots were gone.

But in Leo's field of vision, the black spots were not gone, but were cleverly smashed at the bottom by the old steel hammer, clinging to the iron felt.

"There's a piece there, it's not clinging. ”

Leo said suddenly.

"Where?"

"Bottom left, three centimeters to the right, two centimeters to the top. ”

The old steel hammer raised the small hammer as he said and pressed it repeatedly in that area.

The old steel hammer said lightly: "It's true." ”

At the same time as the ding-dong banging, the old steel hammer said in his mouth: "What do I say, you have an unparalleled advantage in forging, how about it, do you want to learn from me?"

"It's still free. Leo refused. "I'd like to hear what you have to say about the legend. ”

The old hammer glanced at Leo with pity on his face.

"I can't talk much about the legendary road, because even if I have been in the legendary stage for three hundred years, I still have no clue about the origin of the power of the legend, only the story when I achieved the legend has never forgotten. ”

After thinking about the dog, the old hammer said to Leo, "Come on, this will only need to let the other dwarves control the temperature, and I can tell you about my experience now." ”

The old hammer put down what he was holding and led Leo to the inner hall.

"What about your regiments? Aren't they coming to listen?"

To the question of the old steel hammer, Leo replied helplessly: "Isenus has found the direction to advance to the legend, and Ente said that he does not need to advance to the legend, and Omoni is a spellcaster, so he doesn't need this experience." ”

Leo's expression was a little depressed.

Judging from the progress of his cultivation, he is at the bottom of the team, and he is one place higher than Little Paul.

Regarding the condition of the other members of the adventure group, Old Steel Hammer was also a little surprised, and exclaimed: "Your team members are very powerful. ”

Leo pouted.

While speaking, the two of them had already arrived in the war room.

On the walls of the war room hung two maps, one large and one small, the larger one was the topography of this land, and the Tonia Falls, the Sea of Falling Stars, the Fangyuan Lake, and the ice crystal deep sea that separated half of the continent could all be found on it.

The smaller one is a detailed map of the vicinity of Histangal, including the course of the rivers before the freeze, the mountains and rivers, the soil and sand, the elevation of the terrain, and the cracks in the caves, none of which have fallen.

And in the center of the war room, a model of Istangarh is also placed.

"Proportional scaling, real-time updates. ”

The old steel hammer introduced.

Leo touched the model in amazement.

This little thing, which is only a few meters in radius, shows all the houses, the paths, and the short bridges hanging between the rooms in Istanbul.

Even Leo could see the house that had been blown up by the stubborn old dwarf not long ago.

This gave Leo a new understanding of the miniature carving and craftsmanship of dwarves.

"Here. ”

The old hammer pointed to a spot on the minimap.

"It's the place where my father, Nocklin, died in battle. ”

Leo's gaze followed the old steel hammer's fingers to a river that stretched out of the deep sea of ice crystals.

"Since the God King's ascension to the throne in the decisive battle of Nosar, all the races have retreated to the edge of the land in fear of the God King's superior combat power. Our dwarves were forced to stay here because they were in the hinterland and had no time to retreat. The god-king was focused on expelling the aliens, and he didn't care about our dwarves who had no way to escape, and Istangarh escaped. ”

"Thankfully, the God King suddenly disappeared after expelling all the races, which gave us time to breathe. ”

"In the past seventy years, my father, Nochlin, has finally broken through the legend in one battle after another, and only then has the strength to deal with the rest of the churches that have been sublimated into gods. But two fists are hard to beat four hands, and my father also died one day. ”

The old hammer gradually fell into the memory...

"Goat riding! Stop the human assaulters! Don't let them get close to the musketeers!"

In front of a wide river, a dwarf who was a head taller than others was riding on an equally tall black goat.

"Keep shooting, keep shooting, don't stop, beat me into a sieve of all the human rafts!"

Under the command of the strong dwarf, a group of goat riders behind him gradually accelerated, rushing towards the humans who had crossed the river on the bank.

However, the goat ride did not have the desired effect. One of these soldiers rose up and slaughtered the dwarven cavalry.

"Damn! Sanctuary mixed in with ordinary soldiers! Don't they have even the slightest sense of honor!"

The dwarf cursed.

"Seklin! Kill him, can you do it!"

"A level eighteenth-level chick! I don't even know if the Sanctuary ability has stabilized, I can send him back to his god's embrace in ten rounds!"

A young dwarf roared at the same top.

Looking at his appearance, it was the old steel hammer when he was young.

Needless to say, the young old steel hammer rushed forward with a war hammer.

Nochlin left it alone, and continued to command the army to prevent the humans from breaking through the last line of defense outside of Histangal.

The dwarf's voice was astonishingly loud, and at the same time, there was an endless amount of words in his mouth, and for a while, the battlefield was full of the noisy roars of the dwarves and the sound of the dwarves' muskets.

"Whisper, am I in command or you, and goats to ride! Don't let your goats bark!"

"Shields, Cover the Muskets, Human Bowmen Shoot at Our Muskets!"

In the chaos of the battlefield, a pair of eyes emerged from the shadows behind them, aiming at the back of Nocklin, who was in full command.

Nochlin seemed unaware of this, still grumbling and directing the army.

Sensing that the time was ripe, the eyes disappeared, revealing only a pair of eyes, slowly approached forward, and then stabbed Nochlin in the back of the heart.

Nochlin roared as he commanded, and with an abrupt turn, he slammed the raiding dagger away.

"Thorn of the air!" Nochlin brandished his hammer and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"I said, I always feel like a wet tongue licking my back, it's you! I'm so sorry for you, how long have you been hiding in this rat's place? three days, five days?"

"It's seven days. ”

The Air Thorn drew a dagger from his waist and struggled to meet Nochlin's attack.

The Assassins were far less powerful than the Warriors in sustained combat, and were often restrained by the Warriors in frontal combat.

Therefore, in general, after an assassin fails to strike a single blow, he should flee far away. But at this time, the thorn of the air is uncharacteristically fighting to the death.

As the thorn of air dragged Nocklin's attention, a scream rang out in the sky.

Noicing the strange noise in the sky, Nochlin roared fiercely: "A fly, a mouse!"

Nocklin's mouth was full of disdain, but most of his mind was on the sky.

In the sky, a man with huge wings on his back held a huge riding spear in his hand, staring at Nocklin.

The thorn of the air below couldn't get support for a long time, and couldn't help but curse: "Sky Wings!

Hearing this, Sky Wings waved its wings and slowly descended, and its figure flickered, appearing between the Air Thorn and Nochlin, and unleashed Nochlin's weighty hammer.

"Don't be angry, didn't I find the right opportunity. The man with wings on his back said with a grin.

Nocklin's offensive was frustrated, so he hurriedly took advantage of this moment to breathe a sigh of relief and looked at the two people opposite.

"God of conspiracy, god of the sky, you two churches really wear a pair of pants. What about the God of Light? Isn't he the boss of both of your churches? You've both appeared, and he's still going to hide behind?"

"Didn't you say our boss, of course he's behind you. Skywing blinked, motioning for Nochlin to look behind him.

At the same time as the Sky Wings blinked, Nochlin suddenly felt a burst of heat rise behind him, and before he could turn his head, he surged forward and fell to the ground.

Behind him, a crimson stream of fire grazed Nocklin's back and crashed into the verdant grass.

Nochlin stood up with a grim face, looked at the male figure suspended in the sky, and spat out a mouthful of ash: "Flame of the Immortal Bird!"

Seeing the legendary mage, Nochlin was even more energetic, his eyes widened, and he shouted, "Very good! As long as I kill you here, Istangel will be the fortress that will never fall!"

Faced with the encirclement of three legends of the same level, Nocklin's eyes not only did not have fear, but his fighting spirit was high, and his eyes stared at the legendary mage in the air.

Istangarh couldn't attack it before the god king achieved the god throne, and now he has replaced a group of local chickens and dogs, forgive them for not even being able to attack the first line of defense.

The premise is that without this legendary mage, the Flame of the Immortal Bird.

The Flame of the Undead is a master at manipulating fire, and if he were to smash the walls of Histangarh from a kilometer away, the walls that the siege artillery could not do would melt into the ashes of the heat.

Sky Wings snorted and said, "The dwarves are talking more and more fiercely than the other, so isn't it just you dwarves who are left to resist now?"

Nocklin's face was solemn as he turned to Skywings, and he said, "Dwarven lives never lie when they burn. ”

Nochlin looked at the river, and Seklin had just smashed the sanctuary's head with a single blow.

This violent scene made the three legends frown at the same time.

"This son of yours is also a threat, the upper Sanctuary can have a few moves with the legend, if he steps into the legend, he can keep your dwarf safe for a hundred years. Why are you dwarves so much to do?"

Sky Wings gritted his teeth and said, his tone full of murderous intent.

"It's his honor to be so valued by a legend!"

Nocklin put his son's life and death behind him, and stared at the Flame of the Undead Bird.

Suddenly stared at by the death-minded Nocklin, the legendary mage's back was cold, and he screamed violently: "Stop him! Don't let this filthy dwarf come near me!"

But Nocklin, in the dwarves' usual laugh, had already crashed into the arms of the legendary mage like a cannonball, so that the other two legends had no time to stop them.

The roar of the battle startled Seklin looked back.

In the dust, Seklin could only see a winged shadow cutting off a head from a corpse.

"Ahem. ”

In a cloud of flames, the legendary mage slowly condensed from the flames.

The Flame of the Undead, as his legendary name suggests, has the ability to be reborn from the ashes.

"Fortunately, the previous god gave me this life-saving ability, otherwise I would have to go to see the God of Light this time. ”

The reborn legendary mage was so weak that he couldn't even maintain his flying stance.

After glancing at Nocklin's corpse on the ground, the legendary mage ordered, "You two do it, slaughter this dwarf!"

The Church of Light, the Church of Conspiracy, and the Church of the Sky, although the three are brother churches, the Church of Light is undoubtedly their boss.

The other two legends naturally have no objection to the boss's arrangement.

Speaking of which, the two of them did not protect the legendary mage effectively, and they would have to be punished to a certain extent when they went back, so it would be good to make up for it at this time.

The eyes of the two legends fell on Sekerin.

The pressure of the legend is incomparable, but the greater pressure is the collapse of the pillar.

The front line relied on the river to attack half-crossing, and the human race was beaten unspeakably. However, at this time, the high-end combat power in the rear was killed by a surprise attack, and the good situation on the battlefield suddenly became the enemy on the back.

At this time, most of the elite of the dwarves are here, and if these two legends are allowed to kill them, none of them will be able to escape!

Secklin's mind went blank.

In his world, such a scene had never been envisioned, and Nochlin had always been the protector of all dwarves!

Even though the situation was critical, as the most powerful combat power among the remaining dwarves, he still subconsciously met it.

"Stupid!"

For no apparent reason, the word popped into Sekerin's head.

"No! it's bravery!" Seklin cried out inwardly.

"It's stupid. You can't even beat a legendary hand!"

The voice said unceremoniously.

"But if I don't go up, my people will be finished!"

Seklin's cry was only in his heart, and in reality he just stood there blankly, his lips white, and his body trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing Seklin's movements, the corners of Skywing's mouth pulled into an arc of nothingness, and he shouted and mocked, "What are you doing? This is the brave and fearless dwarf? Hey, look, this guy is trembling!"

"Don't talk nonsense! the faster you move, the fewer soldiers on the front line will die!" the legendary mage scolded.

"Okay, okay, you're the boss. "Sky Wings doesn't care. He flapped his wings and pounced on Seklin from the air, and the huge cavalry spear was pointed at Seklin's heart at high speed.

The instincts cultivated over the years played at this moment.

Seklin subconsciously swung his hammer and smashed the muzzle of the gun, letting it pass by his shoulder.

The pain brought Secklin back to his self-talk.

He looked at the dwarves behind him who had lost their command and were retreating, and then at the two legends in front of him. The voice in my heart rang out again.

"What are you waiting for? Escape, you can only bury your people here! As long as you are alive, you will be able to avenge them one day!"

This self-contradiction illustrates the confusion in Secklin's heart. Race, survival, blood feud, pressed on him without warning.

He used to say the same, and the shell of his strong and brave was suddenly stripped away.

It is only when we face the pressure that we cannot bear that life feels weak.

(Father, what should I do?)

When Secklin's heart was gloomy, the corner of his eye seemed to see Nocklin's corpse move in the dust.

(Father?)

Just when Secklin thought it was his delusion, a white soul floated from Nocklin's corpse,

Seklin was taken aback, not daring to look at the soul more, for fear that the three legends would notice something unusual.

However, the three legends were unaware of it, allowing the soul to float behind Seklin.

Nocklin's headless soul grabbed Seklin's right hand holding the hammer, and Seklin felt a chill at his wrist.

"Hey, where are you looking, boy!"

Skywing's huge cavalry spear swept in, and Seklin subconsciously swung his hammer at it.

"Boom!"

To everyone's surprise, Seklin's unremarkable blow actually knocked Skywing's mounted spear in half.

"Hey, hey, hey. Skywings looked at the damaged weapon in his hand in disbelief. "What's going on, why is this dwarf so powerful all of a sudden. ”

Seeing this scene, the legendary mage who was pranayama in the distance suddenly shouted, "You two do it together!

Legendary?

Sekrin looked at a blue and white palm print on his wrist.

He didn't know if he was a legend or not.

But the belief of the dwarven clan has always been the same, even if Nokrin dies in battle, his soul must help Seklin, then as the next generation of the Steel Hammer Clan, he will never disgrace the glory of the ancestors!

Inexplicably inexplicably inspired, Seklin roared and used the remaining strength of his father's soul to kill the two legends.

This time, he killed all the way to the setting of the sun, crossed the river, and left behind the corpses of the legendary mage and the air thorn.

Looking at the remnants of the fleeing human race, Seklin finally relieved himself, his eyes darkened, and he fell straight to the ground.

“... So you're so confused that you're a legend?"

Leo's skull ached.

Such an experience does not seem to have any reference value at all.

"I still don't know if I broke through the legend by myself, or if the ancestors blessed the clan that brought me to the legend. The old hammer replied honestly.

Leo sighed.

"Thank you so much for sharing. ”

(So, is it still possible to have legendary power only if you have gone through a legendary ordeal.) ）