How did the legend begin and how did it end? Are the stories that have been passed down since ancient times based on the oral accounts of survivors, the sporadic notes in yellowed books, or those records of existence that have far exceeded the life span of human beings, and have been preserved as a pastime? Hearn Sigget, the king of the kingdom of the Greylion, sat on the bed in his bedroom and thought as he looked out the window at the moonlight. Many people thought that as a king who had been an adventurer, Siggett's personal life should have been quite exciting, and the fact that he had not yet married confirmed this statement. Although the people of the Grey Lion loved their king, that didn't stop them from writing one affair after another for the king. But unlike most rulers, Siggett not only doesn't punish these scandals, he sometimes even goes to the tavern in disguise to listen to the stories, and laments how good it would be if they were true.

The king of the blue lion is not without desire, he is also an ordinary person, but the encounter with his old friend Andre in the underworld in his early years taught Sigurt a cruel truth. Facts about Hearn, the family that the Blue Lion people worship as royalty. That is their ancestor, the founder of the kingdom was not a glorious pioneer as it has been handed down, no, he was indeed a pioneer, but with the help of some special means of pioneering. Mother of the Crypt, who responded to the call of the original Blue Lion King and established a kingdom for the latter. But like all the others who have prayed to these evil gods for help, they will always pay a price, and that price is the life of all living things in the kingdom that will be harvested when the Dark Heart burrows out of the earth. Isn't it a fair deal? The current king smiled and drank the fire lily from his cup, the miraculous liquor brewed by his closest friend, the Hammer Great.

The bloodline of the Hearn family must be severed, and the rest of the kingdom is innocent compared to the disappearance of a family and the loss of a surname. Siggett stood up and walked to the table by the window, a gift from a dwarf on one of his birthdays, not to mention the exquisite materials and delicate polishing of this piece of furniture, but what the king liked most was that André had carved a model of the entire hammer collar on the table with his own hands. The dwarven craft Sigurt was well aware, and more than once in the years of his common adventures he thought that André only needed to put down his axe and pick up the chisel, and that his carving would be enough to make him a famous master among the nations. The carvings on the long wooden and stone table in front of him were even more exquisite, not to mention the mountains and rivers, all the settlements and houses in the Hammer Realm were also carved in such a delicate and exquisite manner, and every time the king looked at it, he could always find details that he had overlooked before, and even he once thought that the carvings on this table were a projection of the land. And today, as he prepares to pour himself another glass of wine, the unthinkable happens.

On the table, the molten iron city, which had been built by the Hammer Grand Duke for decades, reinforced with dwarven technology, and whose defensive power was still above the royal capital, suddenly collapsed downward. What looked like the ground that held the city shattered in an instant, and the hollows beneath the surface instantly pulled the magnificent walls into darkness, but since it was all just happening on the model, it only made a soft "poof" sound. Sigget, who was pouring the wine, was startled by the sound, and his hand shook, and the glass full of wine fell from his hand and fell to the ground and shattered into a puddle of debris. The king stared blankly at the collapsed molten iron city on the table, he didn't know what it meant, reason told him that it might just be a carving that had been damaged naturally by too much time, but deep down, that wild instinct told Siggert that things were definitely not that simple, and that something extremely bad had happened.

"Your Majesty, has something happened?" asked the waiter outside the door after hearing the sound of a cup breaking. The king looked at the molten iron city on the table and shouted to the people outside the door, "Send me someone to contact the Hammer Archduke! Quick, send a messenger with a carrier pigeon, and I will confirm the status of the Hammer Collar before sunset tomorrow!" "Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Wait," Siggert walked to the bedroom door, opened it, and grabbed the waiter's shoulders before he could leave. "Let Atticus come, I'll wait for him in the study. ”

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At the same time, Cheese, who had fallen asleep due to excessive energy consumption, also woke up in the witch's house. The moment the mage opened his eyes, the magic in his eyes frightened everyone around him, especially Colandy, the spellcaster who was inextricably linked to Cheese and was one of the few people in the room who could feel the sudden burst and disappearance of Cheese's huge magical power. When the energy in the gray-robed mage's eyes dissipated, Elsa dared to step forward and ask, "How do you feel?"

The mage got up, and then he realized that the room where everyone was in the previous command room, and that he was not lying on a bed, but just some hay wrapped in cloth. "How long have I been asleep?" "It's only been a day, but maybe it's because of the magical barrier, and the people in the royal capital have seen dragons much less than we expected. Elsa said, throwing an object into Cheese's arms, "Give it back to you, and the next time you do something like this, please tell me first, Master Mage." Obviously, she was very unhappy with Cheese's previous apparent surrender of control of Migo to herself, when in fact she got rid of the restriction that the dragon could not attack the contractor.

"I'm sorry. The mage smiled wryly and took the dragon flute in his hand, thus restoring contact with the red dragon. After a casual exchange with Migo and telling him that he was fine, Cheese put the flute in his robe. He looked around the room, "What about Jack and Lady Aemia?" Kolanty walked over, and the mage noticed that her eyes were still green, probably a follow-up to last night's magic release. "Mother and Mr. Jack have gone to clean up the supplies, after the magic in the house fails, many things have been thrown back into the real space at random, Mother is counting the items that can still be used, Mr. Jack and Ms. Mona and One-Eye... The lady was assisting her. ”

"Sorry, I went too far. Thinking that the source of the magic failure was the dragon fire that he had guided, Cheese scratched his head, and the expression on his face was a little embarrassed. "Please don't say that, if it weren't for you, we'd be dead. Besides, although the defensive magic has lost its effectiveness, the soup pot has not been affected, and as long as it is still there, we can rebuild it sooner or later. The young witch looked at the mage and thanked him sincerely.

Cheese nodded and stood up. Elsa gently held his right arm to prevent him from falling, and the mage, who was indeed in a weakened state, did not refuse. He walked to the corner of the room with his help, where Lothar and the networm were playing chess. The Count looked up, chuckled, and said, "You look pretty good, and when I saw the signs of your fight, I thought you would have to lie in bed for at least a while." "I'd also like to lie down for a few days if I could. But..."

When she saw Cheese's expression, Lothar already knew that the other party was not here to comfort herself or thank him for helping him resist the ghoul attack last night, and the mage had obviously made a discovery, and this discovery required his strength. "Nothing, tell me, what do you want me to do? I and my axe will be happy to serve you. Cheese smiled reassuringly when he heard this, and for the next step in his actions, the Witch Hunt Knife and the powerful warriors that matched it were a must. "I don't know if I'm right, but I think you'd be happy to kill a lich with Hearn's hand?" According to Cheese's guess, the transformation of Edward's patriarch into an undead creature and the presence of powerful magic attached to its shovel are most likely the lich he encountered in the Iron Keep. Since he didn't die from the spatial turbulence, it is very likely that the other party also survived and was also in the royal capital. And if you want to deal with the lich who truly has an immortal body, the witch hunting knife is the best choice.

While several people were talking, the door to the hallway was opened. Colandy turned her head and thought it was her mother back, but she frowned unconsciously when she saw someone coming. "What are you doing here?"

Rain ignored the witch, and the man, who seemed to have a perpetual sad face, walked straight to Cheese and whispered something in the mage's ear. "Say, what?" Cheese stared at the bard with wide eyes, unable to believe what he was saying. And Yu just nodded lightly with an unavoidable expression, "You heard me right. The Molten Iron City has collapsed. ”