"Lift me up, help me up. Luo Ling shouted to Elaina. They were now hiding behind a gun emplacement, with Luo Ling sitting on the ground with her back against the earthen wall, but she had been watching the battlefield from behind the battlements with her head turned sideways, while Elaine was treating her body injuries.

"You can't do any more nonsense. These golems aren't fit for you to fight!" Elaina roared in a rare sight.

"No! I feel like something is wrong with the golem's behavior. Luo Ling stood up by herself against the earthen wall, "I want to see more clearly, help me stand on the wall." ”

Elaine couldn't resist her, so she could only help her to stand on the wall. She held Luo Ling's hand with one hand and her leg with the other, with an angry look.

Luo Ling stood on a high place and observed for four or five minutes against the cold wind. Her expression was serious, and her mouth seemed to be silently muttering something.

"Quick! go and call the village chief of Yasen. She said to Elaine.

Yasin was fighting with the Golem at this time, and the old village chief with white hair was wielding an ordinary war hammer, and his body was full of fighting energy, although the old man was full of color, but his momentum was not inferior to that of the young man. He heard Elaina calling him, and knew that Luo Ling must have something important, so he hurried to the edge of the earthen wall.

"Your Excellency Luo Ling. You must have made some important discoveries, right?"

"The situation is urgent, let's make a long story short. Do you dwarves have any songs that have been passed down for many years and that everyone can sing, and which is very significant? Folk songs, war songs, anything!"

Luo Ling's words made Yasen very confused. However, her previous performance gave him a lot of confidence in her, so he said, "If there is one song that every dwarf sings, it is 'Ode to the Hammer'." This is a song that dwarves have sung for unknown thousands of years. Whether it's when we're in the Dwarven Kingdom, when we're slaves in the Black Dragon Empire, or when we're living in seclusion here, we'll all sing this song. ”

"Okay, Chief Yasen, you take the people who didn't participate in the battle to sing this song. I'm sure it will help you in the fight!" Luo Ling said.

"But ......"

"I can explain it to you, but not now, for every minute we delay talking, a dwarf dies. ”

"Okay. At least singing can boost some morale. Yasin said, got up and beckoned to the two airgunners who were still looking for an opportunity to shoot, and ran towards the battlefield.

"Why do you want to sing?" Elaine asked after Yasen left, "it must not be as simple as boosting morale. The way you just looked, you must have been thinking about something. ”

Luo Ling coughed a few times and smiled: "You're right. I'm not 100% sure what will work out of it, though. You'll have to try it before you know what to expect. ”

When she saw Elaine waiting to look at her with big eyes, she knew that if she didn't say that she was ugly, the other party would definitely not give up, "You know I'm sensitive to numbers, time, and rhythm. Just now, while healing, I noticed that some of the golems were fighting at a slower pace and there were a lot of unnatural pauses. ”

"Why didn't I find out?"

"Very subtle differences, such as the fact that some golems pause for a quarter of a second when they raise their knives and slash. Or there are golems who are looking for enemies and their gaze stays in a certain place for half a second. ”

"Isn't that strange? Maybe they're just running out of power?"

"So I'm going to see what's affecting them. Finally I analyzed their actions and came to the conclusion that they seemed to hesitate a little when they killed the dwarves, or when they saw the dwarves who were sacrificed. ”

"Why didn't I see that?" Elaina watched the battle for a moment, but found nothing.

"As I said, it takes a keen sense. Luo Ling pointed to a place on the battlefield where four or five dwarves had fallen in a miserable shape, "Several golems will pause for a moment when their eyes pass by here. ”

"So, I have a guess, is it that the golem's mind, which belongs to the dwarves, has been awakened by these sacrificed dwarf images?"

"I see, you want Yasin to sing and evoke their racial memories?"

Luo Ling nodded: "Listen, it's started." ”

"The river of lava, boiling and tumbling,

The flames danced, forging my soul.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Hammers, roaring like a wave,

Steel is bone, forging my ......"

The old and majestic song rang out from the corner of the battlefield, which was not loud in the noisy and chaotic battlefield, but it passed through blood and fire, knives and guns, and rang in the ears of many dwarves.

This melody is a lullaby engraved in the memory of every dwarf from childhood, and has accompanied them since they were born. These words record legends, tell the history of the dwarves, and praise the civilization of the dwarves.

Sinclair slammed the golem's spear away, and as he fought hard, he sang to the tune, his voice hoarse and out of breath, but the voice joined the melody firmly:

“...... Warhammer wielding, breaking the wall,

Pickaxe strikes, not afraid of danger and depth,

In the valley, in the depths,

The beginning of all generations, the city of glory......"

Whether it's a gunslinger shooting around, or a fighter fighting on the field, many people are infected by this familiar and stirring tune. More and more voices are becoming part of the song.

At this time, the Golem's behavior became strange, not only did it become sluggish, but it also became more and more weak.

A dwarf, who was about to be hacked to death, found that the tip of the golem's knife had reached his nose, but stopped there tremblingly.

Some of the golems, though still fighting, seemed to be drunken and stumbled, unable to aim at their targets again.

In addition, the golem's consciousness was split, and his left hand grabbed his right hand holding the knife, so that it could no longer swing the weapon.

"I see. Yasin had stopped singing and came to Sinclair's side. Sinclair's opponent fell to his knees and began to punch himself in the head. It's just that it seems to be limited by some kind of rule, as soon as the hand is close to the head, it becomes weak, so it smashes a lot, and it only makes a clattering sound.

"The village chief. What's going on?"

"It's our brother who is helping us ......," Arsin watched as he kept smashing his head and snatched the hammer from Sinclair's hand, "it's time for us to help them escape from this cage." ”

The old village chief walked up to the golem and said, "I'll help you." ”

The golem actually removed its palm and stuck its head out in front of Yasen.

Yasin ignited his fighting spirit, and smashed the golem's head with all his strength, and a white evil spirit floated out, it seemed to want to pounce on Yasin in front of it, but what made it hesitate.

"It's all your compatriots and descendants here, don't hurt them. The old village chief said slowly, "You no longer belong to this world, return to the arms of the god of forging." ”

The demon let out a chirp, then began to struggle and shake, and finally, like a popped balloon, broke free from the octopus-shaped restraint and dissolved into nothingness in the air.

"I see. Sinclair said softly.

"Go, in the ode to their ancestors, let them be freed one by one. ”