Djeru looked out of the palace window for the last time.

The visible dust drifted in the air chaotically, and the exhaled air quickly condensed into a layer of hoarfrost on the glass, and on the other side of the Great Ice Lake, the lights of the Divine Casting City were bright and extinguished in the darkness, like the stars in the night sky of the Bailing Mountains, it was not only the lamp, but also the fire.

Djeru turned, and the stone slab that had just been lifted behind him was firmly covered, and then covered it with gravel and dry firewood. The area around the old palace was deserted, and in the distance, the city of Godforge was in the midst of fierce offensive and defensive battles, and Djeru fled here along the tunnels inside the city.

Due to a riot many years ago, the ruins of this palace have been separated from the Divine Forge City, and no one usually comes here at all, only the ruins of the dilapidated palace, the broken and rotten beams, the door of the palace, the tattered fences, rubble and rolling logs are piled up indiscriminately, the people of the dwarven tribe simply do not bother to do the demolition of the dilapidated palace, the new palace, the new city is built on the other side of the mountain quite far away, Djeru can even see the black outline of the new palace tower at night.

Djeru sat against the wall, the White Ridge Mountains were cold all year round, the cold stone wall almost stuck the muscles in his back to it, Djeru tore a rag from his arm and wrapped it around his right hand, faint fluorescence glistening through the gaps under the cloth, Kiru clutched several small pill vials in his palm, even the thickness of his thumb.

Djeru carefully placed the vial on the windowsill, knowing that he had enough time, and that the enemy forces that were attacking the Divine Forge City in the distance would never be able to reach it until at least before dawn.

Djeru sat cross-legged on the ground and untied the hemp rope that bound the scabbard around his waist - among the dwarves, Djeru was already quite tall, but compared to humans, they still could not carry swords on their backs like humans, but tied them with ropes and straddled them across their waists.

Djeru drew the blade out, and in the dark blue night, the cold moonlight shone in, and the blade was suddenly covered with a silvery halo.

He gently uncorked one of the bottles, and a pungent smell filled the palace, and Djeru squared the blade of his sword on his legs, and poured the potion from the bottle on the blade.

There was a slight snort on the blade, and a white gas rose, and the potion slowly spread across the blade, and the blade was coated with a milky white mucous membrane.

Djeru set the blade aside, and quickly unscrewed the other two bottles, pouring the potion into his mouth.

In the dwarven tribe of the Kingdom of Rossa, they are not only good at forging steel weapons, but also at alchemy, and Djeru is the best among them, the cold liquid flows down his throat, and the strange taste spreads in his mouth. The climate of the Bailing Mountains is harsh, but there are also many plants that can be used as medicinal herbs, but these alchemical elixirs are not just to drink, if there is no concocted antidote, this is tantamount to the most violent poison.

Djeru's breathing had been calm, but soon it was getting faster and faster, and he could feel his blood rushing up his head, and the feeling of swelling coming from the muscles of his face.

"Huh?" Djeru suddenly opened his eyes and jerked behind him.

Djeru's potion is an alchemical synthesis that enhances his ability to move at night, and now he can clearly distinguish even the sound of a cat's paw falling on a dead branch and leaf, and the sound of human footsteps sounded in the stairs outside the palace, but this sound is not dense, whether it is an enemy or a compatriot, Djeru will not leave a living mouth.

Gently lifting the sword at his side, Djeru made his way down the abandoned palace steps.

The footsteps got closer, but soon faded away, and soon a slight stream of water took its place.

A human soldier was standing in the corner of the palace and excreting the waste liquid in his stomach, the moonlight in the Bailing Mountains was bright enough, and Djeru, who had drunk the alchemy potion, could even see the shaking organs of the other party's body, Djeru held his breath and rushed up with an arrow.

The human soldier suddenly felt a cool air coming out behind him, his hands were still sitting and lifting his pants, and his eyes had subconsciously looked over to the place where the cool breeze was blowing. The bright moonlight allowed him to see Djeru's face as well.

The human soldier's heart twitched twice, his throat opened into a slight, indistinct sound, and the muscles of his face twisted violently with subconscious fear.

A sneer tugged at the corner of Djeru's mouth, this alchemy potion made his current appearance scary enough- The original thick beard has turned dark red from the root, and he has been absorbed by the alchemy medicine, his face is even whiter than the moonlight, in order to adapt to the night environment, his pupils will become as slender as a cat, but the pupil color will become red blood, he definitely does not look like a normal human being, even in the daytime, the other party will take a big jump when he sees his appearance, let alone in the abandoned palace in the middle of the night. Djeru's sword quickly slashed past the human soldier's neck.

Thump!

The human soldier quickly fell to the ground, the dark red blood gushing out of his neck mixed with the urine on the ground, and the sense of smell enhanced by the alchemical potion allowed Karui to quickly catch the foul smell that spread.

The other party's eyes remained wide until death, Djeru pursed his lips, not so much that this human soldier was killed by himself, but that he died of fear, his sword blade had been smeared with poison, and this layer of milky white liquid would quickly kill people even if it touched it a little.

Djeru breathed a sigh of relief, it was better to kill an enemy than a fellow man, and Djeru carefully retracted the blade into the scabbard, wrapped the scabbard in sackcloth, and put on a thick black cloak with a hood covering his head, leaving only the beard peeking out from the edge of the hood.

"Everyone, please take care. ”

Djeru turned his head to look at the location of the Divine Forge City, under the onslaught of the human empire coalition forces, the Divine Forge City may be able to hold out for a while, but the defeat is only a matter of time, but as long as he is alive, the dwarven tribe still retains the last spark.

Djeru's figure soon disappeared into the dark blue night of the White Ridge Mountains, and his goal was to go all the way south, there are still many places on the continent that the tentacles of the two empires cannot touch for the time being, and the Death Fjord, and even the Naga Sea, are the best shelters.