"Do you mean that? I still have some impressions. In the throne room of the castle, Atticus interrupted the king's narration with a frown. "You scared Leon a lot that time, and if it weren't for the safety of you and the Hammer Duke, I'm afraid he would have committed suicide and apologized. Speaking of this, the Iron Knight smiled, although many years had passed, but thinking that Leon had been in a state of suspicion for a while, he wished that there was no noise around him, so he wanted to check it. "Didn't you say afterwards that you were just separated?"

"Oh, I lied. After all, at that time, Andre and I both felt that only the two of us knew about it. The king on the throne seemed to be energized by talking about his youth, tilting his head and shrugging his shoulders, and frankly confessing his lies.

"So, it sounds like the matter is just about to get to the point?" Cheese was already interested at this point, and even if the next twist was not discussed, the mere fact that three men raided an entire camp and captured each other's priests was enough to be written into poetry by the bard and sung in the tavern for decades.

"Yes, until we evacuated the steppe camp, things were going smoothly. If we made the mistake of that raid, it may be that Andre and I were too caught up in the adventure itself to carefully check the state of our captives. The priest who had been knocked unconscious by us, he woke up before we were noticing. As he spoke, the king's gaze drifted away, and he fell into memory once more......

The captives who woke up during the transport did not make a rash noise. He wasn't sure if he could defeat the men who were carrying him in his conscious state. And the surrounding environment reminded him that this was no longer a camp for the steppe people, and even if the intruders hadn't gone far, it would take time for the stupid warriors to find it. As a noble priest, at least he himself thought so, that he should not risk his life.

Soon, the captives had an idea, a spell from their god's mansion that could kill the damned lion thugs in an instant, and the only problem with this spell was ...... In the past, this spell was cast with a sacrifice to Mother Earth, followed by three to five priests. However, at this time, he could not care about so much.

"Hey, is it my delusion, or is this guy's tattoo glowing?" Siggett said abruptly to his companion in front of him. Because dwarves have better dark vision, Andre walked ahead of the captive by the hair, turning his head impatiently when he heard the cries of his companions.

"Are you sure it wasn't because your... Hammer on top!" The dwarf's voice did not reach Leon's ears, for he, Sigget, and their captives had disappeared into the grass as he spoke.

"Poof!" With a dull sound, the two friends were in pure darkness before they realized what was happening. Their quick reflexes kept them from falling when they fell, but the metallic texture on the soles of their feet and the invisible feeling of oppression above their heads made them realize that this was definitely not anywhere on the grassland.

"Damn, what is this place?" the dwarf's voice came through the darkness. However, even Andre, who usually speaks across two rooms, subconsciously lowered his voice in this completely unfamiliar environment.

"I don't know, but I bet this guy does. The king said, lifting up his hand. It was the only source of light in the darkness, and the nomad priest's tattoos glowed faintly in the darkness, making him the most striking creature here.

In fact, Siggett was not right about this, the priest he captured did not know the darkness better than the two, and when the caster himself was shrouded in darkness, he knew that something must have gone wrong with his spell. But the heat of the tattoo also told the priest that his spell had been successful, and that it had even been done very well. You know, he has only seen such a thing as the tattoo glowing on his body in the High Priest of Mother Earth, who led the nomads to abandon their backward beliefs and convert them to the arms of Mother Earth in a very short time.

The panicked priest kept reciting the eulogy of Mother Earth, the only way to keep him from going mad in fear. But what he was waiting for was not the salvation of the Divine Mansion, but the hairy, broad palms of the dwarves. The dwarf slammed his mouth. "Shut up, you're going to kill us, you ignorant, reckless, retarded idiot! you've led us into the temple of evil gods!" shouted André to the priest.

"What's going on? do you know where we are?" Siggat had never seen his fellow dwarves speak in such a tone, and he frowned in the darkness, wondering what could make the brave dwarves so, terrified. Yes, the king could feel that his fellow dwarves were afraid.

"What's going on!You ask me what's going on!Don't you see it yet?This is the Sanctuary of the Dark Heart!Look at the floor beneath your feet, this metal is only used by Him!" The dwarf roared, but gagged himself as he realized what he was doing, and then continued after a long time, "Sorry, you know I didn't mean that. I just, too nervous. ”

"I don't care about that, but for our safety, you'd better tell me more about the dark heart in your mouth. Sigurt said as he strangled the priest's throat with his arm.

The dwarf was silent for a moment, as if hesitating to tell his human friends about it, for perhaps there was a reason why these ancient secrets had been passed down from generation to generation among the dwarves, but few of the foreign tribes knew about them. In the end, though, Andrei decided to trust his partner. "Okay, okay, but don't come to me if you're scared to sleep. If we can get out of here. ”

The dwarf used the hammer in his hand as a crutch on the ground, and the metal ground made of metal made a crisp crash with the hammer head. "Hear me, nuclear gold, that's what we call it. This metal doesn't belong to the earth, and you won't find the same type of rough in the world's mines, but it's not an alloy. It's a symbol of something, a symbol of a terrible being, like the sulphur of a demon, or the rain of a wet soul, except that because the heart is buried deep in the earth, the creatures of the earth hardly know about it. ”