"Are these beasts crazy?" Marcus scolded, pulling the steel hatchet out of a jackal's skull

As a dwarf over fifty years of age, he was in the prime of life, and his calves and neck were as thick as old stakes. His muscles were strong and full of knotted tendons, which had been honed by years of beating iron ingots.

Marcuri was a good blacksmith who was skilled in crafting axe blades and bows and arrows, and it is said that a large bow he forged last year was brought to human society by merchants and went crazy, and even sold for a high price of 150 gold coins.

This was one of Marcuri's proudest deeds, and every time he drank too much ale, he would brag about it, but he was always mercilessly ridiculed by the bastards of Ekri, because the cunning merchant had only used two packets of salt to deceive the weapon from Marcuri.

Marcuri also secretly regretted that if there were more than a hundred gold coins, he would have married the daughter of Old John's family a long time ago, and he would not be alone in his fifties.

Marcuri, drunk last night, dreamed again of old John's daughter's sturdy calves and buttocks, and woke up in the morning with wet trousers, so he hurried out without even eating breakfast.

He remembered that he had once seen a beautiful ebony tree, and if he could cut the trunk of the tree, with his skill, he would sell it for at least two hundred, oh no, three hundred gold coins.

Marbury didn't feel his heart burn when he thought about it, and his steps quickened.

The dwarven king never allowed his people to cross the hills, because on the other side of the river behind the dense forest, there was the human world. But now the ban is becoming less and less binding, and the dwarves have become accustomed to dealing with humans, and the salt, spices, and pure ale they bring with them are all very popular goodies.

Marcuri still had some reverence for the dwarven king, so he stopped in the jungle and swore that he would not go one more step towards the riverbank.

This road has been walked several times, but unlike usual, there seem to be many more beasts in the dense forest today, and as soon as he came out of the hill, he had already encountered two jackals and a wild boar, all of whom were stunned and bumped into him as if they were crazy.

Marcuri was not skilled in martial arts, but his strength was not small, and the stupid beast did not pose any danger to him, but only greatly slowed down his progress, and if he ran into one or two more, he would rush to the ebony forest in the afternoon.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the grass in the distance, and Marcuri was startled, and pricked up his ears to listen, and the sound was getting louder and closer, as if a large herd of wild beasts was approaching this way.

"Damn, it's not going to run into wolves, is it?" Marcuri cursed, glanced left and right, and saw a large tree with thick branches climbing up.

As long as you stay honest and don't make a sound, you'll be fine when the herd passes, but it will take a little time.

Marcuri was a little depressed, today is really not a good day to go out, and the situation is frequent.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

I saw countless tall and hideous figures emerge from the jungle, their height was generally close to two meters, their complexion was dull, their limbs were covered with bone spurs, their skin was covered with scales, their fangs were protruding from their mouths, and their eyes were red, and their appearance did not conform to the shape of any race in Marcuri's memory.

The grass and trees on the road they walked drooped their heads, and the leaves began to turn yellow, as if they had been plundered and robbed of their life.

No matter how stupid Marcuri was, he knew that these guys, who were a hundred times more fierce than the wolf, were definitely not good people, and he pursed his mouth tightly, holding his breath, not daring to make a sound.

Damn, who the hell are these people? Do they want to go there?

Marcuri's mind raced, and he hesitated to warn his people, but it was too far away, a hill away, and even if he could fly like a bird, it would be impossible for them to notice him.

As Marcuri pondered, the weirdos below stopped one by one, as if they had received some kind of command.

Marcuri felt that the sky had darkened inexplicably, and there seemed to be a dark cloud floating in the sky, blocking out the sunlight.

He couldn't help but look up, only to see an incomparably terrifying behemoth hovering above his head, its black wings spreading, blocking Marcuri's vision tightly, and the suffocating and powerful aura made Marcuri shudder, and almost let go and fell to the bottom of the tree.

Marcuri gasped for air, clear in the silence of the forest. He has a heart in his heart, and the secret way is not good.

Sure enough, the weirdos below had already discovered his existence and looked up at him one by one.

Being stared at by countless pairs of red eyes, Marcuri instantly felt a cool air rise from the tail vertebrae and spread to his whole body, causing his scalp to tingle and cover him with cold sweat.

Marcuri suddenly found himself falling backwards inexplicably, but his hands were still firmly grasping the trunk.

Everything in front of me became blurry, and only the boundless darkness could be seen.

"Bang", a big foot stepped on the head that rolled off the Marcurry, and the whole head burst open, and the red and white brains splashed on the ground.

With a respectful look on his face, he bowed slightly, faced the demon dragon and said, "My lord, the territory of the hill dwarves is in front, and it should be there soon."

From the back of the demon dragon came the shy scolding of a young man and the flirtatious laughter of a young man.

"Then step over and meet your old elven friends... It is said that the dwarves are the best craftsmen in the world."

Serdan received the order, and a low roar came out of his mouth, and all the dark elf warriors, their eyes red and saliva drooling, rushed to the world behind the hill like a pack of wild beasts out of the cage.

...

At the same time, the Kingdom of Wales.

As a result of King Wautigan's conscription and the increasingly chaotic situation, Wales quickly grew stronger in just a few years.

His successor, Aurelius, was a brave warrior and personally led his army to repel several attacks by the Saxons.

As the kingdom of Wales expanded, so did King Aurelius' ambitions.

He had achieved a great feat unprecedented in the history of the Welsh royal family, he was arrogant, arrogant and empty-sighted, and he wanted to build a large monument to engrave his great deeds forever on the stone monument for posterity to admire.

The king's order was carried out, and 15,000 Welsh soldiers broke the Northern Ireland defences and occupied one of their most famous stone fields, which was filled with giant stone pillars from prehistoric times, known to the Irish as the "Dance of the Giants".

These pillars were the best materials for the monument, but the soldiers could not carry them to Wales, even with the help of the court magicians, who could only move the pillars slightly.

The king's great ideas were put on hold, and Aurelius was furious.

"Your Majesty, there is no one who can bring those boulders to Wales. The court magician's face was bitter, "Unless it's the power of legends." ”

"Legendary, then find me a legendary magician, Wales' strength needs to be witnessed, this is my glory!" Olelius roared angrily, like a vexatious child who could not get the toy he wanted.

"In this world, except for the Elven King and the Dwarf King, the rest of the Legendary-level power is in the hands of the Holy See.."

The court magician's words poured cold water on O'Lelius's head, and he suddenly realized that Wales would never be able to break the rule of the Roman Empire without mastering this otherworldly power, no matter how merry he was dancing now, and when Rome had finished cleaning up the barbarians in the west, he would be able to easily crush his vain power.

Aurelius sat on his throne, and he remembered the two fighting dragons that his father had spoken of when he was alive.

If the legend is true, the red dragon, which symbolizes the Welsh totem, should have the so-called legendary power.

However, no one knows if the Red Dragon actually existed, except for the dead Votigan.

Just then, a hoarse voice came from the darkness.

"Your Majesty, I can solve your troubles. ”

Aurelius awoke and shouted, "Who is it?"

He saw a short figure in the corner of the palace, covered in a black robe, leaning over, as if it was an old man.

"Who are you?" The court magician also looked frightened, his perception was all over the palace, but this person appeared silently, even he, a high-level magician, did not notice, it was terrifying.

There was a burst of laughter from under the black robe, echoing in the empty hall like the wail of a night owl.

"Your father must have told you about me, my name is Merlin Ambrosius. ”