About three months ago, it was discovered that all the dwarves of the hills had vanished without a trace, along with their proud blades.

This made the merchants who were still thinking of making a lot of money dumbfounded, the dwarves were gone, what to do with their goods, many people put all their belongings on this, and they couldn't sell them, they had to pay for their bottoms.

The atmosphere in the tavern was a bit dreary, and everyone seemed listless.

At this moment, a figure suddenly broke into the tavern.

He was dressed in gray linen clothes, which were stained with all kinds of stains and wine stains, and he had long been unrecognizable in his original color, his hair was messy, his beard was unshaven, and there were large pieces of eye feces stuck to the corners of his eyes, which looked very depressing.

Many people in the tavern knew him, his name was Abel, a guy who liked to brag and talk big after drinking, and he was also one of the merchants.

"Hey, Abel, come over for a drink. "Someone greeted him.

The expression on Abel's face was very strange, it was the kind of excitement and excitement, which was mixed with various complex emotions such as surprise, bewilderment, and incredulity.

"Guys, dwarves behind the hill ... Back, back!"

Abel said this, and everyone in the tavern looked at him for a moment of silence, and then instantly boiled.

"Oh Abel, you are simply Andrew's glory, and I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life."

"It's the most beautiful quote I've ever heard since I was born... Hey Abel, you should be a bard."

"Haha.."

The tavern was filled with all kinds of laughter for a moment, as if it came to life all at once.

"Where are they? Are all the dwarves back?" someone shouted at Abel.

"They're just outside the town," Abel himself thought was a little incredulous, "the dwarves have come out of the forest and are coming to us."

"Wow~" someone exclaimed exaggeratedly, "This time we even saved money for hiring carriages and guards, these dwarves are so caring.."

Someone shouted, "They must not have tasted my tobacco, they are holding it too hard."

Everyone burst into laughter.

"What are we waiting for?"

"Empty the dwarves' purse!"

The crowd let out a strange cry of excitement and soon rushed out of the tavern, and they could not wait to return to the inn, take out all the goods they had brought, and come to the edge of the town.

Because of the continuous rain, the sky has always been dark and gloomy, and it is difficult to see clearly, but I can barely distinguish those figures who are walking far through the jungle, and they are generally much shorter than ordinary people, and they are indeed dwarves.

The merchants were looking forward to it, like a guard of honor specially prepared to welcome the arrival of the dwarves.

Only Abel was still puzzled, and he couldn't help but speak: "Hey guys, did you see what the dwarves brought in exchange?"

"What do dwarves have?" said someone scoffed, "they even have muscles in their heads. See? Those beautiful weapons they have in their hands are exactly what we need... The kingdoms of Britain are at war, and these are sought-after goods, all of which can be exchanged for gold."

Abel suddenly felt that something was wrong, he felt that he had overlooked something very important... Dwarves who suddenly disappear and suddenly appear, cross the hills, and have swords in their hands...

Abel suddenly came to his senses, his eyes widened instantly, and he shouted in horror, "Guys, those dwarves are not here to trade with us! they want to start a war with us.."

"Whoosh", apparently, Abel's reminder was a little late, and a flying arrow shot down the hapless guy who climbed the highest.

Sharp steel arrows pierced his entire skull, and the creature was still daydreaming of gold coins until he died.

The merchants screamed, and they realized at last that they were not greeted by the fools who were about to be pitted by them, but a pack of jackals with their fangs bared.

More arrows fell, and people continued to scream and fall. The pale-faced Abel hurriedly glanced back before escaping, only to see that those short figures were already close at hand, but the appearance was completely different from the dwarves in his memory.

Their bodies were as thick as stakes, their eyes glowed green, like those of wild beasts, and their faces, twisted and hideous, with mouths full of fine sharp teeth, and some even had sharp horns on their heads.

These aren't simple dwarves, they're monsters!

Abel escaped, and the monsters quickly rushed into the town.

With sharp swords and axes in their hands, they slaughtered the people of the town like sheep, and powerful adventurers stood up and fought them, only to die on the stray arrows that flew out of nowhere.

These monsters also eat human flesh!

Able was reluctant to give up his half cart of sheepskins, and when he wanted to run, it was too late, so he could only hide in the pile of furs in a hurry. He saw with his own eyes that the unlucky guy who lived next door to him was torn apart by two monsters as a broiler, and his intestines were scattered all over the ground, and the strong smell of blood almost made him vomit.

The screams continued for a long time, and then gradually subsided, and Abel hid in the pile of fur and did not dare to move, and his whole body was soaked with cold sweat.

He listened to the silence outside for a long time, so he crept out to see if the monsters were gone.

But not long after Abel came out, he was caught by two monsters who came back to search.

Poor Abel was so frightened that he closed his eyes and waited for death, but he fainted with a pain in the back of his head.

When Abel woke up again, he found himself lying on top of a cart, surrounded by people who were frightened and frightened.

They wore thick chains on their hands, and the man-eating monsters were distributed around them like soldiers, as if they were escorting goods.

They are the goods in the car.

Abel didn't know where the monster would take him, and the only good news now was that his life was temporarily secured.

Instead of eating people, the monsters would regularly throw pieces of meat at their captives to make sure they didn't starve to death.

The pieces of meat were fishy and smelly, and I don't know what they were cut from.

After walking for six or seven days, the monster had already taken Abel and them far, far away into the forest.

Abel didn't know where they were now, but judging by the monsters' happy expressions, it seemed that they were not far from their destination.

Abel felt a hint of heat in the air, as if he had arrived in another world.

The dirt and rocks under his feet turned black, and the eyes were all black, without any vegetation or animals, and the sky in the distance was covered with thick clouds, obscuring the sun's brilliance, making this area seem to be forever night and no day.

All the captives were thrown out of the car, and Abel lost one of his shoes, and felt a burning foot on the black stone floor with his bare feet.

When he crossed a mound, he finally knew why, and the distant sight made him stunned.

A crimson opening in the ground with hot lava flowed from it. Next to the magma was a huge stone mountain, nestled on an incomparably large black tree trunk, on which countless monsters of different shapes wriggled, holding stones in their hands, as if they wanted to continue to build the stone mountain.

From time to time, there was a low roar in my ears, and the sound of clanging against the rocks, and the magma rolled, and a huge black demon dragon burst out of it, circling and roaring in the sky.

At this moment, Abel almost thought that he had broken into hell.