The western part of the continent, at the foot of Mount Ulamobi.

This is the westernmost part of the continent, with the largest city on the continent, the Dwarven City.

The city of the dwarves. As the name suggests, this is a city dominated by all dwarves, the home of all dwarves, and the most difficult place on the continent to be breached.

Dwarves are natural warriors, small but powerful, often armed with sledgehammers or axes, and each dwarf is armed with two muskets, allowing them to shoot both in close combat and at range.

Dwarven mercenaries, one of the most prestigious troops in the continent, are known for their ferocity and fearlessness, they are like the grim reaper on the battlefield, taking death wherever they go.

No one wants to go to war with the dwarves in a place where there are 70 million permanent adult dwarves, and if anyone does, don't be surprised, they must be crazy.

The city of the dwarves is built around the foot of Mount Uramobi, which is directly enclosed by a labyrinth of streets and houses of varying heights. Because the largest city on the continent has no walls, it is more of a huge settlement than a city.

Here we have to talk about the Ulamobi volcano.

Ulamobi is an active volcano.

The eruption of this volcano is extremely regular, erupting every 200 years, each time in the afternoon. In order to prevent the city from being infested by magma, the dwarves used the power of the whole clan to build diversion troughs on the Ulamobi volcano, one by one, like a boundary on a chessboard, all over the mountains of Ulamobi Volcano, through which the dwarves could divert the magma to other places, and the thick mineral-rich ash could be used as fertilizer to fertilize the crops.

The benefits of the eruption of Ulamobi are much more than that.

Long ago, Dwarven artisans discovered that the magma of Mount Uramobi was extremely high in metal, and through the cooling and forging of the magma, Dwarven artisans obtained very good quality steel from it, which they named Uramobi Steel.

Compared with other steels, Uramobi steel has a higher melting point, tougher, and after forging, it will also carry a natural Uramobi pattern, which is very beautiful, according to the aesthetics of the dwarves, this is the gift given to them by the god of forging, and every ten years they have to hold a grand sacrifice ceremony to thank the god of forging for their love.

Dark and Fat Tiger are now hanging out in the city.

After following the dragon hunters to the dwarven city, the two sides waved goodbye. Socrates and the others are going to sell the dragon materials they just got on hand, and Dark and Fat Tiger are going to take the teleportation array to Victoria Harbor to get a feel for what the most prosperous place on the continent is like.

The teleportation array from the Dwarven City to Victoria Bay will only be available in three days, so during the time when the teleportation array is opened, Gloom and Fat Tiger can only stay in the city.

It is not without benefits to stay, at least you can experience the customs of the dwarf tribe, the wine produced by the dwarf tribe is very famous, and you will be sorry for yourself if you don't try it.

So, he took Fat Tiger to a tavern opened by a dwarf, ordered two glasses of special wine, and a cold-cut beef to drink.

The amber liquor was served in a special oversized oak glass, along with a basin-sized plate filled with beef fillets.

The heroic spirit of the dwarves is evident in the food. They seem to be particularly fond of eating large pieces of meat and drinking a lot of wine, and the containers for food are incomparably large and full of portions, and they feel that they can eat themselves with just such a plate of beef.

"It's been a long time since I've drunk a dwarven special. I can't remember the last time I was here. Fat Tiger took a sip of the liquor from his glass. The amber liquor slides down the throat and into the stomach, bringing a mouthful of wheat aroma and spicy pungency.

"Comfortable!" Fat Tiger took a sip and drank all the wine in the glass, then slapped the empty glass on the table, "Another glass!"

It's the first time I've seen such a heroic side of the fat tiger. In front of him before, the fat tiger looked like a submissive little brother, but he didn't expect the fat tiger on the wine table to be so crazy.

The Terran bartender came over and took Fat Tiger's glass. In the city of dwarves, there are the most human races besides dwarves, and there are many human races who work for dwarves here, among which the blacksmith apprentice is the most, and in addition to this, there are bartenders.

Due to the particularity of the dwarven city, there are a lot of Terran tourists here, so these Terrans who work here also have a lot of income, with an average annual salary of ten gold coins.

He took a sip of his wine slowly, and the spicy rush made him very satisfied. It's worthy of the dwarven wine, it's strong enough!

Another glass of special wine was served, and Fat Tiger didn't directly take it up and drink it all this time, he first ate two slices of beef, and then took a sip of wine, so that a large glass of wine could be drunk for a long time.

I know why Fat Tiger drank so slowly, the price of such a cup of dwarven special wine is five silver coins, and the price of two glasses is one gold coin, even if you have money, you can't consume it like this.

"Okay Fat Tiger, drink as much as you want, don't care how much it's worth, I have a lot of gold here. If you don't enjoy it today, people will think that I am abusing my subordinates. With a shake of his hand, he threw a money bag on the table, the mouth of the money bag was open, and two gold coins rolled out of it. Look inside. Good fellow, this is slowly filling a money bag full of gold coins.

"Really?" Fat Tiger's eyes suddenly flashed with golden light, and his expression was like a hungry wolf that had been hungry for a long time.

"Of course it's true, why am I lying to you. Pointing to the money bag on the table, "Anyway, that's all the quota for you, three hundred gold coins, you can drink whatever you want." ”

Three hundred gold coins, this is not a small number, the fat tiger's eyes lit up because he could drink a lot, and some of the surrounding drinkers had a greedy glint in their eyes.

The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds. The people who drank in the tavern were also ubiquitous, and some of them were used to burning, killing and looting. In their opinion, the dark and fat tiger with so many gold coins on their bodies are like two fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, if they can do it secretly, then the harvest will be a lot of money.

"One more drink!"

"One more drink!"

"One more drink!"

Fat Tiger turned on the wine fairy mode and began to pour special wine one by one. He sat aside, bouncing up and down a gold coin of the Elven Clan with the World Tree printed on it.

It was the last one Sylvia had left him.

For the fierce eyes around him, he smiled slightly.

If you are not afraid of death, come.