The cataclysm spread across the continent, and the dwarven realm was no exception, and among the dwarves there was no division of knights and wizards like humans, but another profession called warrior.

There are two types of warriors, one is an ordinary warrior, a knight similar to a human, with a stronger physique than ordinary dwarves and capable of using sophisticated attack techniques.

There is another one, which is called the Storm Trooper, but the extraordinary power that this kind of warrior can call is not a storm, but thunder and lightning, I don't know the origin of the name of the Storm Trooper in the first place, but it has been used to this day.

The Storm Trooper comes standard with a war hammer, which is divided into two parts, one is a hammer and one is the hammered part, both of which are forged from metal, and when the Storm Trooper strikes the hammer, it can generate the power of thunder and lightning.

Thunderbolt's attack range is very long.

The Storm Warhammer army among the dwarves is the most powerful army on the continent, the elite of the elite, comparable to, or even more powerful than the elite knight forces among the humans.

Amers is a winemaker and a storm trooper.

The previous weapon has been abandoned, and now the weapon owned by Ames is made of fantasy metal, which is made by Anroth, and is many times stronger than Ameth's previous weapon.

In addition, the strength of Ames has also improved a lot.

In the past, Ames's strength in the tribe was very ordinary, only with good brewing technology, he had a little fame, and was loved by many dwarven girls, but now, Ames estimates that his strength should be able to rank in the top three in the tribe.

Coupled with the improvement of brewing technology, this trip should be a return to the hometown, Amers thinks.

With this in mind, Ameth was in a good mood, and he had even seen the image of the brewmaster of the tribe admitting that he was inferior to himself, and the scene of many dwarven girls flocking to him.

For a moment, Amers was a little crazy.

The horse beneath him sensed something hard and neighed in dissatisfaction, and Ames relented, and slapped the horse's buttocks with some dissatisfaction, causing the horse to gallop.

Approaching the tribe, Ameth suddenly became a little nervous.

It's more timid to be close to home, that's probably the case.

It's been a long time since Imers is home.

Finally, Ames arrived at the tribe's territory, but Ames suddenly felt that something was wrong, because it was too quiet, dwarves were never a quiet race, and it was the nature of dwarves to drink and scold loudly.

Even if it's a female dwarf.

But the current dwarf tribe is quiet and terrifying, without the slightest sound.

Did something happen?

Ameth groaned in his heart.

The smell of blood poured into the tip of Amers' nose.

Without hesitation, Ameth quickly approached the source of the smell of blood, and saw a minor dwarf lying next to a straw pile, his head gone, and the blood had dried up.

Amers was shocked.

Suddenly, Amers flashed to the side, and saw a stone hit him squarely.

"Who?"

Amers hurriedly looked around, trying to determine the location of the attacker.

"Ai, Ameth?"

A voice rang out with some hesitation.

"I'm Ameth, who are you?"

A dwarf crawled out of a hole in the ground, ragged and embarrassed, walked up to Ameth and said, "I'm Senna, don't you know me, Ameth?"

Ames was a little impressed, Senna and Ames were the same age, but they did not belong to a small group, they were not very familiar with each other, but they still knew each other.

"Senna, what's going on?"

Senna shook her head and sighed.

"Speak. "Ames almost died.

"Our tribe was attacked, I don't know how many people are left in our tribe now, I have been hiding in the burrow, I was lucky to escape, many people died. ”

"Who did the attack?"

"A bunch of wandering dwarves. ”

"How could our tribe not even be able to deal with the wandering dwarves?" Amers knew very well what kind of existence the wandering dwarves were, because of the mistakes they committed and were expelled by the tribe.

These people came together to form a group of wandering dwarves.

But the strength of the wandering dwarves is not strong, and it is impossible to have the ability to attack the tribe.

"You're not here, I don't know that a lot of changes have happened some time ago, the catastrophe broke out, many tribes have suffered, some tribes have simply disappeared, and those who are lucky have become wandering dwarves. ”

Senna said: "Our tribe has also suffered heavy losses in the catastrophe, and its strength is only half of its usual strength, and the wandering dwarves who attacked us this time have absorbed many people from the dwarven tribe, and they are very strong. ”

"Everyone resisted desperately, but to no avail. ”

"Why are they attacking our tribe?"

"Because there's a place in our tribe that increases the chances of a Storm Trooper being born. ”

The words "Magical Element Flashpoint" immediately came to Ameth's mind, and Amers also knew a little about the information compiled by the Orleans Wizarding Society.

"In order to seize this area, they are killing our tribe, even young children?"

"The name of this wandering tribe is the Bloodhoof Tribe, and the leader has no name, only a nickname, which is called Bloodhoof, and he hates the dwarves in the tribe very much, and does not treat us as one kind at all. ”

"He's even more vicious to us than orcs!"

Amers gritted his teeth and said, "This bastard!"

"Where are they now?"

"Aymes, what are you going to do? But don't go to them, they are too strong, you won't be their opponent, and if you go rashly, you can only die. ”

Ameth was silent, knowing Senna was right.

But just did nothing, and Ames was not reconciled, so many familiar faces in the tribe, so many relatives and friends of Ames, all died at the hands of the Bloodhoof Tribe, this hatred went to the bone.

"If only I had the strength of Lord Green. Emer thought of the scene when Grimm killed tens of thousands of orcs with a single spell, and thought that if it was Grimm, this bloodhoof tribe would definitely be able to be wiped out with one hand.

"Lord Green, Elms, which Lord Green do you mean?"

Ames was silent for a while, and then said, "It's that Lord Green from Orleans, I used to work in Lord Green's castle and help Lord Green make wine. ”

"Great, can you ask Lord Grimm to help avenge our tribe?"

Aimeth shook his head and said, "No, Lord Green is not here, and even if Lord Green is here, I will not ask for it, this kind of blood feud, I just want to avenge it myself." ”

"Forget it, Senna, let's search for how many people are still alive, and if we can save one, count one. ”

Emmers gulped down a large gulp of the spirit, his throat aching.