Darkmoon Mountains, Hill Dwarven Territory, Stratos. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was a sprawling city made of pure steel, with a dwarven style of roughness and grandeur, with dwarven huts that were mostly round and as solid as iron ingots, while the chimneys and towers were abrupt, strange and indescribably harmonious.

The Hill Dwarves are the best race at digging and forging, and they have built their own cities from generation to generation with the vast deposits of minerals and leyline lava beneath the Darkmoon Mountains.

At this time, only a third of the huge city was visible on the surface. Beneath the surface, there are even more massive underground cities, as well as prestigious arsenals near and far.

It is said that tens of thousands of dwarves worked here, and the weapons and armor they forged were capable of arming the legions of the entire Saint-Lance Empire.

At this time, on the tallest defensive tower of Stratos.

Tygrin Stormhammer had been standing here all night, his face facing south, his eyes as if he could see through the sky.

Unlike ordinary hill dwarves, he had no thick beard, and his face as firm as a rock was as white as powder, but this did not detract from his majesty, and his narrow eyes were as sharp as a blade with every flicker, and his square countenance was like that of the most majestic and indifferent judge.

His tall body is not like an ordinary dwarf, almost four meters tall, his strong body is not the slightest thin, his exposed skin is as hard as a rock deposited for countless years, and his gray-brown body surface is embellished with fine natural patterns.

It stands to reason that such an alien should be discriminated against in a dwarven settlement, but in fact, whether it is the dwarven guards guarding around him or the dwarven elders with scepters behind him, they all look at him with a reverent gaze, which is respect from the heart, trust that is not mixed with any impurities.

Just because he is the ruler of Storatos, the heir of the Stormhammer family, and the king of hundreds of thousands of hill dwarves!

Just because, he's a ...... King of the Hill!

The strange kinship between the dwarves and the Titans is no longer a secret, and the king of Stratos, the Stormhammer family, is said to have a trace of the bloodline of Duigal, one of the four great gods of the dwarf race, and each generation will give birth to the strongest king - the king of the hill.

They possess terrifying physiques, powerful enough to throw storm hammers that fall like meteorites, and the hearts of the most passionate warriors swelling in their chests, never fearing any challenge, no foe, and they are natural leaders, eternal goals for dwarves, never compromising or giving up.

They can even use the most incredible means in the most critical moments - the gods descend to earth.

"There, in the direction of Ilmasu, I felt a wave of strength that made me tremble, it was the battle of countless strong men, and there was an existence that made me fear and revere.

According to the agreement with the Igor family, I should be standing there fighting for protection at this time, but at this time, I am suppressing the blood in my heart here.

Archelder Gregory, do you think I really made the right choice?"

The sun was rising, the mountain wind was still cold, and Tygrin's hair was dancing wildly, but his gaze was fixed on the sky long away, and he did not move for a long time.

Behind him was an old dwarf with a white beard, and through the thick beard, he could see only the folds that could trap mosquitoes and the calm eyes that seemed to be a pool of stagnant water.

He took a step forward with a scepter, and the crisp sound of collision showed that the inconspicuous scepter was also cast of metal, and his eyes also looked at the sky, and he sighed slightly and said softly: "My king, even if you go, there is nothing you can do."

We can all feel the surging evil power of the order, and a devil lord as powerful as a throne can't help but strike, you know what that means. ”

"I know, I know, the city of Ilmassu cannot be saved, and countless human beings will die, although it has nothing to do with us, but we still break the previous covenant, which is disrespectful to Moradin.

And do you really think that if the Igor family falls, we will be spared? ”

"Yes, it does, but we don't have a choice right now. My king, I know that although you have accepted my advice, you are still hesitant in your heart, but please consider all Stratos, hundreds of thousands of hill dwarves cannot be without your behalf. ”

"I understand, I understand what you said, for the sake of hundreds of thousands of people, I agreed, and I didn't go. As if speaking to the Great Elder, but more to strengthen his faith, he turned around, and his giant-like body began to walk towards the hanging staircase.

"I only hope that Duigar, who has lost his courage and persistence, is still worthy of being followed by the dwarves?!"

Behind him, Grand Elder Gregory also smiled wryly and followed in unison.

However, after only taking a few steps, Gregory suddenly turned his head, his gaze turned like an eagle's eyes, as if he could see through space, and Tyglin also stared at the distance like a flame.

Gregory: "No, I feel another breath, and it's the breath of the realm. ”

Tygrin: "Not only that, but also the power of the collapse of space, and some kind of spell that can be triggered by borrowing rules, that's right, a ninth-level spell, a forbidden spell that only legendary wizards can use." ”

Gregory: "Also, this, this is the feeling of facing the throne, this is the breath of another throne, how is it possible? How is this possible? Is it the one from the Saint-Lance Empire?"

Tygrin: "No way, that one won't just make a move!"

Gregory: "No matter who it is, the Igor family has a much deeper heritage than we imagined, and this battle may really have a different outcome." ”

Tygrin: "That's a good thing!"

Gregory: "It's not necessarily a good thing, after all, our actions amount to betrayal. ”

Tygrin: "That's not a good thing, but I'm still happy.

I need the most detailed details to find out the exact process of the battle for Ilmassus, and perhaps we will have to pay some price to appease the anger of our allies. ”

Gregory: "If they can make it through, it's worth it!"

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To the west of the city of Ilmassus, where the Orcs are infested.

A gnoll man dressed in dark scale armor stood in place with a flail, the aura of the dark and chaotic abyss almost like a whirlwind rising into the sky, his eyes were dull and cold, like a wild beast without reason, brutal, killing, bloody and evil.

However, at this time, his eyes looked at the sky, but there was a little difficult choice.

Eventually, he turned and left, taking with him the horde of orcs.

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To the south of Ilmassu City, in the Golden Plains, a group of ogres surround you.

"Why, why should we retreat?" a two-headed ogre roared indignantly, questioning the leader's choice without hesitation, without any disrespect in his words.

In front of him was a short man who was a few points smaller than the other ogres, and although he was also wrapped around his waist in animal skin, and the weapon in his hand was a huge mace, he was much cleaner, whether it was the skin that could be seen in his original color, or the neatly combed hair, or the body odor that did not smell, it showed that he was different.

Raising his eyes, he squinted at the two-headed ogre and said, "If you want to know, then I'll tell you." ”

Rumble!

One hand directly pressed one of the heads of the two-headed ogre, and smashed it to the ground, and in the loud noise, a hole directly appeared in the ground.

The two-headed ogre seemed to be blinded by the sudden attack, and in the midst of a cry of pain, he tried to turn over, but then his other head was smashed into the pit.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

The short ogre's unforgiving continuous blows directly made the two-headed ogre unable to even scream, and a pit soaked in blood gradually appeared on the ground, that is, the ogre's notoriously strong vitality was strong enough, and if it was replaced by other races, he would have already died I don't know how many times.

Eventually, the short ogre grabbed the two-headed ogre's hair, pointed his head in the direction of Ilmassu City, and shouted, "There, there are at least twenty or more transcendent crowns fighting, and the aftermath of terror has been transmitted to a radius of thousands of miles.

There, there is even a collision of great beings, and the sky will break with just a blow of contact and hand-to-hand.

Believe me, whoever wins the war will not allow us to exist, do you want to be hunted down by the Crown, or do you want to be crushed by the throne?

A bunch of fools, this is our last chance to escape, if you don't want to die, run early!"

Although he was holding the head of the two-headed ogre, his eyes did look at the ogres in a circle, and no one dared to look at him, not even the most powerful and tyrannical ogre fighter dared to look at him at this moment.

"If you don't want to die, come with me now!"

Glancing at the city of Ilmassu in the sky, the short ogre leader left without looking back, and the ogres looked at each other, and finally followed without saying a word, leaving only the beaten half-dead ogre struggling.

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Somewhere, somewhere, unknown.

The earth, as yellow as the earth, trembled violently, and the dust on the ground rose dozens of meters high, and a voice roared throughout the space.

"Bastards, these bastards, Saint Lance is my guardian empire, even if you do it secretly, now you are actually blatantly shooting, you wait, sooner or later, I want you to look good, sooner or later!"

The terrifying sound waves almost cracked the space layer by layer, but the sound was nothing more than a roar.