Where is the dragon slayer hero we are calling, Shuma, and where is the dragon slaying spear?

Save it! half-elf. You don't have to talk to me about any hope. ”

Robert did not answer, and the mage stopped talking. The two men sat quietly, one continuing to look south, the other looking at the empty night sky.

Wade ducked close to the grass behind the trees.

"There's no hope!" said the Kander, muttering to himself, regretting that he had come with him to eavesdrop on their conversation. "I don't believe it," he said to himself, but his eyes followed Robert to the night sky.

Even Robert felt hopeless, and the Kanders noticed that the thought broke his heart.

Since the death of the old mage, the Kander people have begun to undergo an unknown transformation.

Thaikhmerkov began to feel that the adventure was serious, because it would change the fate of many people.

He wondered why he had been caught up in all of this, and perhaps it was the answer he had told Aven: that what he had to do was small, but essential.

But until now, the Kander had never thought that all these efforts might be in vain, and everyone's hard work might be in vain;

Maybe everyone will suffer and lose someone they love: like Aven. The dragons will still be victorious.

"But—" the cooker whispered to himself, "we're going to keep trying, keep hope."

That's the most important thing – try and keep a heart of hope. Maybe that's the only thing that makes sense in the end.

From the sky, a gentle object slowly floated down, brushing the little nose of the Kander. Wade reached out and grabbed it.

It was a small, white feather.

The bitter winter winds were blowing outside, but for the mountain dwarves of the Caroli Mountains, the power of the blizzard had no effect on them.

When the lord asked for silence, the crowd of humans and dwarves fell silent, and a dwarven poet stepped out to welcome the returning hero.

The threat descends from the north, as we have foreseen: the vanguard of winter, the dance of dragons throughout the land.

Until from the forest, from the plains to the earth, the nine of them gathered, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

Nine heroes, in the light of three moons, in the afterglow of autumn twilight: the world retreats for this, and they rise to create their own legends.

A man from a rocky garden, a hall of self-access, weathered but condensed with wisdom, with no sluggishness in heart and will, flowing in the veins of his arm.

In the crook of his fatherly arms, the souls of all are gathered.

One is from the country of the breeze, drifting with the wind, in the swaying steppe, in the kingdom of the Kander, a small wheat also has a chance, turning green, turning golden, and then turning green.

The next one comes from the plains, distant realms, home in Skyrim.

With a crystal technique, the pressure of mercy, the light shining in her hands, bearing the wounds of the world, she appeared in the crowd.

The next one also came from the plains, in the shadow of the moon, in accordance with rituals, in accordance with tradition, following the moonlight, his magic controlling his every move, controlling the blood of his warriors, controlling the hands of his warriors, the light that fell from the sky.

A heroine who did not appear, left but did not return, with a fiery heart, a black-haired female swordsman: her glory cannot be described in words.

Lullaby for a long time, in a half-dream, half-awake.

A heroic man with a heart of honor and a sword, a green horse who has guarded the land for centuries, emerges from the ruins of Sorenia and rises again, when his heart holds his post.

When he dances, the sword is his most faithful companion.

The next one is a dark contrast, a simple brother, who lets the hand holding the sword try any possibility.

Even the delicate heartstrings in the heart. His thoughts are like spring water wrinkled by the wind, and he can't even see the bottom of himself.

The next is the leader of everyone, the half-elves, the blood of both races has left him sidelined, the forest, the flatlands, whether in the world of humans or elves.

Fighting for courage, but afraid of simple love, he is helpless to face both.

The last one came from the darkness, breathing the darkness, the fallen meteor hidden in the words, and the body endured countless wounds in exchange for supreme knowledge, until, until his blessing was also finished.

Other people are added to the journey: an uneducated girl who is too noble to judge by upbringing, a beautiful princess who emerges from the forest, and an ancient side story of fate where no one can be sure who the protagonist is.

The threat came from the north, just as we had predicted: winter dwells temporarily, dragons sleep on the land of temporary tranquility, but in the forest, from the plains to the earth, the nine of them gather to determine the movement of the heavens and the earth before them.

Everyone, or at least many of the dragon lance lovers, had their heads broken in order to figure out which nine heroes were in this poem.

Ella's presence caused a lot of trouble, but Margaret and Tracy didn't think there was anything wrong with it at the time.

This illustrates the side of history: those who record history always have a special perspective and a special mind: who can say that there is no bard on Candela who would count Ella among the nine?

The vast halls of the Alpine Dwarven Dynasty reverberated with signs of victory. A roar of cheers followed, mixed with a deep dwarven voice and a slightly higher pitched human voice.

At this moment, Paladin's priest Elistan walked in.

Although the bowl is already very spacious, it is still a little too crowded for the dwarves.

The refugees of New Grande stood clinging to the wall, and all the dwarves were huddled on the stone benches below.

Elistan walked in the central passageway, proudly holding a huge war hammer.

When the crowd saw him wearing Palatin's white priest's robes, there was a sudden silence. The roaring noise turned into an echo and shook into the ground.

Robert had a headache from the loud noises. He was squeezed into the crowd.

In any case, he didn't like to be locked underground, and although the ceiling of this hall was so high that even torches could not illuminate it, he still felt that he was trapped in a confined space.

"I'll be happy if it can be finished as soon as possible. He whispered to Stone who was standing aside.

Stone, who always seemed very melancholy, seemed even more gloomy than usual at this time. "I don't like that, Robert. "Ride with your hands folded in front of your chest.

"I know. Robert said displeasedly. "You've said it more than once, and it's too late. We can only try to improve the situation, and there is nothing we can do to change it. ”

The conversation between the two was quickly drowned out by cheers as Elistan stepped down the aisle and raised his hammer to show it to the crowd.

Robert rubbed his forehead, and so many people were crammed into the confined space of the cave that he was starting to feel a little dizzy.

Elistan walked up the aisle and stood on his throne in the center of the hall, where he was greeted by Honfer, lord of the dwarves of the Heller.

Behind the dwarves were seven thrones carved out of rock, all of which were now empty.

Humfir stood before the grandest seventh throne, the king of Sobadin. Once Honfil receives Oscar's hammer, he will inherit the position.

Finding this ancient token was a great reward for him, as it allowed him to unite all the Dwarven Lords under his banner.

"It's us who fought to recapture this hammer. Stone said slowly, his eyes on the shining weapon. "The legendary Oscar Hammer, a tool used to forge dragon slaying spears.

It disappeared for hundreds of years, was found, and then fell again. Now it's just for nothing to the dwarves!" he said disdainfully.

"This hammer was indeed a divine weapon given to the dwarves before. Robert reminded him helplessly, and felt beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"If you forget, ask Hubble to tell you again. In any case, the hammer is indeed theirs now. ”

Elistan walked to the throne, where the lord was waiting for him in heavy satiety and heavy golden chain mail loved by the dwarves.

Elistan knelt before the throne, which was a polite gesture, for if it were not, even if the throne was a full three feet above the ground;

This tall, muscular priest is afraid that he will still face to face with the lord.

The dwarves cheered at the sight, and Robert noticed that secretly, the humans were not very honored by their leader's weakness, and some were even discussing it in the first place.

"Please accept the gift of my people!" Elistan's next words were drowned out by another cheer from the dwarves.

"Gift!" Stone said disdainfully. "It's more true to say it's a ransom. ”

"In return," said Elistan after the silence had fallen around, "the generosity of the dwarves in providing us with shelter. ”

"In exchange for the glory of being locked up in the tomb......," Stone muttered.

"We also swear that we will fight alongside the dwarves whenever war comes!" shouted Elistan.

Cheers resounded through the hall, and the cheers were even more deafening as Lord Honfer bent down to accept the hammer.

The dwarves stamped their feet and whistled, and most of them stood on stone benches and shouted and jumped.

Robert felt a wave of nausea. He looked around, they couldn't get a good rest for the time being.

Honfer would speak, as would the other six lords, not to mention the fellows from the High Council of Seekers.

The half-elf touched Stone on the arm and motioned for the knight to follow. The two men left the main hall in silence, stooping down to pass through a narrow passage.

Although they were still in the vast subterranean kingdom, they felt as if they had been far away from the hustle and bustle, under the cool night sky.

"Are you alright?" Stone, noticing Robert's pale face under his beard. The half-elves greedily breathe in the fresh air.

"I'm much better now. Robert said, blushing from feeling ashamed of his weakness. "It's because of the temperature...... And the noise......"

"Well, we'll be able to get out of here soon. Stone said. "Of course, it will depend on whether the Council of Seekers agrees with us going to Tarsis. ”

"Oh, you don't have to worry about the outcome of their vote. Robert said with a shrug.

"Ilistan clearly still has a lot of power, because he led the group to find a place to live.

No other high-ranking seeker dared to resist him, at least not to his face.

Don't worry, my friend, it may only take a few months before we can sail in the winged ship of the beautiful city of Tarsis. “

"Not including the Oscar Hammer. Stone added angrily.

He recited softly: "Legend has it that if you get the golden hammer on your horse, the hammer blessed by Paladin can be forged from Shuma's dragon slayer as long as it is given to the person with the silver divine arm.

The nemesis of the dragons, he gave the hammer to a dwarf named Callas, or knight, as a reward for his discipline and courage in battle.

He named the hammer after the Oscars.

Oscar's hammer was brought to the dwarven underworld, and when the world fell into chaos again, it would be reborn.

"It did come back to life," Robert said, trying to suppress his anger. He didn't know how many times he heard Stone ask this question!

"It's going to stay here after it was born!" Stone interrupted. "We should take it to Sorenia and use it to forge our own dragon slayer—"

"Then you will be reincarnated as Shuma, with a glorious dragon slayer spear in your hand, and you will be admired by everyone!" Robert could no longer control it. "On the other hand, you're going to sacrifice eight hundred innocent humans—"

"No, I'm not going to sacrifice them!" Stone said angrily. "The only clue we have about the Dragon Slayer Gun that you used in exchange-"

The two men fell silent suddenly, as someone darker than the shadows emerged silently beside them.

"Schlack," said in a hoarse voice, and the light quickly poured out of a crystal ball grasped by a gold-encrusted dragon claw attached to a wooden staff. The light shone on a mage's red cast.

The young mage walked towards the two of them, leaning on his staff and coughing softly. The staff's glow reflected on the thin face, reflecting the metallic skin and golden eyes that made for an eerie sight.

"Rodris. Robert said in a tense voice. "What do you want to do?"

Unaffected by the angry glances of the two, Rodrith seemed to have grown accustomed to the disgust that everyone showed in his presence.

He walked up to the two of them. Holding out his thin hand, the mage said, "Akula—Alain." A glimmering weapon appeared in front of the startled Robert and Stone.

It was an infantry spear, almost twelve feet long. The tip is made of sterling silver, with sharp teeth and blades, and the handle is made of the finest wood. The tail end is made of steel in order to pierce into the ground.

"Beautiful!" said Robert, surprised. "What is this?"

"A dragon-slaying spear," replied Rodris.

The mage grabbed the spear in his hand and walked between the two, the latter flinching involuntarily, as if unwilling to be touched by him.

The eyes of the two were fixed on the spear, and their eyes looked a little hesitant.

Rodrith turned around and handed it to Stone.

"Knight, this is your dragon slaying spear. Rodrith said hoarsely. [.]