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Celian was brought to Ulduar City by the servants of the water element, and Caster Medea's research team can use her, Celian, who used to be the chief priest of the Queen of the Spider God, is proficient in all kinds of magical knowledge, and is also very familiar with alchemy, especially the preparation of various potions, although most of them are similar to negative potions such as heart decay, mental aging, magic corruption, and mind seizure, but it is more than enough to serve as the mentor of the low-level frost and snow elf apothecary in Ulduar City.

As for the other four Dark Elves, they were treated as they were, suspended in suspended animation, frozen in icicles, and temporarily left in the natural cage of the Crystallized Forest, where they would not be released as agreed until Celian completed her mission.

In the empty hall of ice crystals, the whole hall seemed lonely and deserted after Celian left. Yalin turned over, no longer had the cold and majestic appearance just now, and lay on the throne with his legs crossed in an indecent posture.

I'm getting more and more like a bad guy!

With the passage of time, he inherited the memories of the White Dragon King, and Yalin had to admit that the memories and experiences of the Dragon King had indeed affected his personality somewhat. Gradually, Arin began to be unable to distinguish whether he was acting in a pretentious position, or whether he had really integrated into this new identity and became an ancient dragon king!

At first, Arin only thought that he could play this time crossing and the agreement with 'Panda' as a strategy game of sLg, but now Alin realizes that even with the help of the summoning system, this complete reality is not as free as in the game. The most important thing is that there is no zàis L** here, coupled with the warnings and tasks given by the 'panda' recently, the huge pressure has made Yalin more and more unscrupulous.

Despot!

Although there are countless emperors with the title of tyrant in the world history of Yalin's previous life, some people have become the king of the dead country and have been scolded and ridiculed by the ages, and some people have been praised by the world as the first emperor of the ages who can establish immortal achievements. The reason for the difference is that the former only uses terror and ruthlessness to satisfy his own selfish desires, while the latter uses it to show and maintain the rule of the state.

From the very beginning, it was decided to create an image of a dragon king who had become terrifying and ruthless to rule, but Arin did not want to become a tyrant who had killed and cruel for fun, and ruthlessness and terror were only means to an end, and must not be abused for the sake of everyone's selfish desires.

Yalin got up and left the Ice Crystal Hall, no matter how magnificent the Ice Crystal Hall was, the lonely and cold atmosphere always made Yalin a little uncomfortable, on the steps outside the main hall, Yalin, who was directly exposed to the sun, felt that his body and mind seemed to be a little warmer at this moment.

"It looks like it's a good day!"

With cloudless skies, it's not a bad idea to stop the occasional blizzard and enjoy the sunshine, and when I walked to a cliff, Yarin leaned against the fence and looked down on the city of Ulduar below. The gentle gaze is like looking at one's own child, watching the whole city build day by day, and the sense of achievement and joy is really indescribable.

Who's coming!?

Suddenly, Arrin had two familiar mental fluctuations coming towards him, Alulu and Elojier. There is also a relatively weak spirit, but with a familiar frost aura, it should be an ice elf.

In the blink of an eye, Yalin turned his body into transparency and hidden.

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A kilometre below the city of Ulduar, the huge 'Hall of the Forgers' is a mecca for artisans and blacksmiths who aspire to create magical weapons that have been passed down through the ages. The boiling of the furnace, the roar of the dwarves, and the thud of the hammer against the metal were all heard. For the common man, the loud noise is enough to make people's heads spin, but for the dwarves who regard forging as a second life, the most sacred and gorgeous music is being played here.

"Bring all the magic crystals in reserve, speed up the degree of lava extraction, and don't let the temperature of the furnace drop down!"

After creating the legendary weapon 'Frost Scales', Sorak and the Minotaur had to recuperate for a month due to frostbite, but for Sorak, this day of not being able to wield a hammer was simply a kind of torture, and the dwarves who couldn't use their hands even if they couldn't use them for the time being, they had to run to the forge hall to feel the passionate atmosphere.

"Damn! You wield a hammer like a damn bitch, did you really grow up eating grass for this big man?"

"Give me a little bit of strength in his mother's house, use the strength you used to breastfeed me when you were a child, don't tell me that you are missing two grains underneath!"

Sorak wrapped his hands in bandages, but still stood beside a minotaur craftsman, swearing and teaching. Forging, spirits, a straightforward and fiery temper, and 'dirty exports'┉┉Born from the summoning system, Sorak perfectly inherits the 'good' and 'bad' habits of all the dwarves in this world!

The minotaur craftsman blushed at Sorak's scolding and swung his hammer desperately when a snow elf mage came running over and whispered something in Sorak's ear.

Sorak nodded, "Are you awake?" I know, let's go back and see." ”

The Forge Hall is a very large place, almost half of the cliff has been dug into the hollow, in addition to the main several huge furnaces, the material room, the storage warehouse, the assembly area, the personal workshop, the rest area, the artisan dormitory are all available, the dwarves and minotaurs who come here can hardly leave the house, and there are goblins responsible for transporting all kinds of ore and daily necessities at any time.

Of course, this huge forge hall has only been cleared up to forty percent of the area so far, especially in the assembly area, where a large number of half-finished golems are piled up, and the city of Ulduar, which is short of manpower, cannot gather more people to clean up and rest the work, so it can only temporarily let these half-finished golems continue to pile up in place.

Sorak followed the elven mage back to the rest area, and just walked through the door, with a voice no less loud than Sorak's, and he was showing his dwarf's characteristic gratitude to the fullest.

"Okay, you white-headed long-eared elves, we Thunderstone dwarves aren't that weak, don't worry, I'm fine. Untie these bandages for Lao Tzu, and wrap them around your body, which annoys people to death!"

The burgundy-bearded thunderstone dwarf sat up from the bed impatiently, and tore off the bandage despite the dissuasion of the elven maid, and when he accidentally touched the wound that had not yet completely healed, the dwarf's face as hard as Huanggang rock twitched slightly. in the room

Dwarves lay on each of the twenty-two large beds, and some of the more seriously injured dwarves were still asleep after being treated in a freezing-free state.

Gollum ~ Gollum ~

"Hey, long ears, do you have anything to eat? I'm dying of hunger. "The burgundy bearded dwarf doesn't seem to have any concept of host or guest, and completely treats this place as if it were his own home.

When Sorak walked into the room, the burgundy-bearded dwarf was already feasting, and two or three empty plates and meat bones were piled up next to him.

Seeing Sorak, the burgundy-bearded dwarf was slightly stunned, ignoring the oil stain in his mouth, he immediately stood up, clenched his fist, and patted his chest: "Thunderstone dwarf Dinktyr!"

"Sorak, the mountain dwarf!"

Sorak replied in the same pose, apparently the Thunderstone Dwarf named Dinktier had a much better attitude than the Snow Elves after meeting their compatriots, and although they were not of the same clan, they were still compatriots after all.

"Mountain dwarves, so we're in the Qiongya Mountains now?"

"This is the Yanod Mountains, directly below the Hillia Peak. Sorak sat down in front of Dinktil as well.

Dinktyr's eyes became solemn, the Arnold Mountains were the deepest part of the Misty Forest, a huge mountain range that straddled the east and west sides of the Great 6, and was plagued by terrible blizzards for most of the year. Didn't the dwarves of the mountains all live near the Tamanu Mountains in the western part of the Great 6, and when did they migrate to the Arnold Mountains? Speaking of which, how do you live in the snowy mountains?

Wait a minute! Now is not the time to discuss this issue! Dinktier was shocked and instantly remembered something, his party escaped from the mine riot with the assistance of the Holy Capital Neiying, and was routed by the army along the way and scattered in all directions, and finally some of them seemed to have encountered human mercenaries after entering the territory of the Kingdom of Saxony and then fought, and then ┉┉Then ┉┉ Dragon! A giant dragon suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and before he could react, he lost consciousness, and when he woke up, he was already in this room.

"Hey~ wait!What the hell happened to me as Brother Sorak told me?" Dinktil slammed his fist on the table, and the oil and water on the food plate splashed on the table.

Sorak wiped the oil on his face with his sleeve, tilted his head and thought about it, and then said, "To put it simply, our master, the ruler of the Arnod Mountains, the ancient dragon king Arin sent someone to save your life, and then Lord Arin hopes that you can all stay and be loyal to him. That's what it is. ”

The dwarf's straightforward personality made Sorak say Arin's request without embellishment, and Dink Tilt suddenly froze.

"The ruler of the Arnold Mountains, the ancient dragon king, saved us, and then wants us to be loyal to him?" Dinktil looked at Sorak in confusion, "You can't be enslaved, right?"

As soon as he heard Dinktyr's words, Sorak burned as if he had been touched by the nerves that were in charge of the exposure. "you! Lao Tzu has never experienced the life of slavery where you can eat meat and drink wine every day, and then wield a hammer to your heart's content. ”

But it is not for nothing that Dinktyr is suspicious, having just escaped from the hands of the enslavers, and now being suddenly asked to swear allegiance to another unknown being, it is inevitable that people will not be suspicious.