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Honestly, Ian is unconvinced. He stared at the dwarf coldly, without a moment of relaxation, as long as the old dwarf had a little extra movement, he could insert the guard into the other party's throat in an instant.

Oh, he doesn't have a throat and his neck is too short.

"Calm down, human. "If you kill me, you'll never know where you are, and you'll never be able to leave this place." ”

"What, this is a trap for your dwarves?" Ian said coldly, "You dwarves don't fight with the elves, but want to declare war with our Terrans?"

Hearing Ian's words, Manhe was a little surprised: "You actually know about our war with the elves? ”

As he spoke, Manhe's eyes glanced down, and he noticed Ian's robe, and then suddenly realized: "It turns out that you have been to the elven clan, well, your clothes are the craft of the elven clan, only they like to put lace on the corners of their clothes." ”

Ian was silent and looked at Manhe coldly.

According to Nia, a thousand years ago was the first war to be started by the dwarves. At that time, they were numerous, and their weapons and equipment were far superior to those of the elves, but the elves relied on the natural barrier of the forest to inflict heavy losses on the dwarves. Since then, the two races have collapsed, and they have not been able to recover for almost a thousand years.

"The war of a thousand years ago was indeed tragic, but it has little to do with our generation. Manhe's expression quickly returned to normal, "Even if we still have the warlike nature of our ancestors, the dwarven race today no longer has the strength to start a war, let alone the opponent is you humans." ”

"And you're going to bring us here?" said Ian, "what's the matter with my companion?"

"You seem to have gotten something wrong. Manhe's expression turned strange again, "I didn't get you here. I'm trapped in this, just like you. ”

Ian was stunned.

"I've been stuck here for many, many years. "I don't remember the exact year, but I was just becoming the head of the dwarven race, and I was only over a hundred and thirty years old, and I was in high spirits. But now, my strength has clearly not kept up with my brain, which is something that only dwarfs after the age of one hundred and fifty can do. ”

One hundred and thirty, one hundred and fifty, this is not the age at which humans can live, and sure enough, among the four major races, human beings have the shortest lifespan, and the dwarves and elves seem to live to two hundred years old, and as for the dragons, they are the closest race to eternity except for the gods.

But this old dwarf has been in this for thirty years?

Ian still wasn't convinced.

"Where is this?"

"Ghost town. ”

"Ghost town?"

"Yes, ghost town. Manhe nodded, "In this, apart from ghosts, there is only fodder for ghosts." Like you and me, like him. ”

Manhe gestured to Bernie, who had fallen to the ground.

"How can there be ghosts in this world. ”

"If there are gods, why are there no ghosts?" Manhe said quietly, "The reason why you humans don't believe that there are ghosts in the world is because all the ghosts are trapped in this ghost town. If it's not a ghost, who do you think can bring your party to this dungeon?"

Ian's heart shuddered. Indeed, he was brought here without the knowledge of God. One moment it was in the desert, the next moment it was here. Moreover, the power of the Iliad in his body was suppressed by an inexplicable force.

He believed Manhe a little, and his grip on the weapon loosened slightly. Manhe was able to take the dagger from Ian and take it back from his clothes.

"It's been a long time since a human has come to the Burial God Desert. "You should be hunters, and no one can get here except hunters." Besides, there should be a lot of hunters, right?"

Ian nodded slightly.

"With so many hunters here, it's not hard to guess why—is it for the king of the earth, or for the ghosts of the earth?"

Ian originally wanted to say neither, for the sake of the rest of the god's power, but after thinking about it, he couldn't fully trust Manhe, so he could only follow his words: "To hunt the king of the earth." ”

"Looks like I guessed right. "Three hundred years ago, you Terrans sent hunters to fight against the King of the Earth, but that time it ended in failure. This time, I believe you are stronger, but the Lord of the Earth is also powerful, and you know, it has lived for many, many years. ”

"What?" Ian was stunned, "The current king of the earth, or the one he was three hundred years ago?"

After receiving Manhe's affirmative reply, Ian looked incredulous. According to records, the three-hundred-year-old King of the Earth has already matured, why is it still alive until now? Ian has always thought that the Na Armor they are going to crusade against now should be a new generation of Na Armor.

"It seems that you don't know much about Na Armor, the King of the Earth. Manhe smiled slightly, "In that case, I might be able to help you, of course, if the two of us can get out of here." ”

Only then did Ian realize that the biggest problem he was facing now was not the king of the earth, but the present. If his divine power cannot be recovered, then the crusade team will lose the biggest barrier, and it will be difficult to hunt down an old dragon king who knows how many years old it is to rely on the new generation of alchemy technology alone.

"Where the hell is this?"

"I told you, ghost town. Manhe whispered, "Naturally, it's where ghosts live. I know what you're trying to ask, yes, this dungeon was built by the dwarves, it was a thousand years ago, it was once the holy city of the dwarves, just like the imperial capital of your human race. ”

"How did that happen?"

"Ghosts of the earth. Manhe looked at Ian, "That monster crawled out of hell turned what was once a holy city into a ghost town in an instant. ”

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