"Hey, hey, it's not good to do this in front of me. Manhe watched Ian cut off the arm of a statue with a knife, and said helplessly, "How can I say that I used to be the patriarch of the dwarf race, these are the relics of the dwarf race." ”

"I remember you saying that there is only a distinction between the living and the dead who live here, and there is no distinction between races. Ian responded.

Ian felt that something was wrong just now, these statues didn't seem to be made of metal, and the color was a little wrong. He touched it with his hand, and it felt like dirt, so he tested it with the guard, and sure enough, the statue's arm was easily cut off by him, and it fell to the ground without making a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground, leaving a pile of debris.

"Why is this made of mud?"

"You ask me what I do, and I just have the drawings here. Manhe shrugged, "And why are you struggling with these statues? I thought you'd ask more questions about the explanation." ”

"I don't care what this place is. Ian took a few steps back, looking at the half-hidden darkness, "These things give me some not-so-good premonitions." ”

"Are you worried that they will come back to life?" Manhe said, "Come on, I haven't seen them come back to life after so many walks, and they're dead things, how can dead things come back to life? Hey, are you going to study where the dirt came from?"

Ian ignored Manhe, crouched down, and carefully rubbed the powder residue with his fingers. At first he thought it was dirt, but then he didn't think it looked like it, and it didn't feel right to touch it with his hands. Then he put the debris in front of his nose and sniffed it, smelling a choking stench, and in addition to that, a faint fishy smell.

"Do you want to find your companion anymore?" said Manhe, "will you find any answers if you stay here?"

Ian then remembered what he should be doing most now, and let go of the doubts in his heart. As Manhe said, these are dead things that have been dead for a hundred years, and they can still worry about whether they will survive?So he and Manhe walked deeper, two rows of tall dwarf statues "surrounded" them, and Ian felt himself being stared at by countless pairs of eyes, and a strong sense of unease hit his heart.

Apparently Manhe didn't feel this way, he was in a good mood, humming an unknown tune, presumably from the dwarves. Ian had to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, thinking about getting through as soon as possible, if not for the hunter here.

After walking for about ten minutes, Manhe stopped and told Ian that he had arrived at the main hall. He held up the oil lamp, and Ian saw the largest statue, about three meters tall, and of course a dwarf, whose face could not be seen clearly, sitting on a stone chair, two rows arranged in a circle, clustering the statue in the center.

"It is. Manhe and Ian said.

Ian nodded. It is not surprising that humans believe in the heavens and worship the church, and the elves believe in the earth and worship the hearts of the elves. The former all have their magical places, such as the eye of the sky, which can see the future, such as the heart of the elf, which can penetrate people's hearts.

But what the dwarves believe in, are the four powers, or the four old men? He couldn't see the statue's face clearly, and the mystery that lurked in the darkness made Ian uncomfortable.

The unknown is the most frightening force.

"Let's go. "Every time I come here, I don't feel very comfortable. ”

"Why, aren't you the patriarch of the dwarf clan?"

"It has nothing to do with this,,,, it's no longer in the dwarven faith, it's just the belief it used to be. Manhe said, "Now the dwarves only believe in hammers and alchemy. ”

"Speaking of which, there is also a dwarf in our team this time. Ian said, "His name is Barton Hammer, do you know this man?" ”

Manhe had been brought here twenty years earlier, and Barton had arrived in Alchemy City earlier. In other words, when Barton was still in the dwarves, Manhe should still be the patriarch.

Manhe stopped suddenly, turned around, and stared straight at Ian, "Barton Hammer? Are you talking about Patton Hammer?

Ian didn't know why Manher's reaction was so agitated: "I don't know who Schiff Hammer is, but it's probably the guy you're talking about." Do you know him?"

"How can you not know. Manhe said coldly, "How could I not know the guy who betrayed the entire dwarf clan?"

Betrayed, the whole dwarven race?

Ian froze. What does that mean? How did Barton betray the dwarves, he hadn't told himself yet.

"Are you mistaken?"

"I remember everyone's name. "It's impossible to forget that they led us into the abyss and almost didn't get out." ”

Ian didn't understand what Manhe meant, and just as he was about to ask, there was a sudden sound of "rustling" in his ears. He turned his head suddenly, and by the faint light of the fire, he saw that the statues from before him were squirming slightly in the darkness.

"I remember you saying they were dead. Ian whispered, "Is this a dead thing?"

Barton also had an incredulous look on his face. It can be seen that he is not pretending.

Just now, Ian had doubts in his heart. The statues weren't made of metal or clay, and he smelled a faint smell of blood in the broken shards. The smell was really faint, and if he hadn't smelled too much, he would have been deceived by the foul smell that was hidden on it.

The statues shattered one by one, and the dirt that had been dusted for centuries fell off the bodies of the dwarven warriors one by one. This confirms Ian's suspicion that the statues are unsettling precisely because they are not completely dead, as each one is trapped by a real dwarf!

But a hundred years, no, it's almost a thousand years. Even the Dragon Emperor can't live to that time, these dwarves, why can they still stand up!

They did stand up, each with a heavy hammer in their hands, or a black shield on their backs. Their bodies had long since begun to decay, but they were not completely rotten, their black flesh hanging from their inky bones, and their armor was tattered, like monsters crawling out of hell.

In fact, it's hell here.

"Didn't you say you were the patriarch of the dwarves and see if they would listen to you?"

"Can you stop talking nonsense at this time. Manhe's voice trembled, "Hurry up and think about what to do?"

"Shouldn't you think you should be able to do it?" said Ian, "they shouldn't be able to run fast, and their legs should be broken." How we should have gone before, we should do it now. ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Manhe suddenly realized, "We should be - me now!"

Ian was taken aback by Manhe. He looked in the direction Manhe was pointing, and his heart suddenly cooled. I saw a faint blue light in the other passage, like a firefly in summer. It was supposed to be a beautiful thing, but Ian saw the pale faces hiding behind the shimmer.

“。 Manhe said tremblingly.

"What's that?"

"That's what brought you here. Manhe licked his lips, "They're the only ones who can travel between the real world." ”

Ian narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on the hilt of the Guardian.

"You don't want to fight them. Manhe noticed Ian's movements and froze, "I advise you that you'd better not. ”

"You should have told me sooner. Ian leaned down, his eyes as sharp as knives, "Once I hold the knife, it doesn't mean to change." ”

He has to shoot, he has to shoot at those. Because in those of them, he saw a familiar person.

"Boom"!

Guarding the unsheathed.

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