The King of the Grey Lion, if nothing else, was also the last member of the Hearn royal family to pay for a brief peace of the Dark Heart at the cost of his own soul and other terms. This is not to say that the Devil had informed the King of the Molten Iron City's precarious situation, and he did not even mention the news that Mother Earth's brown-robed cultists had infiltrated the underground. Everything was Siggett's own judgment and decision, and when the calm former adventurer heard the news of the collapse of the Molten Iron City, he had already prepared for the best. Kings who knew André well knew that the dwarves' defenses would not give the enemy a chance, and the bad news about Molten Iron City only proved that the battle was being manipulated by something hiding in the darker places, they may be cultists, or they may be extremely unhappy with the presence of the Hammer Grand Duke, but regardless of the true identity of those guys, Sigurt is convinced that they will not be able to really take down the stubborn dwarves.

As long as Andre is given some time, he will definitely be able to clean up the mess. This trust in his companions had been ingrained in the king's heart for many years, and out of this trust, he knew that what he needed to do was buy the dwarves this time. The devil's trade has always been full of pitfalls, but it has always been the most timely lifeline, not to mention that this time it was not the devil himself who proposed the transaction, the name behind them, the broker, Seegert had never heard of it. Of course, the king wondered if the broker was the one behind the chaos that Cheese was looking for, and he had reason to believe that the accuracy of this guess was more than seventy percent. But so what? Even if you know that all of this is caused by the brokers, and in the face of the danger of the destruction of the entire country, what can even he be the demon slayer Sigget? The saddest thing about mortals is not that they are limited, but that they know that they are limited. When the level of intrigue outweighs the realm of power, swords, and even magic, submission becomes the only path.

Sigget's plight is sympathetic, he was a good king, but he was born at the wrong time. In contrast, Mu's situation is equally sad, but it can't be empathized, after all, not everyone has the experience of fanatical worship of evil gods, does it?

The silence in the corridors under the Molten Iron City was eerie, and this silence was in sharp contrast to the rumbling sound that had been coming from the depths of the crypt just now, and the dwarf and the elves around him unconsciously clenched their weapons. The Demon Spawn walked beside Andre, his calm eyes unable to see through the darkness due to the lack of demonic energy. Fortunately, the elves are accustomed to the dense forests at night, and like the dwarves, they have a higher adaptability to dark environments than humans. However, this does not mean that the children of the forest like the roof of the cave that can be reached by their heads, and this feeling of oppression is very uncomfortable for the elves.

Mlos clutched the wound in his left shoulder, which had been treated by Atwood and tied with thick leaves and canes, and the stubborn general refused to miss the operation because of his injuries. Although Leon's defeat of himself in a duel had changed his impression of the Greylion men, he still couldn't hide the hatred in them as his eyes swept over the dwarves' backs. The anger that has been going on for a long time cannot be dissipated overnight. The old elves knew this quite well, so when they acted, Greenstaff always pretended to be drunk and stood between the dwarves and Mloth, in order to remind the juniors that the establishment of the covenant meant that they were now teammates on the same side.

"I'm sure even the quietest forest won't be as dead as this. Perhaps to liven up the atmosphere, Atwood whispered. And even though the old elf had kept the volume down, the utter silence allowed everyone to hear him.

"It wasn't like that when we fled here. Grand Duke Hammer nodded in agreement, "You see, the traces on the ground are old, and as one of the few exits to the ground, it shouldn't be like this. Even if nothing else, the rats shouldn't be so peaceful. They should have smelled and come to us a long time ago. ”

"Maybe they knew they weren't the Sons of the Forest, and avoided it early. Mlos said disdainfully, he and his army had encountered many nezumi along the way, and those beasts that acted only on instinct were clearly no match for the elven rangers. In fact, if it weren't for the large-scale confrontation with the nezumi, the experience of the elven hunters and the field ** made them almost the best hunters. Compared to the bulkiness of human infantry, elves can easily slash enemies of equal or even greater numbers than their own. Instead of exchanging their own lives for the lives of their enemies, as human warriors do, that method of combat may lead to more brilliant results, but the price is never small.

"They're not that smart. I think there must be something underground enough to deter these hungry monsters. Atwood shook his head, he put his right hand on the ground, his left hand temporarily put down the wooden cane, and stretched out his index and middle fingers to press his forehead. Even though his eyes were closed, a faint green glow came out from under his eyelids, giving him a strange feeling. "No creature here can respond to me, they either leave or are scared to speak. We've got to get up to speed, and I don't want it to continue, whatever happens here. The old elf picked up the wooden staff and led the team to trot forward quickly, his steps steady, and he could not see the drunkenness of his previous state.

Andre and Krus looked at each other, nodded and caught up with the green staff. The other elves also picked up speed after Mloth's order, and they drove through the tunnels with ease, constantly descending, strangely upwards were always difficult, but once you decided to face down, it was as fast as a freefall.

Walking through the shattered metal walls, André recognized the texture of the walls as the material he had used in the center of the sewer. The defensive runes on the shattered frame that had lost their function made the dwarf's heart skip a few beats. "Hell. He cursed under his breath, guessing that the worst had happened, that he and the team around him were about to encounter an awakening of the Dark Heart. They don't have the slightest chance of winning, and the dwarf is willing to swear with his hammer absolutely not.

The group turned the corner and saw a huge filled room. Honestly, since the space is almost 99 percent filled, no one can really say for sure how big it was. But even so, the metal objects that appeared in front of everyone with their distorted faces protruding were large enough to reach the castle gates.

"Shhh They were so amazed that there were such twisted creations in this world that even the hands that had been placed on the grips forgot to draw the weapons from their waists.

"A dark heart. The dwarf called out the name of the object in front of him with a pained face. The words "Nightmare Come True" suddenly appeared in his mind. It's over, it's all over.

"Wait, isn't that something wrong?" Krus squeezed the few wisps of demonic fire left in his body, lighting up his eyes. He knew it was terrible, but the peace of mind kept him from abandoning the observation of subtle things. "It's motionless, is this normal?"

It wasn't the dwarves who answered the Descendants, nor Atwood or any other elves. A figure that had crawled in front of the Heart slowly stood up and said in his hoarse and frantic voice, "Of course, not normal. ”