The dwarves of the three million palaces were able to escape, and I was opposed to the Terrans as a dragon, and they no longer pursued the dwarves. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just that it's hard to say what will happen in the future, everything depends on the will of God.

I galloped back to the Rocky Mountains, still dark except for the light of torches.

And the torches were moving, and all the dwarves were moving. I couldn't help but wonder, didn't they rest? Why did they suddenly move again?

I inexplicably thought of the elder's strange appearance, and I felt a little uneasy in my heart.

Immediately landed and fell into the crowd. When I looked closely, I realized that the dwarves who moved were almost all old and emaciated.

As soon as the perception emanated, it was even more shocking, almost all the people who moved were old, weak, sick and disabled, and they were gathering towards the Rocky Mountains, as if they were about to enter the mountains.

I pulled over a disabled woman and asked what was going on, and she said with a happy face and a brisk tone: "The elder said that we have found our way home, let's go first, strong queen." ”

I frowned, is that so?

The Devil's River was indeed found, and the mummy was also seen, but was it too reckless to let the old, weak, sick and disabled in the middle of the night?

And the vanguard troops haven't gone in to explore the way, it's too unreasonable.

I teleported away to find the Dwarven Elder. He had already entered the mountain, with a small hammer hanging on his chest, and his face was very serious, and I felt that his body was trembling a little, as if he was holding back something.

As I passed, he was commanding the leaders around him to blow their trumpets and pass them on. One horn after another broke the calm of the Rocky Mountains. The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled all followed the elders with excitement.

Still thinking it was strange, I stopped the elder and asked, "Most of the dwarves haven't arrived here yet, and you can take people into the Devil's River now, what will they do?"

The elder's eyes dodged for a moment, and then he said seriously: "Lord Isera, I will not enter the Devil's River, I have been instructed by the mummy to know how to cross the Devil's River. ”

I raised an eyebrow, and sure enough, it had something to do with the mummy. I asked what the method was, and he flickered again, and finally said, "Lord Ysera, forgive me for not telling you that this is a dwarven secret. ”

When he said that, he ignored me, and commanded the chiefs to blow trumpets and call the old, weak, sick and disabled to enter the mountains.

Millions of dwarves have gathered here, and countless dwarves have rushed to the plains of the city-state in the distance.

At this time, the sound of the trumpet reached beyond the horizon, and the old, weak, sick and disabled who had not yet arrived all quickened their pace, and wanted to follow the elder into the mountain.

This is a huge migration, even if it is only the old, weak, sick and disabled, but the number is very staggering, there are 800,000 people here alone, plus the people who came from afar, I am afraid that there are three or four million people who immediately enter the mountain.

The healthy and strong dwarves waited for orders on the outskirts of the mountains, and everyone was very excited, after all, they were about to embark on the road home.

I was always a little uneasy, but I couldn't force the elders to listen to me, and in such a situation that I didn't even understand.

A few days later, more dwarves entered the mountains, and the vanguard was even approaching the lake canyon.

I hovered high in the sky and looked down, and found that a huge trace had been stepped into the jungle, and the dwarves of the millions did not want to see it, like a giant snake advancing in the mountains, completely trampling the trees and vegetation along the way, leaving only bare wasteland.

The impact of the dwarven migration on the jungle was devastating, and some of the small mountains were even trampled to pieces, and the rocks were rolling and sooner or later reduced to small dirt bags.

If I hadn't greeted the lords earlier, I'm afraid they would have gone berserk.

But even so, the mink was still angry, and kept flying around me, muttering and muttering.

"Are they going to go into the canyon? Then my home is going to be destroyed. ”

Mink was worried about her hometown, and I was silent, checking the terrain. The canyon is very large, surrounded by mountains, and it is very difficult to get around, and the best way is to go straight through the canyon, climb up the cliff from the mountain road, and walk another ten kilometers to reach the Devil's River.

I was a little entangled, but Mink said: "Actually, it doesn't matter, it's already occupied by the dead anyway, and it's the same whether it's destroyed or not." ”

She gave me face. But her words shocked me, yes, the canyon has been occupied by the dead, wouldn't the dwarves enter the canyon to find death?

I looked at the front of the line, where a large group of old men had already entered the canyon, but the elders and the leaders had not entered the canyon, and were blowing their horns on a high mountain to direct everyone into the canyon.

I teleported to the Elder, and when he saw me, he dodged again, always looking weak.

I said in a deep voice, "The ghosts of the dwarven ancestors linger in the canyon, and the lords here are afraid of them, calling them night walkers, and they should not enter rashly. ”

The elder retorted, "Lord Ysera, we are dwarves, descendants of our ancestors. They won't hurt us, I'm going to complete a ritual here, this ritual is crucial, and after completing it, you can enter the Devil's River. ”

Rite?

I was puzzled, but the elder didn't say much, and continued to direct the dwarves into the canyon.

There are probably two million dwarves who have joined the team, stretching from the canyon to the plain, and countless old and weak, sick and disabled people are rushing forward.

This migration lasted for half a month, and the canyon was already full of dwarves, with the lake as the center, all the way to the jungle, countless of them.

What reassures me is that the dead did not appear, and the dwarf spirits did not hurt the dwarves.

At this time, there were probably more than a million dwarves in the canyon, all of them stopped moving, waiting for the elder's order.

However, the elders and the leaders reached the edge of the waterfall, where the more than a thousand pioneers had gathered before, and began to build a strange structure in the shape of an inverted triangle.

It is built of stone and mud, and it is very simple, and it looks like a child's pile.

But the shape scares me, because it's a nightmare pyramid.

Dozens of meters high, simple pyramids stand on the edge of the waterfall, and people at the lake can see it when they look up, and each one of them has become extremely sacred and serious.

The sacred atmosphere continued, and at last there was silence in the canyon, and all the dwarves knelt down and bowed down to the pyramids.

My pupils shrank violently, and the nightmare sounded again.

Winds and sandstorms, strange mummies wrapped in white cloth, and blood from each other's killings, and blood-soaked sand.

The scene in front of me was so familiar that it made my back tingle. I am not afraid of any race, but I am too afraid of this evil sacrifice, which is the sacrifice of the dead, the untouchable world of the living!

I immediately teleported to the side of the pyramid, but many dwarves stopped me: "Lord Ysera, this is the holy place of dwarves, please don't come." ”

How dare they stop me!

I looked up at the elder standing at the top of the pyramid, his eyes red and shaking, clutching the little hammer.

I shouted, "Elder, what do you want to do?"

When he finally looked at me, he suddenly shed tears: "Lord Isera, I must do this, this is the instruction of the dwarven ancestors, and the only way to save the dwarves. ”

He wasn't controlled by anything, but he was like a demon.

I wanted to use force, and more than a thousand dwarves here knelt down and kowtowed, begging me to leave.

It was as if they had reached an agreement at the same time, and I was forced to do it.

The dwarven elder raised the small hammer, and in the red light, he said hoarsely, "For the revival of our clan, they must be sacrificed......"

The little hammer glowed so red that it obscured my vision. All I could feel was a terrifying howl of ghosts and wolves, like hellish creatures rolling out.

Immediately afterward, the red light fell into the canyon, and the millions of dwarves inside howled at the same time, and began to kill each other like wild beasts.

I couldn't see it clearly, but my perception could see that in my astonishment, the canyon was already stained red with blood, every inch of dirt was covered in blood, and the ferocious dwarves were biting at their own kind, and there were only screams and ghost howls in the huge canyon.

What a sight it was, a sudden and real nightmare, the same result in a different environment, the sharp teeth of the dwarves tore the throats of their kindred, and in the howl, blood sprayed up the sky and fell to the ground, staining the lake and the earth blood-red.

More than 1,000 dwarves around the pyramid wept loudly and kowtowed, not knowing who they were kowtowing.

The dreamy words of the dwarven elder also came: "That's it, the revenant soil, the blood-stained revenant soil can avoid the dead......"

(To be continued.) )