Between the mountains, between the molten weapons and fire, a huge dragon with a thin and scorched black body was quietly prostrate on the battlefield, its head horns broken, and even the head covered with scales was cut in half.

In addition, on his body, the thick blood-colored giant wings also had a narrow scorched black blood mark.

Even the claws of the forelimbs have been almost half severed.

However, not a single dwarf would be happy about such a situation.

Because, where the broken fingers and claws, the broken head horns, were on top of a heavy armor that looked like a furnace weapon, but was full of cracks.

The fingerclaws and the horns of the head staggered through the forge.

And in the heavy armor of the furnace weapon, there was hardly a trace of vitality left on the body of the huge dwarf exposed by the shattering of half of the armor.

And at this moment, one after another "petite" blood-colored dragons with three pairs of wings swooped down on the body of the blood-colored dragon called Tyrant, which was almost like a dried corpse.

The king of the mountains, who had lost his vitality, felt the vitality of the "tyrant" gradually recovering, and on his blood-colored face, he couldn't put any expression, but, with the last bit of strength, he made a sound:

"Children of the mountains, dwarves of courage...... Escape the mountains and survive...... Don't take revenge ......"

"Survive ......"

......

"The year of the mountains is 975, and the year of the dragons is 1452."

"On August 3rd, the kingdom of the mountains will be destroyed."

"Bandor, King of the Mountains, Nasuk, King of Rootburgh, Mog, King of Winterholder, Satinia King of Hearthholder, Ruda, King of Bunkers, King of Bunkers are dead."

"The Tyrant has become the master of the mountains."

In the Kingdom of the Tower, in the border city of Tiranto, the bard looked at the boy at the table opposite:

"Ender, looks like we have a new story to tell."

"A new story for the tyrant?"

Young Ander thought for a moment, and opened his notebook, for in the past few months, he had told many stories with the bard, but he did not have any intention of telling the story of the tyrant.

"I think we should be careful."

Young Ander glanced left and right, and whispered:

"The mountains are gone, but not the dwarven gnome goblins."

As he spoke, he looked in the direction of the door.

The Kingdom of the Towers has gathered a lot of remnants of the mountains.

In the past, it was impossible for the Tower Kingdom to collect or recruit so many dwarves, gnomes, and goblins.

Although it is true that there is not much difference between them and humans in terms of silhouette and appearance, these short people with red skin, green skin and blue skin have directly integrated into the Tower Kingdom, and now one or even several gnomes can be seen in many caravans and places involving gem shops and the like.

Although those goblins are not as fast as the gnomes, they are also scattered to various regions of the Tower Kingdom under the recruitment of various forces.

Only the dwarves, who reported in large numbers, and, when they saw people talking about the mountains and tyrants, they would rush up.

Anyone who marvels at the power of the tyrant and his dragons will often attract dwarves.

At first, the dwarves scolded the tyrant and his dragons, but the people of the Tower Kingdom could accept it, after all, they had just destroyed the country.

But...... Now, I don't know if it's because of the human concessions, these dwarves are getting worse and worse, and even discussing dragons that have nothing to do with tyrants will attract dwarves.

Ander withdrew his gaze and lowered his voice:

"Koyer, the dwarves have sharp ears, and I've heard that we can be heard outside the town in the tavern."

Hearing this, the bard, who was originally slightly drunk, disappeared in an instant, and even his face looked a little pale.

He had heard the dwarves speak of tyrants more than once

The story of the bard killed on the spot.

The bard Koyer glanced at the others in the tavern again.

To be honest, the dwarves are very popular with mercenaries and adventurers, and they are entrusted with forging weapons, although they are a little expensive, but the ores and other materials provided are basically not greedy.

Not talking about tyrants or other dragons is just less talk for adventurers, but adventurers talk more.

Koyel didn't think that an adventurer would take this news to the dwarves and exchange his news for the dwarves' favor.

He didn't want to buy anything from the dwarves in the future to be one, two, three, or four times more expensive, or not be able to buy things, or even be beaten directly as a price.

If you encounter a dwarf with a little more temper, you may even be killed by a single punch.

And....... What's more...... There have been several times when people have framed dwarves to teach or even kill their enemies.

Koyer felt that he had no enemies, but who knows?

Maybe any thief was going to take advantage of his beating to steal his money?

Dwarves don't look down on them, but thieves don't.

Even if the dwarf may be captured by the guards and pay the price, what can he do if the dwarf pays the price? Will it come back to life?

Koyer, who was in a cold sweat, closed his mouth.

After thinking for a moment, he looked at the young man named Ender:

"Maybe we should go to the Elven Kingdom or the Elemental Empire?"

Although the dwarves and elves do not have the same heavy enmity as the dragons, the news they get from various channels is definitely much less than that of the elven kingdom and the elemental empire.

Ender thought for a moment and nodded.

......

The northern part of the mountains.

Unlike the tree walls of the Elven Kingdom that are directly approaching the coastline, the northern part of the Mountain Kingdom is a long distance from the coast, and there are only a few relatively wide canyon rivers that can reach the northern coast.

Above this canyon is a flat, solid, heavy bridge that connects with the canyon rocks.

No one knew how the bridge, which was several miles wide, was formed, and they didn't care.

At least, this caravan from the Tower Kingdom didn't care.

Compared with before, the human caravans in the Tower Kingdom went to the Elven Kingdom much less.

Not because of the attack of the tyrant dragons, but because the caravans that often go to the elven kingdom, whether long or short, will be resupplied in the border cities of the dwarves.

And now......

No one dared to approach.

For every human caravan that dared to make a deal with the new masters of the mountains, with the tyrant's dragons, did not return.

This also made this caravan tremble even around the mountains, for fear that a group of blood-colored scaly dragon beasts would suddenly rush out and attack the caravan.

Not to mention the rest, the most feared thing for the human caravan is naturally the "Tyrant's Wings".

Enemies from the sky can't be dodged.