The silent forest is dark, damp, and cold. Tall trees shade the sun, while shrubs and vines fill the gaps between the trees.

Although it is still early winter, all kinds of mutated poisonous insects and monsters have begun to appear. The creatures here are extremely strong and bloodthirsty, either several times larger than normal, or brightly colored and strangely shaped.

Less than five kilometers into the forest, the team encountered dozens of strange two-headed wolves. These gray and white wolves are half the size of the average dire wolf, and one of them can even use simple little magic. The first to be attacked were the Golden Lion Knights, who marched in the middle of the procession and were guarded on both wings.

was suddenly attacked, but it was a stage for the Golden Lion Knight to show his strong strength. They all flickered with vindictiveness. The sword skills are simple and ruthless, and you can solve a demon wolf in a few clicks. The three of the Golden Lion Knights are in a group of their own, attacking and defending with two attacks, and the coordination is extremely smooth, and the attack is clean and neat. Seeing that everyone was secretly heartbroken.

Moments later, these powerful mutant wolves were forever turned into fertilizer for the trees.

Paulus couldn't help but smile.

This time, even Rogge and other aristocratic youths had to admit that his pride was very reasonable. The Golden Lion Knight's individual combat power may not be too strong, but when three or five of them are together, they are a terrifying force. If fifty golden lion knights formed a battle formation, the more than three hundred dragon and beauty knights under Rogge would only have to flee for their lives. Thinking about the few times in the past when they almost clashed, the aristocratic young people shuddered.

Despite the strength of this team of 700 people, this journey to the Silent Forest was extremely hard. The most relaxed was probably Floya, who summoned an ancient mammoth five meters tall from nowhere, and actually built a small tent on it, and rested comfortably in it.

Three days and two nights passed, and the team finally made its way out of the silent forest with difficulty. As Floya's mammoth trampled down a large tree at the outermost edge of the forest, a barren land appeared in front of everyone, and in the distance were undulating dwarven hills.

The team hid at the edge of the forest, waiting for the scouts to return. After a short time, Jing Ge's two personal entourages returned. Their faces were ugly, and the first thing they said when they came back was, "This tribe is a tribe of mountain dwarves! And the hill giants live with them!"

The dwarves are subdivided into more than a dozen large clans, and there are countless small clans. But no matter how they are divided, the mountain dwarves are firmly among the top three dwarf races. This is not because of their large population, but because of the strength of their warriors. As for the hill giants, they have been distant relatives of the dwarves since ancient times. However, one is often more than four meters tall, and the other is only more than one meter tall, and how to get close to each other has always been a big problem for monster scholars.

It is also said that the hill giants have the blood of ancient giants. Although they don't have the strength of the ancient giants that are comparable to the gods and demons of the dragon clan, their strength is still more or less proportional to the size. The wooden sticks or stone sticks in the hands of adult hill giants often weigh hundreds of catties, which is enough to knock a heavily armored knight away with a man and a horse in one round! Even the most ordinary hill giant can easily deal with a dozen human knights.

Hill giants often live in groups with dwarves. When a dwarven tribe is strong enough, it is common for several giants to live with them.

The appearance of the hill giants showed that Jing Ge's intelligence had made a serious mistake, and this dwarven tribe was more than twice as powerful as originally expected! Although there was one more Floya on the hunting side, the certainty of annihilating them was much smaller.

Fortunately, everyone is resourceful and slick, and they never think that it will be a chore to plan a few poisonous schemes. Even righteous men like Paulus were reluctant to confront the hill giants directly with their men, preferring instead to resort to some intrigues. The justice of the golden lion is also reserved, otherwise it would not have participated in this hunt.

The hunting party quietly set up camp in the silent forest. After some deliberation, everyone felt that they should first understand the strength of this dwarven tribe before making a decision. The bottle of "Curse of the Fallen God" in Rogge's hand also needed time to take effect.

When it comes to reconnaissance, Jing Ge's subordinates are mostly strange people, and there are many masters of stealth and camouflage, and there are also various means. There are high-level thieves with 'elven cloaks' who move freely in the forest and barely show their tracks, there are dark druids who can use all kinds of animals to scout their enemies, and there are steppe elves who hide in the grass and are almost undetectable. However, after seeing Floya's reconnaissance methods, everyone knows how powerful the magician is and how terrifying this witch is.

After many unsuccessful scouting attempts, Floya finally agreed to help. It was a really fun hunt for her, and she couldn't just stop halfway.

With the help of the two maids, it didn't take long for the witch to lay down a huge magic array. She then pulled out a small, blood-red vial, and when the lengthy incantation was finished, she poured out three drops of dark red viscous liquid. As soon as these three drops of mysterious potion fell into the magic array, a large blood-colored mist erupted, and sharp screams and roars continued to come out of the dense fog, and there were faint bursts of heavy bells.

Everyone suddenly had some illusions, as if the extremely vicious and terrifying Demon Abyss had opened its door in this thick fog.

A moment later, a shadowy, vague, translucent little monster screamed and jumped out of the fog, it was extremely ugly, with a disproportionately large mouth and sharp teeth inside. It screamed viciously, as if it was ready to bite onlookers. Then a large number of monsters poured out, screaming and tearing at each other, scrambling to the front.

Although these little monsters were not powerful, when they later jumped out of the fog in hundreds and thousands, the sight was extremely terrifying. Some of the timid men in the hunting party turned pale and were already involuntarily retreating.

At Floya's signal, Rog pulled out the 'Curse of the Fallen God', opened the cap, and sprinkled it on the monster pile. The little monsters squeezed desperately upward, and in the blink of an eye, a monster pile was built. The little monster that had been stained with a little potion was so excited that it screamed and jumped off the top of the monster pile, turning into a light mist and burrowing into the earth.

In a few moments, thousands of little monsters received the potion and disappeared into the earth.

When everything calmed down, the screams of monsters seemed to linger in everyone's ears.

While she waited, Floya went back to her small tent on the back of the mammoth to drink tea, and looked at her graceful back and gait, and most people had lost their lust in their eyes, and replaced them with fear and awe.

After a while, a small monster screamed and rushed out of the ground and jumped into the magic circle. A little later, another one. Then more and more monsters pounced on the magic array.

Each time a small monster rushed in, the scenery on the magic array blurred for a while, and a small piece of new scenery slowly appeared. The hunters gathered around the magic circle from afar, wordlessly watching the changes beyond their comprehension.

An hour later, all the little monsters were back. A two-meter transparent sphere formed above the magic array, and inside the ball was a shrunken dwarven hill. Streams, forests, dwarven underground tunnels, dungeons, underground veins, and even a few mineral veins are all clearly displayed. Extrapolating from the scale, the sphere shows a range hundreds of meters deep into the dwarven hills!

Such a reconnaissance was something that Jing Ge's scouts could never have dreamed of. What's even more terrifying is that under this spell, if the little witch wants to poison someone, it will be easy! Rogge, who has always hated Floya, secretly reweighs his own weight.

At this moment, Floya stepped out of the tent, and the leaders of the hunting party gathered around the magic circle, observing the terrain of the dwarven hills in awe of the ball of light. From time to time, Floya adjusted the angle and range of the ball of light, and a huge, mysterious, and unthinkable dwarven underground kingdom** was naked and exposed to countless greedy eyes.

The scale of this dwarven tribe was much larger than expected, although there were no creatures in the light ball, but judging from the size of the dungeon, I am afraid that there were at least more than 5,000 people.

The dungeon is built in a huge crypt with a square kilometer in circumference. The crypt is more than fifty meters high, and the tallest building in the dwarf dungeon is also more than twenty meters. The crypt is half-natural and half-artificially excavated, so that everyone can't help but admire how these dwarves can build such a magnificent underground city in the middle of a rocky mountain!

A large tribe of dwarves has already created an underground city that looks like a miracle to humans, what will it be like in the dwarven kingdom in the west of the continent?

The tunnels around the dungeon are as dense as spider webs, and there are several passages that stretch to the west, extending beyond the range of the ball of light, leading to the mysterious Luoyue Mountain Range. What catches everyone's attention is a mysterious huge tunnel. Judging by the proportions, the diameter of this tunnel is more than ten meters, and it zigzags into the depths of the ground. Floya adjusted the magic ball several times in a row, but she couldn't tell where the tunnel led or how long it was.

The veins of the dwarven dungeon are clearly displayed in the orb of light, and several large mines are also within the sphere of light, but the purpose of this tunnel is unknown. Most of the people present frowned slightly, because they knew very well that there were too many unknown and terrifying creatures in the depths of the earth, in the dark abyss. Although most of the dwarves believe in the god of war and still belong to the glorious camp, there are no absolutes in this world, otherwise there would be no races such as gray dwarves and dark elves.

Dealing with such a huge dwarven tribe, not to mention the total annihilation of this manpower in front of him, even if he wins, it is really difficult to win. But the chances of victory are not impossible, and the leaders of the capture team are all scheming people, and their insidious and vicious features are not comparable to the straightforward dwarves riding unicorns. What's more, everyone still has the trump card of 'curse of the fallen gods'. In addition, Floya's powerful people have not yet touched the edge, and Rogge has always hidden some strength. God knows how many of the people present are hiding something!

At least Jing Ge's big fat man will never be a weak look in front of him.

And at this moment the hunters know themselves and their opponents, but the prey still know nothing about the impending disaster.

The afternoon sun has always been a favorite of the dwarves. Although dwarves spend most of their lives underground, no alpine dwarf will miss the opportunity to bask in the sun.

Storm and Hammer Gasus arranged themselves comfortably on a pile of rocks. The dark brown leather armor on the two dwarven warriors was very close to the color of the surrounding rocks, and if they were not very close to them, they would not have been noticed at all. Storm is sixty years older than Hammer Gasso, and his strength is naturally much higher. Storm is a good hand at using tomahawks, and is already an intermediate fighter, and is close to a high-level fighter in strength. Tempest's apprentice, Hammer Gasso, was not yet fifty years old, and was only a beginner warrior, and his usual weapon was a warhammer.

In terms of strength, Storm steadily entered the top two hundred of the tribal samurai. Originally, such work as sentry was done by beginner warriors, but in the past two days, more and more people in the tribe have begun to get sick inexplicably. Fortunately, the condition is not serious, most of them are just weak, and they can barely mine. For the alpine dwarves, who have always been strong, if they can't get out of bed, they won't be called sick!

The only thing that worries people is that the wizards of the clan still don't know about this disease, and there is no good way to treat it. Even three out of a dozen wizards contracted the strange disease.

The three-hundred-year-old Great Wizard Tianyan in the clan has been sad for the past few days, and he can't stop saying that the demon is about to return to this world, and the light will suffer. It is also said that the demon's claws have reached out to the tribe, asking the dwarf king to relocate the entire tribe. However, this request was flatly rejected by the Dwarven King.

"Our king is still wise! I have never seen so many veins gathered together in more than a hundred years! There is no place where the earth is warm and dry. Even the ale made from the water here tastes different!Can those greedy and cunning humans be at least a few hundred miles away, and with their weak bodies, they can still pass through the silent forest and the poisonous swamp?" Storm thought incessantly, and couldn't help but secretly take a few more sips of wine. Warhammer Gasso was already asleep lying on a large rock.

yes, how could anyone come to such a place? Not even a few large creatures.

A loud bang rang in the ears of the storm, and the whole world shook. The storm fell off the boulder, and the helmet flew far away, with a noticeable dent. Only then did Storm realize that the loud noise just now turned out to be a heavy blow to his head.

He roared and scrambled to his feet, raising his tomahawk in his hand and searching for the sneak attacker. Hammer Gasso was also thrown from the heap of stones, and he fell on his stomach on the ground, unknown to him.

"Huh", a voice came from behind Storm. "The dwarf is really strong, so heavy that he didn't get knocked out!"

Taken aback, Storm quickly turned around to see the hilt of a war spear shining with milky white fighting spirit rapidly expanding in front of his eyes. Storm's eyes darkened, and this time he finally lost consciousness. Before he fell unconscious, he thought to himself, "Why? Why are there Holy Knights attacking us?"

Kate held a dwarf in one hand and threw it to the dragon and beauty knights who followed behind her.

The knights soon found the exit of the dwarf's tunnel. Kate looked at the deep cave and asked Rogge behind her with a solemn expression: "You say, is that 'curse of the fallen gods' really useful?"

Rogge replied lightly: "There must be some uses." You should know where that thing came from. ”

"That dwarf was very strong, and he didn't look like he had taken medicine at all. If the dwarves are all so strong, we will have a hard time doing it this time!"

Rogge said, "Poisoned dwarves will not be sent out to sentry. Let's do it according to the original plan. Judging from the terrain shown that day, this is the last tunnel entrance in this area. Go back and try the dwarves first. ”

In the depths of the Silent Forest, a large camp tent has been erected. The poisonous insects and demonic beasts that originally lived here had to give up this territory. The slightly more supernatural monsters all felt the dangerous aura that diffused in the camp, but there were still many unlucky ones who didn't have time to escape, which became excellent test materials for Floya.

A deep scream rang out in the camp. More than a dozen dwarves captured in the past two days are being tortured. Except for the Golden Lion Knight, almost all the people in the camp are good at torture, and from time to time some fresh information will be tortured.

The large tent in the center of the camp is painted with a small but extremely complex magic circle, and a two-meter-sized water ball is floating on the magic array, and the water ball shows the terrain of the dwarven underground kingdom in great detail. From time to time, samurai would come in and report the latest torture information. Then there will be more cursors in the water balloon that represent various meanings. Gradually, the distribution of the dwarven dungeons' forces and important strategic points were marked on the map.

In the process, everyone appreciated the arrogance of the dwarf style.

The dwarves have an unrivaled adoration for their tribal king. According to them, the Dwarven King's 'Flame Hammer' is as strong as any powerful man in the world, and he alone can deal with at least fifty of the most powerful Dwarven Centennial Warriors! As for the hunting party, these beam-jumping clowns, in the words of the dwarves, are just a bunch of rats moaning under the dwarf king's war hammer.

Of course, the samurai taught these blind dwarves a hard lesson, and they screamed so badly. But though the dwarves did not say anything, the contempt in their eyes continued unabated. The samurai were also a little helpless about this.

Based on the dwarves' descriptions, Rogge and the others deduced that the dwarven king had at least fifteen or so levels of strength. His thirty elite dwarven centennial warriors should be about level ten, which is not much related to the strength of the Golden Lion Knights, or even slightly stronger. As for the one hundred high-level fighters, two hundred intermediate fighters and five hundred junior fighters, it was also a very headache. There are more than 6,000 people in the entire dwarven tribe, and there are more than 1,000 adult miners with some combat power.

Among these dwarves, there are as many as a thousand who can be called qualified craftsmen. A thousand craftsmen! At least at least 100,000 gold coins! Such a huge dwarven tribe has survived for quite some time, and the value of the wealth and treasures accumulated is far higher than 100,000 gold coins. If the tribe can have three or five very good magic equipment, it will be worth more than 100,000 gold coins. Of course, dwarven women and children, although not as valuable as craftsmen, are definitely not money-losers. Dwarves can grow into excellent craftsmen and warriors, while dwarven women, because of their racial advantages, tend to have more strength than adult Terran men, and are good at doing coolies and everything.

There was still a thought lurking in Rog's mind, why couldn't dwarven women train to be craftsmen? The fat man thought a little longer, dwarves were not as arrogant as elves, but they were stubborn. It is as difficult for them to work for themselves in peace as it is for them to shave their beards. But dwarves with families are different. For the sake of the family's livelihood, the dwarven slaves will have to work hard for themselves. So the dwarf woman child Rog is ready to eat it all, and it won't cost a few more dollars anyway. As for a few more mouths, it is even more trivial, and the profit of a high-grade weapon is enough to feed ten dwarves.

None of this takes into account the value of the dwarven underground veins. That is the most astonishing wealth, because there is a small gold mine under this hill. Although Floya's magic ball of light is not very clear, I believe everyone can already see it clearly.

So, while the dwarven tribes are surprisingly powerful, the benefits are enough to drive people crazy. The 30-year mining rights of the vein alone are estimated to be worth at least 2 million gold coins.

No one will flinch in front of piles of gold coins. Benjamin urgently summoned the Shadow Killer and the Dark Knight, whom the Clark Chamber of Commerce had been secretly training. Although there are not many of these people, only about sixty people, their strength is enough to compare with the Golden Lion Knight. These people are the top secret of the Clark Chamber of Commerce! It seems that in order to take down the dwarven tribe in front of him, even the old fox Benjamin has to make a desperate bet.

In the face of huge interests, this strange combination is more and more solid.

The Dwarven King, the Flame Hammer, restlessly circled the luxurious halls. He had never encountered so many trivial things.

Fifteen years ago, he led his people through hardships and walked out of the depths of the Luoyue Mountain Range, where the living environment was harsh, and finally found this place that was extremely suitable for dwarves to survive. When he announced his settlement here, the whole clan thundered with joy. Along the way, snowstorms, bitter cold, demonic beasts, hunger, and disease have claimed the lives of 6,000 people.

At that time, the whole clan was less than 4,000 people, but now in just a dozen years, it has increased by more than 1,000 people, and there are already ten hill giants who have joined the tribe from the high mountains, and even one mountain giant.

But it didn't take long for the happy time for the damned, greedy humans to come to the land! Over the past three days, a dozen dwarves have disappeared one after another while going out or on guard. Detectives sent out reported that signs of human expedition activity were found. It seems likely that these dwarves were captured by the Terrans. In any case, as the king of the dwarves, the "Flame Hammer" must save his own people.

Unfortunately, in the past few days, some people in the clan have been sick one after another, not a serious illness, just a general weakness and lack of energy, and no one has died because of this. But the progress of mining has been greatly affected. The sick miners are still working, but their output is less than half of what it used to be. It's such a small illness that makes the wizards of the clan helpless, and they can't find out what the cause is. Considering that time was still short, the enlightened dwarven king barely suppressed his extraordinary anger and prepared to give the wizards a few more days.

The thought of the wizard made him angry. The great wizard of the clan, Tianyan, is more than five hundred years old, and while his mana is profound, he is becoming more and more nonsense and timid. When he first took a fancy to this land, he did everything he could to obstruct it, saying that this was a dark place cursed by demons, and that demons would be born here.

No matter how you look at this land, it is a blessed land for the dwarves, and where are there any signs of curse? As for the human beings who come to disturb them, they are not a big trouble. Even if the Terrans were able to make it through the Silent Forest, they would not be able to bring their most powerful heavy cavalry. Without cavalry, the human race is like a toothless tiger, what is there to be afraid of?

As for the cunning of the human race, it must not surpass the outstanding wisdom of the dwarf king, so you might as well use the self-righteous cunning of these human races to play a trick on them. Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared to the Dwarf King. He commanded in a rough voice, "Come, gather all the warrior leaders, elders, great wizards, and priests!

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