Siegel's interest in the kingdom of the dwarves has grown, and he can't wait to support him to continue climbing the stone stairs. When you reach the snow line, the stone ladder will be covered with snow all year round, and after experiencing round after round of pressure, the snow has turned to ice in some places, and the whole ladder is smooth and round like crystal, which is very difficult to climb. Siegel carefully crouches on the steep mountain wall, sometimes even using his chin as a fulcrum to help maintain balance. The scythe was an extension of his arm, helping him break through the ice, stopping one step at a time and walking slowly and carefully.

It's a long process, and there's no room for error. There were a couple of times when Siegel wanted to speed things up, but the result of slipping under his feet brought him to his senses. He turned his head to look down, and the wind blew up the snow and obscured his vision, and he couldn't see the gentle path around the mountain, just a few steps below his feet, there was only snowflakes in the air, and nothing else. The elven master once said that the passage around the mountain opened by the dwarves was much easier, and many of the sections were tunnels that burrowed into the mountain, which could avoid the wind and snow and get a chance to breathe. But the staircase is always exposed, always in the harshest environment, and the harsh trials are always present.

This feeling was even more pronounced when he crossed the cloud line: clouds mixed with snowflakes rolled around him, and two or three steps in front of him were the limit of his vision. The icy wind howled on the narrow stone staircase, and it often changed direction, as if there were many big hands tearing people outward. Here, the hot breath exhaled from the mouth quickly freezes on the face, making the skin sore and swollen. Even though he wrapped his head in black veil, Siegel felt like his eyes were about to freeze. He often stopped to close his eyes vigorously, or rubbed his eyelids through the black veil to generate heat, barely able to maintain his vision.

The cold wind is biting, and this sentence has fully demonstrated its power. If he hadn't smeared butter all over his body earlier, Siegel would soon have been killed by frostbite. Sometimes he felt his whole body paralyzed and his muscles trembled. Whenever this happened, he would take the liquor from his bosom and take a good sip to rekindle the fire in his chest and abdomen to support his strength.

It was a very difficult test, but there was no way back, so I could only grit my teeth and persevere. When he was tired, Siegel felt as if his lungs were incapacitated, and no matter how hard he breathed, he couldn't get air. He also had the illusion that he had frozen into one with the mountain and would be left here forever. At one point, Siegel felt like he was still climbing, and his hands and feet were struggling to move, but in fact he stopped where he was. The muscles do the same action for a long time to create the illusion, and his mind feels the fatigue of the body and wants to rest, which also condones the deception of this feeling. Siegel was on the verge of falling asleep on his stomach on the mountain road.

Fortunately, the howling wind woke him up violently, so that he did not fall into a dead sleep.

After passing through the clouds, the wind and snow are much lighter, but the cold is even worse. The snowflakes blow up from under your feet, making it difficult to get your balance, and Siegel always feels like he's swaying. Without the obstruction of clouds, the reflection of the sun on the top of the snow-capped mountain was extremely dazzling, and Bai Huanghuang did not dare to look around. Siegel almost pressed his nose against the mountain wall, his eyes only staring at the nearest staircase, moving upwards step by step, squeezing out the last strength in his body at all. Many times he thought he would die on this mountain road.

Until he climbed the platform of the gate of the Dwarven Kingdom at the top of Mora.

This is a natural cave in the middle of the mountain, the entrance of the cave is more than 50 meters high and more than 200 meters wide, like a huge mouth of a snow-capped mountain. The dwarves used this place as the entrance to the kingdom, built the walls of the city using the stone that has not been damaged for thousands of years, and forged the gate of "never falling" out of pure gold. Outside the gate was a platform made of single rock, leaving an area for the storage of goods on one side near the ring road, and the other side was completely empty for goods or travelers to approach. In the center of the clearing there is an alloy pillar with seven supporting feet at the bottom, each of which is engraved with the family crest of one of the seven clans who came here that year. On the low pillar is a fist-sized diamond, perfectly cut into 80 faces, radiating a sparkle that will capture everyone's attention. This is one of the prides of Mora's Peak, and at all times there are three dwarven guards standing guard, dressed in black full-body armor inlaid with mythril, gems, and mystical runes, making them very recognizable. One of them would look at the sky beyond the platform, one would look at the passage in front of the gate of the kingdom, and the last one would keep looking at the diamond itself. They each carried a flag symbolizing the symbols of the three clans that had ascended to the top, and in the other hand they wielded a dwarven sword and shield, a special weapon that combined attack and defense. Except for the changing of the guard, they will stand still like a rock, oblivious to what else is happening on the platform. The three guards had only one purpose: to greet the brave who could climb up the Holy Ladder.

It will take years for one person here to make it to the top.

Siegel nearly fainted from exhaustion as he climbed up, and he didn't notice the three dwarven guards. At that time, he just wanted to lie on the ground and stretch his limbs. He kept his eyes closed due to the pain in his eyes. So when he opened his eyes and saw three pure black armors, and there were beards that could be dragged to the ground under the helmets, especially the six eyes that were shining, he was really startled.

"Congratulations, brave one, through the real diamond, we have witnessed your climbing, and you will be called the brave of the summit!"

The dwarves helped him up, asked his name, wrapped him around a wide gold belt, and fastened the three-pole banner behind his back. The surrounding dwarves cheered, and news of the new 'Ascending Brave' would soon spread. His name, his countenance, and his feat will be known to every dwarf at the top of Mora.

Siegel had a chance to see the top of the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, you can't see the top of the mountain, you can only vaguely see the peaks in the clouds. Climb up the hill and look down at the view, the view is completely different. The sunlight lay on the white snow clouds, and for a moment Siegel had the illusion that he was sailing on the sea. Through the gaps between the clouds, he could see the vast expanse of the land, and see villages and towns as small as a grain of rice. If you look up, the summit of Mora is not far away, and it stands as majestic as a giant. A gust of wind blew, and the snowflakes on the summit flew like a white flag. Like the majesty of the sea, the majesty of the mountains and the majesty of the shore are also a spectacle. Standing on the edge of the cavern, with his back to the majestic mountains, facing the endless sky and the vast expanse of the earth, Siegel shouted vigorously to express the ecstasy in his heart. The top of Mora echoed him, and there was a deafening roar that caused an avalanche.

Siegel scratched his head and looked nervously at the dwarf.

"It's okay, don't worry. The dwarf was not in a hurry: "Tunnels have been built in places prone to avalanches, so no pedestrians will be injured by this." ”

"I don't know if you've seen an elf lady whose name is Leah Amasasia. She's my master, and we're here to find the dwarves......"

"Come to find the dwarf Elint - invincible - diamond!" a voice rang out like thunder.

Siegel looked over and saw the elven master standing behind a "huge" dwarf. The reason why the dwarf is described in this way is that he has the size of a water tank, and is twice thicker than the average dwarf. But this was not a dwarf who had become fat because of his penchant for ale, on the contrary, he was very strong, and his arms were thicker than Siegel's thighs, which were really like stone pillars. The dwarf was bald, and his skull was coated with antifreeze oil, which glistened in the sun. His hair was probably all on his face, and his thick, luxuriant red beard was braided into seven braids that hung down to the dwarven belt. He wore a bearskin coat and came up to give Siegel a warm hug. Siegel only felt that his whole body was tightly locked, and it was more difficult to break free than the time he was captured by the trolls, and the pain was terrible in many places. When the dwarves were finished, Siegel was dragged by him to the kingdom's Adamantite Gate, accompanied by Elint's shouting, "This is my friend!

The dwarves cheered in unison again, and Leah smiled and clapped as she passed.

Elint lives on the third floor of the Top of Mora, from the highest to the lowest, which is the exclusive area of the three Ascending Clans. The Jewel Clan has a continuous cave here and has transformed them into beautiful accommodations. Stout marble columns support the roof of the cave, and heavy masonry walls divide the rooms into rooms with different functions. The walls are inlaid with gemstones, and the stove is blazing, making the room shine with colorful light. In the center of the room was a huge tabby table, twenty meters long, which could seat fifty people. Here, Elliint is fulfilling his promise to entertain his best friends. Most of the people in the seats were his kinsmen, and his apprentices helped out. The excited dwarfs ran around and knocked their elders to the ground, which reminded Siegel of a game of pool that seafarers often played. All the dwarves wanted to come and say hello to him, patting him excitedly and shouting "Brave to the top" to congratulate him. Too many dwarves' faces are covered in hair, and they can't see their faces at all. For the foreigners, and especially for Siegel, he could only tell the difference between the two dwarves by his beard.

The table was filled with delicacies, the sausages were piled up in mountains, the cheese was cut into chunks, and the large bone broth in the saucepan was bubbling with aroma. Five fat sheep roasted to golden crispiness, biting apples in their mouths, provocatively staring at the dwarves around them.

Dwarven children always want to reach for the good food, and that's not allowed. The adults next to him will pick up such a naughty child and throw it out. The dwarves were very resolute, and they were rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and the children who were thrown out rolled around and laughed together.

You can't eat, but you can drink as much as you want. The ale here is so mellow that you can almost chew it when you swallow it, and it is even more fragrant, cold and fast, and has an endless aftertaste.

In another room, Siegel was changing his clothes with the help of the dwarves - he only had a robe to wear now. On the way up the mountain, his chain armor caused a lot of trouble, and when he untied his clothes, he found that he had multiple frostbites on his body, and some of his skin and muscles had atrophied, and even stuck to the armor. Fortunately, the dwarf has a doctor here who can give him initial treatment to prevent further deterioration of his injuries.

"Boy Siegel, you're really desperate, and for outsiders, that ladder is a test of life and death. Fortunately, we are very experienced in treating frostbite, and you can recover from these injuries without affecting you from becoming a good fighter!" Elliint picked up the gold belt again, and continued, "This belt is the Dwarven Honor Belt, allowing the wearer to be as strong and tough as the dwarves at the top of Mora. You carry it with you at all times, and it will also help you recover from frostbite. ”

Siegel put on his belt and hugged Elint tightly. He really likes the feeling of being now, surrounded by warm, friendly, straightforward dwarves. The old captain is also such a character, so for Siegel, it feels like home again.

Opening the door and entering the banquet hall, Siegel immediately smelled the fragrance, and his saliva flowed. Elint stood in the chair of the main seat, holding her glass aloft, next to Siegel and Leah. He shouted, "Celebrate the arrival of your friends!" and drank his wine. The feast began, with the dwarves holding knives in one hand and wine glasses in the other, as if they were fighting on the battlefield with swords and shields. A few defiant fat sheep were torn apart in seconds and rolled into the dwarf's belly. However, the suckling sheep here at the head of the table are protected from poisonous hands, which is prepared separately for the guests. At Elinte's signal, Siegel picked up the knife and was the first to cut the meat. Under the knife, the crunchy skin of the roast beeps and the hot oil juice runs down. Siegel thought about it, and according to the rules of the sea, he found a thinner piece and put it on the elf master's plate.

"You must eat!" cried Elint, who was more excited than ever, "Eat! Eat!" he urged.

Leah picked up her knife and fork, elegantly cut off a small piece, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly. Then she took another sip of brandy, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and said slowly, "You don't really think I'm a vegetarian, do you?"

Irint didn't pay any attention to his words, just slapped the table and told Siegel to quickly cut a piece for herself. He shouted: "Cut as much as you can eat, don't be polite!"

Hearing this, Siegel smiled happily. He swung his knife to perfectly demonstrate the accuracy and sharpness of the elven knife technique, separating the head and two front legs from the sheep. To the dwarves' loud cheers, he had a plate of roast lamb that was still smoking.

It is difficult to perceive the passage of time in the caves inside the peaks, only that the banquet lasted for a long time. New meat is constantly coming up, and new guests are coming to the door. Everyone laughed, sang, drank and feasted, and enjoyed simple pleasures.

Elf Leah didn't stay long, knowing that her presence would make the dwarves unable to let go of their hands and feet to celebrate. She gave Siegel a look as she was leaving, meaning to tell him to be careful. Siegel was preoccupied with the barbecue and failed to grasp the meaning of his eyes, which resulted in him being drunk by the dwarves three times.