The situation was at a stalemate, and a large group of soldiers of all kinds stood in the rain, drenched, looking helplessly at the bearded men who were brandishing tools and scolding and laughing.

Kill and kill, fight and can't fight, the current situation is really tricky, fortunately, Sister Cana, who fell in love with the war, didn't come over with the centaurs, otherwise there would definitely be a big fuss and it would be out of control.

The people on the outside want to get in, and the people on the inside want to come out.

In fact, the dwarven craftsmen are not really willing to be in the company of bandits, they also have the dignity of the descendants of the dwarven king and the skillful craftsmen, and they are disgusted by this group of outsiders who kill people and set fires, and they will not be embarrassed by them if there is a line of road.

At least that's what the old chieftain Demara said, and that's what he did.

It's a pity that he has a younger brother with wolf ambitions.

Zarq "Iwahisker" is a fierce general among the dwarves, but this skill is useless in the peaceful mountains until the bandits appear in the mountains and do what he has always wanted to do but could not do.

A wolf sees a pack of wolves, and the result is not surprisingly mixed in.

Although he was cruel and ruthless to the other mountain people, killing and abusing them at every turn, Iwasu treated the dwarven craftsmen with preferential treatment, and allowed them to forge and forge all kinds of weapons and parts for themselves with peace of mind, so that they did not have to fight and die, and ate and drank well and drank well every day.

This group of dwarven craftsmen is very simple-minded, if they can save the workshop and their lives, and still do the work they loved, then they will not think about other things.

They are all craftsmen, and anyone can see that what Iwasu wants to create is extraordinary.

Some people have long guessed that this is the kind of golem that has been forbidden to be built by successive leaders, and to be honest, the craftsmen were not willing to go against the tradition, but on the one hand, Iwasu threatened them with death, and on the other hand, he also induced them, which made many dwarves who were originally aspiring to become blacksmiths moved.

As Iwasu explained to everyone, being able to craft something so complex and powerful is definitely an honor that is extremely difficult for a dwarven craftsman to obtain.

As for what the purpose of the golem is, the craftsman cannot control it, and there is no need to think about it.

Why do you have so many unnecessary distractions when you swing a hammer and smash it into an anvil?

Of course, some people know that this is just a fallacy to pull people into the water, but Iwasu is not only good at sophistry, but also good at physical persuasion, and whoever opposes him will be executed along with his family, and he will be killed as an example.

The population of the town is only a few thousand, and it cannot withstand this kind of brutal killing.

From the time when the "Heavy Hammer" Dimara was imprisoned and the town was controlled by bandits, the nearly 100 dwarven craftsmen inside actually had no choice.

However, instead of believing in the legendary ferocious demons, they are still willing to believe in their own people, and persuade themselves to resist in the name of protecting the workshop.

Of course, this futile insistence is nothing more than delaying Iwasaki's escape and making their sins deeper and deeper.

"The things of our people, we ...... Fix it yourself." While he was still able to move, Demara said to Ninia with difficulty, "Beautiful knight, I beg you, let me do this...... Sinful old decay, go try it...... Convince them."

"Even if they were convinced, they would be sinners." Ninia said coldly, "According to the law of the territory, it is a felony to manufacture prohibited items that endanger the territory without permission and use them for illegal purposes."

"Yes...... We were all wrong, if we could work for life...... To atone for my sins, I think...... You don't want to be martyred for the wicked," the old chief begged, "give us a chance, the lord is an apostle of the craftsman god, and so are we......

Ninia's face was slightly moved.

"Don't you believe in the god of wine?"

La Niña interjected, causing the old leader to blush.

"Drink for pleasure, and work only when you are happy......

"Well, your people only have the only chance tonight." Ninia warned the old chief, "We have just reported to our master, and when the master's reinforcements arrive, and we see that there are still people resisting, the history of this town will end here."

"Don't try to rebuild." La Niña added, "It's a warning to future generations."

"I beg you to spare my people, even if I die, corpses...... For you to use, the old man has no complaints." Dimara shook his head in pain and continued to plead, "The mountain dwarves have passed down the art of making golems, so they can't be with me...... Lost in hand...... I would like to dedicate it to my lord."

"Who is your lord?"

"It's wise...... Benevolent Vinson von Steyakard."

La Nina glanced at Ninia, and the Admiral nodded slightly, which made Demara's face twitch like old bark a lot.

In fact, there is no need for the two to emphasize the seriousness of the matter, Di Mara, as the leader, is also clear, the reason why he was able to live in harmony with the demons before was because he often bribed the "Red Wing" Count Dacoolas, in exchange for years of autonomy.

But even if the Earl of Red Wing is a lazy and lazy fellow, whoever really provokes him will have to pay the price of destruction, not to mention the son of the Demon King who has just defeated the army of Herodes on the border.

Whether the only remaining mountain dwarf in his own territory can survive this month depends on his next operation.

Even if his body was as weak as a broken car about to fall apart, Di Mara did not dare to slack off, and he begged the demons to take him to the town to persuade the people to surrender, and temporarily spare the lives of those who were willing to surrender.

Not all dwarves are genuinely willing to give their lives to Iwasu, some are forced to do so out of desperation and coercion, and some are used by the cunning Iwasu in order to compete for power with the Terran bandits.

When the old leader poured a pile of life-sustaining restorative pills and was carried to the front of the workshop on a makeshift stretcher by a group of men, he sat up and shouted in a decrepit but majestic voice.

"Descendants of Dardin, the Divine Artisan, lay down your tools, I ...... As the true leader of the mountain dwarves, I command you to submit to your lord and join in the crusade...... Crusade against the ranks of the rebels!"

At first, when the people inside saw the old leader through the window, they couldn't believe it as if they had seen the undead, because many people thought that the old leader must be dead.

The demons are good at manipulating the dead, this is a matter of well-known to the world, and if the leader dies, the corpse can still be used as their prop.

Seeing that the people inside refused to respond, Di Mara also let go, regardless of his physical weakness, he swallowed a large mouthful of the "Sweet Water Old Cellar" sent by the demon clan as if he was dying, and his spirit was suddenly lifted and his courage surged to his heart.

A bunch of words that Ninia didn't understand chattered about, and the people inside finally showed signs of wavering, and some people pushed open the door and came out tremblingly.

Hey? This...... It's solved?