In the ancient and magnificent council hall of the Warhammer Tribe, Su Gan's divine power incarnation sat on the stone seat exclusive to the leader of the Warhammer Tribe.

The whole council hall has a rough and solemn atmosphere, and a huge melting pot is placed in the grand council hall.

Su Gan had to sigh at the dwarven clan's love for forging.

After the day's war, the situation of the Warhammer tribe had basically stabilized, and Su Gan sat on the stone seat and closed his eyes to think about how to choose the target of the cleanup next.

"Your Highness."

Fast's voice sounded in Su Gan's ears, and Su Gan opened his eyes.

Looking at the tired Fast, he bowed his head and asked, "Among the dwarven captives who surrendered, we found the prophet of this dwarven tribe, do you need to interrogate?" ”

"Yes, bring it here."

Hearing his affirmative answer, Fast bowed slightly to Su Gan, then turned around and walked towards the door.

The Dwarven Prophet is a sacrificial being in charge of a tribe, and in this world where the gods appear, the status is even higher than that of the dwarven leader who is the leader of the tribe.

Su Gan thought that this dwarven prophet had died in the war like the dwarven leader, but he didn't expect that he actually survived and became a prisoner.

In this case, then you can learn about the situation of these dwarven tribes near Black Rock City from his mouth.

After all, as an ordinary civilian of the tribe, he may not know the specific situation in the vicinity, but as a tribal prophet, he definitely knows something.

A moment later, Fast came to Su Gan with a scorched, sturdy dwarf dressed in a mage's robe.

"Your Highness, the Dwarven Prophet of the Warhammer Tribe has brought."

Fast first used great force to make such a dwarf kneel to the ground, and then nodded slightly at Su Gan.

Su Gan looked at the dwarven prophet in front of him, the white spell robe had turned into a tattered gray robe in the war, and the brown beard unique to the dwarf clan on his face was also burned unevenly, especially there was a huge blood stain on the back of his head, which seemed to have been knocked unconscious.

As for whether he was knocked unconscious by his own clansmen and escaped, or was knocked unconscious by the warriors of the Warhammer tribe to save his life, Su Gan did not know.

"You're the prophet of this dwarven tribe, aren't you?"

Su Gan scratched his chin with his hand and said slowly.

“......”

The dwarf prophet looked at Su Gan in front of him with indifferent eyes, and did not speak.

"Poof."

With a bang, Fast kicked the dwarven prophet directly in the back, and the dwarven prophet who fell to the ground spat blood directly on the ground of the dwarven hall.

Then Fast Yin said deeply: "Your Highness is asking you something." ”

"The god of the dwarves will not spare you, evil invaders."

"For the Great Oswid!!"

The dwarven prophet did not give in after taking Fast's kick, and he suddenly burst into flames as he fell to his knees, and then rushed to Su Gan on the stone seat with a loud roar.

biu~~~

Su Qian lazily raised his fingers, and a golden divine light shot out from his fingertips, and with a bang, it directly shot the rushing dwarf prophet into a cloud of blood mist.

"Unwilling to cooperate?"

Looking at the dwarven prophet in front of him who had turned into a blood mist, Su Gan muttered.

"But, do you think I won't know if you don't tell me?"

To be reasonable, Su Gan thinks that he is not a person who loves to kill, just like today's daytime war, if these dwarves are willing to surrender, he doesn't mind letting them die.

But if he is like a dwarf prophet who can't see his own situation clearly and provokes himself indiscriminately, Su Gan doesn't mind sending him on his way.

A white phantom was created in the blood mist that burst from the dwarven prophet, and if one looked closely at this white phantom, they could see that this white phantom was the dwarven prophet who had just exploded into a blood mist.

This is the soul of the Dwarven Prophet, and if the Dwarven God had not fallen, he would have gone to the Kingdom of the Dwarven God now.

But because the dwarven god has fallen, he can only go to the underworld of this world and turn into an undead.

Ahh......hh

Su Gan held up his palm with his backhand, and then a huge suction force formed in Su Gan's palm, and the soul of the dwarf prophet was sucked into Su Gan's palm in a scream.

Because without the protection of the gods, Su Gan could directly read the information he wanted from the souls of the dwarven prophets.

Su Gan closed his eyes and began to check the memories of the dwarven prophet.

......

......

In a dark, wide cavern, a young dwarf and an elderly dwarf sat face to face.

The appearance of the dwarven prophet could be faintly seen in the young dwarf's facial features.

"Adric Warhammer, are you really willing to give everything you have for my god?"

The old dwarf spoke slowly to the young man in front of him.

"Yes, I am willing to give everything I have for the great dwarven god."

When the young dwarven prophet heard the words of the old dwarf on the other side, a look of reason erupted in his eyes that did not belong to him at his age.

"Good"

The old dwarf looked at the dwarf boy in front of him with satisfaction, and the dwarf boy in front of him was a natural believer.

It is his honor to be a guide on the path of his prophets: "In that case, let us begin." ”

After saying this, the old dwarf slowly got up and came to the young dwarf's side, and lightly tapped his finger on the young dwarf's forehead: "The future Warhammer tribe will be handed over to you." ”

Time passes......

The young dwarf slowly opened his eyes, and a streamer flashed in the dwarven boy's eyes, and he looked at the now empty cavern.

He knew that the old prophet had gone to the kingdom of the dwarven gods.

He felt the huge amount of information in his mind, the information that had been passed down from generations of dwarven prophets, and he couldn't fully digest it now.

It was only a long time to grasp it, and the young dwarf slowly stood up and began to walk towards the mouth of the cave that lit up with white light.

The young dwarf walked slowly to the entrance of the cave, and he saw that the dwarves were already standing densely outside the hole.

When they saw the young dwarf appear at the entrance of the cave, they all fell to their knees and began to bow down to the young dwarf.

"Greet the succession of the new prophet, and may the glory of the dwarven gods shine on you forever!!"

"Greet the succession of the new prophet, and may the glory of the dwarven gods shine on you forever!!"

"Greet the succession of the new prophet, and may the glory of the dwarven gods shine on you forever!!"

Adric Warhammer, a young dwarven prophet, watched the scene before him, and he even spotted the leader of their tribe among the kneeling dwarves.

His eyes grew firm, and he knew that he was now representing more than himself, he was now the representative of the dwarven god in this tribe.