Looking at Eunuch An Xi who fell to the ground in a coma, Lin Qi and Ying Qin's faces became extremely weird.

Lin Qi glared at the wine barrel, and then looked over at the few Heavenly Soldier Valley town guards on the side. An old and steady town guard general stepped forward and respectfully saluted Lin Qi and Ying Qin: "Returning to the two princes, these old dwarves, they are all grandmaster-level forging masters, and everyone has experience in forging top-level holy weapons, so although they curse people, it is a little ugly......"

Lin Qi and Ying Qin nodded in realization.

There's no way, this is the privilege of Wally's old dwarves, because they are all forging grandmasters, and they have all forged top-level holy weapons, so they are qualified to be arrogant and presumptuous here, and even point at their top boss Craftsman Ling and scold them nonsense, scolding An Xi, the supreme leader of the Heavenly Soldier Valley, and scolding them to the point of crying, and no one will do anything to them.

What kind of concept is that?

If it is in the hands of the Peak Saint Master, if it can only slaughter one city, holding a top-level holy weapon, then the Peak Saint Master can slaughter a country. In the case of equal strength, ten Saint Masters can surround and kill one Saint Master, but if that Saint Master is holding a top-level Holy Weapon, he can easily kill twenty Saint Masters of equal strength!

This is the efficacy of the Hallows, this is the power of the Rank Hallows!

For an empire, the top-level holy artifact is the strategically important being, even more important than the holy master. Because a holy master may die in battle, but a truly top-grade holy weapon of excellent quality may pass through several masters without being damaged in the slightest.

The eight hundred old dwarves here have all forged top-level holy weapons, no wonder they can run rampant in the Valley of Heavenly Soldiers and no one dares to provoke them.

An Xi on the side woke up leisurely under the rescue of several little eunuchs, he looked at Lin Qi and Ying Qin bitterly, and muttered in a low voice: "The slave is incompetent, the slave is rude." But over the years, Master Hu Tu has not stepped into the Valley of Heavenly Soldiers even a single step, and the insults of these dwarves have been borne by slaves and maids alone. Woo, the slave has been scolded for four years since she was scolded at the age of twelve!"

Lin Qi blinked his eyes desperately, Anxi, this little eunuch is quite pitiful. No wonder the Imperial City gave him the position of chief eunuch of the third grade. Feelings: The eunuchs in charge of the Bing Valley are specially scolded? Who are those big eunuchs who have heads and faces in the imperial dynasty who are willing to come here to be scolded? Isn't it the unlucky one who is a top tank like An Xi?

With a light cough, Lin Qi took a few steps forward.

As soon as he stepped forward, Wally's eyes widened and he stared at Lin Qi, touching the beard on his face, and Wally suddenly laughed: "Old brothers, there is a new person! What's your name? What is the name of your father and mother? What about your grandfather and grandmother? Our old brother can make up some jokes to ensure that you little white face wants to die!"

Another black-haired old dwarf laughed wildly: "This kid is no longer talking, I guess it's a new unlucky guy, right?"

Lin Qi coughed lightly, and he said slowly: "I am not from the Heavenly Soldier Valley, let alone a subordinate of the Craftsman Order. I'm here to discuss something with you. ”

Wally looked at Lin Qi suspiciously, out of the instinct of an old dwarf, he intuitively felt that Lin Qi was not a good person. But he didn't see any deterrent power for Lin Qi. After all, for these dwarves who are proficient in casting, even the emperor of the Blood Qin Empire has to be polite to them.

Lin Qi didn't bother to talk to these rough old dwarves. He gestured to the barrel, then flicked his finger forward.

The barrel strode forward knowingly, rushed to Wally and the others in a few clicks, looked down at Wally and the others who were only on his waist, and the barrel shouted: "The great and honorable master is here to subdue you, dwarves, do you know the barrel master?"

Wally and the others were so angry that their eyes turned black, 'dwarves'? Some people actually scolded them for being dwarves? Of course, dwarves are indeed not tall, but it is just like no one has ever dared to say the word '' in front of the ancestral spirit warriors of the Black Spirit Continent. No one dared to say the word 'dwarf' in front of a rampant, warlike dwarf.

There are words that are taboo for certain races, and the word 'dwarf' for dwarves is such a word.

"Bastard, die!" Vally and the hundreds of other dwarves didn't even see the barrel of wine, and in a fit of rage, they pulled out the sledgehammer they were carrying. He threw the barrel with all his might. Although these old dwarves no longer have the power to forge divine weapons, they can still rely on their explosive power for a while to perform some of the dwarves' special skills.

For example, the 'Hammer of the God of War', this kind of fighting energy that concentrates the whole body explodes in an instant, and smashes his own war hammer out to severely damage the enemy, Wally They are extremely skilled. They had all lived for more than five hundred years, and they had mastered the dwarven warfare by heart, and hundreds of thick flames erupted and smashed into the barrels like thunder.

The barrel was startled, the Hammer of the God of War was also a martial art he was proficient in, and he knew how lethal this kind of combat technique that concentrated the full power of a dwarf could be. But soon the barrel was relieved, because Wally was too weak, and the strongest old dwarf was only the strength of the pinnacle of status, and this strength could not even hurt his skin for the current barrel.

After a few wild laughs, the barrel's body suddenly expanded, the clothes on his body exploded, his body expanded to a height of ten meters, and the stones and soil under the ground quickly melted, turning into magma and spreading on the barrel's body, forming a thick layer of magma armor. The blazing wind spewed out in all directions, and the barrel spread its hands and raised its chest to meet the barrage of warhammers.

A dull loud sound rang out, and one after another sledgehammer weighing a thousand pounds slammed into the barrel's body.

But all the sledgehammers were melted by the hot magma, turning into red-hot molten iron that rushed over the barrel's body surface. The barrel ate hundreds of sledgehammers frantically smashed by the old dwarves, and then roared loudly like thunder: "Worship, dwarves, according to the tradition of our great ancestral gods, unless you have another dwarf king, you will be my people!"

The furious heat spread outward from the barrel's body, he was so huge ten meters away, and Wally and they were all stunned, tears rolling down their old eyes, and they finally saw what an incredible existence stood in front of them!

Dwarven King!

A dwarven king with ancient dwarven blood!

In the dwarven tradition, in the dwarven customs, it is natural to be the dwarven king of the dwarves.

There is no other dwarf king in the Valley of Heavenly Soldiers, so when the wine barrel stands here, from this moment on, the wine barrel is the undisputed king of the 300,000 households and more than 30 million dwarves in the Valley of Heavenly Soldiers. Unless a new Dwarven King can defeat the Barrel, unless the Barrel is killed by the enemy, his orders can determine the life and death of all the Dwarves in the Valley of Heavenly Soldiers.

"God...... Your Majesty, please forgive us for our recklessness, please forgive us for our offense!"

Wally and the other old dwarves fell to their knees with bitter tears, bent their bellies with difficulty, and touched the ground with their foreheads. There was even a bold old dwarf who came to the side of the barrel and wanted to touch the instep of the barrel with his forehead, but the problem was that the instep of the barrel was covered by the hot magma, and the bold old dwarf was so scalded that he screamed, and a large piece of skin and flesh fell off his forehead, and the white bones were exposed.

The barrel stretched out his hands, his heart beating violently, and hot tears streaming down his face.

Ever since he first activated the Dwarven King's bloodline in the Black Abyss Prison, he had dreamed of a day when he could return to the surface world, he would be able to return to the Dwarven homeland, he would be able to secure the support of one or more dwarven tribes, and bring countless dwarven people to their knees before him. This is the scene that all dwarves dream of, this is a kind of attachment inherited in the blood of every dwarf, a kind of 'fate' that all dwarves cannot abandon and cannot get rid of.

"I, the barrel, am your king!" cried the barrel.

Countless dwarves came out of the countless forging workshops in the valley, the old dwarves walked in the front, the young dwarves walked in the middle, the women and children walked in the back, and all the dwarves lined up in a neat line, converging along the wide avenue of the Valley of Heavenly Soldiers. Dozens of meters away from the barrels, the oldest dwarves knelt respectfully on the ground.

Behind the old dwarves, dwarves fell to their knees.

All the dwarves came out, they knelt in the streets, they knelt in the alleys, they knelt on the hillsides, they knelt on the rooftops of those workshops, they knelt reverently, all the dwarves wept, and in their empty hearts suddenly there seemed to be something reliable and steady.

"Great, the blood of the primeval giants has awakened within me!" the barrel roared, "So, as the ancient divine dwarf king, I declare that this is the kingdom of my keg, this land, is my territory, you are all my people, here, I call ......"

After being stunned, the wine barrel suddenly turned around and shouted to Lin Qi: "Great and terrifying master, what should this place be called?"

Lin Qi was stunned, glared at the barrel angrily, and then said in a low and powerful voice: "Tiger Valley! If you want to establish a country here and declare this to be your territory, then this place will be called Tiger Valley!

Lin Qi muttered in a low voice, "The canyon that eats people!"

The barrel's body swelled rapidly, and soon his body swelled to fifty meters away, his body was still rising, he tried his best to push the boiling blood in his body, and roared hoarsely: "Here, from now on, is our land, our roots, here, is the Tiger Valley!"

The bloodline aura from the ancient giant in the barrel spread out and quickly spread throughout the Heavenly Soldier Valley.

Stimulated by this aura, tens of thousands of dwarves suddenly poured out of their bodies with a strong light that was unique to the breakthrough of their fighting energy. (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation.) )