The only way to enter the city was the huge stone drawbridge over the moat of the city, which is said to have been built thousands of years ago by a black iron dwarf king from the gnomes, and it took hundreds of years and countless lives to build it, but since then almost no race has ever tried to attack the city. With a well-trained corps of catapults, anyone who steps on a stone drawbridge can be easily repelled or knocked into the moat, while the powerful fire elementals, allies of the Black Iron Dwarves who live in the moat, will not hesitate to destroy any enemy who tries to force their way across the moat with their magic or fire-avoiding talents, after all, even demons who have no fear of fire and heat are no match for fire in the scorching molten iron.

How to break through this seemingly never-falling line of defense is the biggest problem facing the Lich Geyeys.

Hundreds of skeletons, zombies, and even skeleton knights have been buried in stone drawbridges and molten iron moats, and ghosts and evil spirits who tried to stealthily break through the stone drawbridges have suffered the same fate;

"Where did the vampires die?"

The Lich's tone was unusually cold, one of the characteristics of a necromantic creature, and a vampire king standing behind the Lich replied in the same tone, cautiously: "When I tried to fly over that molten iron moat, I was swept down by the heat, and when I approached the moat, I was knocked down by the magic of the fire elementals." Dear Lord Lich. Vampire troops around you. Only the third that narrowly escaped was left. ”

"Oh. The lich turned his head in the direction of Iron River City with a blank expression. The answer to the question of where this river of iron eventually flows down from the mountains behind Iron River City and then around Iron River City is unclear even to the Black Iron Dwarves who have lived under the protection of Iron River for thousands of years, "Let the bone dragon troops fly over and destroy the gem, so that the ghosts can be used." The lich gave the order, and a skeleton mage beside him began to cast a teleportation spell to tell the sù bone dragons the will of their master.

Immediately, several large black shadows flew up from the necromantic army behind the lich and pounced in the direction of Iron River City, while the lich had to wait quietly for a while, as the bone dragons were flying too slowly. Bone Dragons are almost the most powerful necromantic creatures created by evil necromancers using the bones of dead dragons, and most of them have all the abilities of dragons during their lifetime, in addition to their magical abilities and extremely fast flight speed. But they are still able to fly. Dead dragons are very rare, and the chances of obtaining a near-complete dragon skeleton are even rarer, otherwise there is no doubt that a large number of bone dragons can easily destroy them, and the lich watched expectantly as the four huge bone dragons flew to the molten iron moat.

In the blink of an eye, countless fireballs suddenly flew out of the moat and struck the bone dragons, who did not have the agility of the dragons in their previous days, and could only sway their skeletons awkwardly in an attempt to avoid the magical attacks of the fire elementals in the moat as much as possible. Only three bone dragons flew above the moat, and one of them had been shot down by the fireball before that, but the bone dragon that reached the top of the moat suddenly seemed to have forgotten the order of the lich, and launched an attack on the fire elementals in the moat without hesitation, which is also one of the shortcomings of the bone dragon, although they no longer have the memory of being a dragon, but the pride of dragons is deeply engraved in their bones. Orders don't mean much to bone dragons, they tend to act on their instincts, just like they now try to attack the fire elementals that hit them with fireballs.

Three bone dragons began to hover over the molten iron moat. The huge skull mouth spewed fire and cold air, and their claws continued to claw at the fire elementals, but such an attack was futile, the dragon's flames only increased the power of the fire elementals, and the cold air was completely evaporated the moment it erupted. Anger welled up in the lich's eyes, even though his eyes were originally two orange fireballs, and the lich raised his staff, a withered dragon's claw, and began to chant incantations.

Under the lich's spell, a dark blue aura appeared around his staff, shrunk until it vanished, and then reappeared on the three bone dragons, who suddenly stopped their frenzied attacks on the fire elementals as if they had been struck by something, and the fire elementals seized the opportunity to knock one of them down into the molten iron moat. The downed bone dragon was instantly reduced to ashes, and the remaining two bone dragons finally understood the lich's will and turned to fly in the direction of the gates of Iron River City. At this moment, the lich suddenly felt a wave of magic.

A black mist suddenly appeared on the two bone dragons, this was not the fog of nature, but the innate ability of the drow elves, in this black mist, no creature could see anything, and the lich hurriedly recited a spell to try to recall the bone dragon that had lost its direction. No one would miss such an opportunity, and countless boulders began to fly from behind the walls of Iron River City, mercilessly smashing into the dark bone dragons that flew everywhere, trying in vain to avoid the darkness that loomed over their heads.

The attack of the Iron River City defenders worked. One bone dragon was smashed to pieces, countless bone fragments spilling through the air and then turning into puffs of ash in the molten iron moat, while another was lucky enough to fly in the right direction, flying straight in the direction of the Necromantic army camp, most of its bones charred black.

In the distance, there was a cheer from the walls of Iron River City, but there was a dead silence in the camp of the Necromantic Army, and the vampire king and skeleton mage beside the lich watched in amazement as the bone dragon slowly flew in his direction as it was gradually consumed by flames, and then began to plant on their heads. The lich was unmoved, but coldly raised his staff again, and a huge fireball emerged from the staff and met the falling bone dragon.

There was a loud "boom". The last bone dragon was completely scattered in the air, and the fire magic of the fire elementals and the lich burned the remains of the bone dragon to ashes. The bone dragon was not able to touch the surface of the underworld again until the moment it disappeared.

"Do I have to do it myself?" the lich closed his eyes. Begin to brew the next attack, maybe casting a spell and teleporting directly into the city is the only way?The Lich decided to give it a try.

Late night in Iron River City.

In fact, this statement seems a bit strange, there is no day and night in the underground world, at least the sky in the underground world looks dark at any time, but the passage of time will never be traceless, in the case of the underground world, a few stars scattered in the sky indicate the arrival of night in the underground world.

The starlight was actually the light of the sun on the ground that leaked through several holes in the underground world connected to the surface world, and the elders of any race in the underworld explained it to the young people of their race, and every time those few bits of light flashed in the dark sky. Most of the races underneath have come to sleep to get rid of the fatigue of the day, most of which are battle guides.

Now is the time to do it. The Black Iron Dwarves had already fallen asleep in their beds, and even the extremely strong dwarves could not stand the battle with the Necromantic Army for several days, so most of the Black Iron Dwarf warriors consciously gave up their daily evening revelry, and hurriedly poured a little rye wine and fell asleep on the bed. The Black Iron Dwarves are perhaps the most frequently associated underground race with the races on the ground, and their favorite trade on the ground is rye wine, and they believe that a small amount is enough to intoxicate the Drow Elves of the entire family, however, the Black Iron Dwarves have no intention of drinking with the Drow Elves at all.

It's not that there is no opportunity to drink together, almost all of the less than 2,000 remaining drow elves in the Solzedon region of the underworld are now in Iron River City, and the king of the Black Iron Dwarves, Iron Lei, has carved out an area in his Iron River City under the persuasion of the gray dwarf Morgan for the Drow to live in; The dwarves' antipathy for Drow, passed down from generation to generation, also seems to have weakened considerably. The problem is that rye wine stocks are starting to bottom out in just a few days.

"I really didn't expect our rye wine to be consumed so quickly, of course. It is a dwarven tradition to drink after a hearty battle. It was a middle-aged dwarf who spoke, his hair, beard, armor and clothes were pitch black, except for his skin a faint hint of copper, and unlike everyone else in the room, the dwarf had a crown of black iron on his head, the style of the crown was not the slightest bit fancy and unpretentious, like the personality of the black iron dwarves, and several large gems were set in the crown, refracting the light of the few furnaces that emitted light and heat in the room to the dwarf's face. "If our trade ranks hadn't been harassed from time to time, perhaps we wouldn't be so starved of rye wine right now, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to blame you at a time like this. The Dwarven King continued, his tone full of majesty.

The hall of the Black Iron Dwarven King Iron Thunder, along with the military camp and other government facilities, is located on the first floor of Iron River City, and the second and third floors of Iron River City are the residences of the Black Iron Dwarves, and the Drow Elves now live on the second level. The Dwarven King's Hall, like other buildings in Iron River City, is made of huge stones, and the underground of the hall is the palace of the Black Iron Dwarf King, and most of the furniture in the hall is made of black iron, but it will not make the user feel any inconvenience, on the one hand, the exquisite design greatly reduces the weight of these furniture, and the scorching ground is constantly baking these black iron products, so the person sitting on the chair made of black iron will only feel the warmth transmitted to the body. There was no carpet on the floor, no tapestries or curtains on the walls, and all the decoration was the shield and the warhammer hanging above the two fireplaces, the weapons used by the Black Iron Dwarven Kings, who the current Black Iron Dwarven King Tie Lei liked to sit alone in this hall and remember his ancestors.

Now, however, the Black Iron Dwarven King is not alone. In addition to the elders of the Black Iron Dwarves beside the king, there are also a few Drow Elves, and now there are a total of five Drow Elf families in Iron River City, and the matrimones of these five families are in the hall at the moment. Listen to the Dwarven King's speech.

"The reason why we talk about rye wine on such occasions. It's not that we Black Iron Dwarves only have rye wine in their heads. The dwarven king noticed the puzzled eyes of the drow elven mistresses, "The focus is on our trade routes. In addition to rye wine, our trading forces brought back something more important: grain. And now, I have to regret to tell you that starting tomorrow, everyone in Iron River City, whether it is the Black Iron Dwarves or the Drow Elves, must be fed. ”

"Food supplies?" "Could it be ......" There was a burst of discussion in the hall, and most of the Black Iron Dwarven clan chiefs had only heard the news from the king, except for the Drow Elven Masterdamns.

"Be quiet. Listen to me. The Dwarven King's deep voice echoed through the halls: "The food stocks in Iron River City are running low, and the road to the surface is unfortunately overrun by skeletons and zombies. The Black Iron Dwarves have long traded with the races on the ground, and almost never participate in the underground trade. I'd love to know if you drow will be able to find a source of food, and as far as I know, there are many drows living in other areas, and the roads beneath the ground are much clearer than our dwarves. ”

"On that note, I would like to ......" The Vona Mistress of House Darle stood up, and now among the remnants of the Drow family in Iron River City, there is no family more powerful than the House of Darle. As a result, Mistress Vona has become the leader of the Drows: "Before we came to Iron River City and received help from the Black Iron Dwarves, the road to the rest of the region was cut off. At least that's how my family members reported it to me, Your Majesty. ”

"This is really sad news. But aren't you drow elves very good at magic, such as teleportation?" interjected a stout black iron dwarf beside the king.

"We've tried, but we've found that all waypoints to other areas have been artificially sealed. Teleporting freely to a place you've never been before is something that only true archmages can do, and we at Drow need the support of the waypoint. Mistress Vona's expression looked helpless.

"yes, then it can't be helped. The Dwarven King listened to the words of the Drow Mistress, lowered his head and pondered for a while, then took a large glass of rye wine that had been placed in front of him, which had been placed here for a long time, and the Dwarven King had never touched it, and poured it directly into his throat, and then threw the glass away, and the glass collided with the wall with a loud metallic sound, and it seemed that the king's cup was also made of black iron: "From now on, all the Black Iron Dwarves, including me, will temporarily abstain from bars until Iron River City is recharged. Or until you find a smooth trade channel. Now, drows, let's talk about the management of the defensive forces, I've heard that you have a little bit of a different construction, haven't you?"

In the past few days, the dungeon lord and demon Amtils has not been in a good mood. He didn't really care about the situation in the underworld, after all, the death of the drow elves had nothing to do with the dungeon itself, and he was worried about Morgan, the gray dwarf who volunteered to go to the underworld, and Morgan's purpose seemed to be more than just to help the drow elves find a place to stay. In addition, the goblins in the dungeon have recently made the demons very anxious, although under the demon's compulsion, the goblins gave up the warm dungeon hall and found a few caves on the volcano to live in, but their endless noise from morning to night every day makes the demons never rest, and the strange thing is that these days, the red dragon Caesar has been sleeping with his eyes closed, as if none of the qiē around him can affect him in any way. After throwing a large pile of food to the demons in Thor, the dark elf Ness left her sister to help, and Nia's recently formed Thieves' Guild seems to be facing a challenge from the original local thieves' union, so the only companions in the demon's dungeon hall are Ada, the priestess who is still terrified of demons, and Goblinsette, who is busy every day.

It wasn't until this day that the situation changed a little bit, and Archmage Aqiman returned.

Judging from the clean clothes on his body, the archmage had not had a bad time recently, at least there were no obvious scars to be seen, but the archmage seemed to be in a worse mood than the demon, and when he returned, he only left one sentence: "Don't bother me, pay your salary quickly!" After that, he carried a large number of his magic books and magic herbs and hid in a small hole not far from the dungeon.

The demon understandably tends to be a perverse mage, but as the owner of the dungeon, the demon feels compelled to find out what his men are doing. So on this day, the demon came to the outside of the archmage's cave with a reason to pay his salary.

Some distance from the cave, the demon heard a strange sound, as if something was being squeezed and then pulled apart, accompanied by a slight explosion, and at first the demon began to worry a little about the safety of the archmage, and rushed into the cave without hesitation. (To be continued......)