It's a vicious fight.

On one side are two Black Iron Dwarves who are clearly in different states, their movements are obviously sluggish, but their strength is surprisingly great, and on the other side are Iron Thunder, the king of Black Iron Dwarves, who has been awakened from his sleep, and Morgan, an old gray dwarf. One of the Black Iron Dwarves attacked the unsuspecting King, using his battle axe to cut a long wound in the King's arm, while the Grey Dwarf attacked another Black Iron Dwarf in the same way, but the Grey Dwarf's hammer struck him in the right shoulder, but the other did not show a trace of pain.

Regardless, the Grey Dwarf's sneak attack was a success, and the Black Iron Dwarf who had been hit turned around sluggishly and raised his shield in the direction of the Grey Dwarf, his wounded left hand, which was holding a battle axe, was motionless, while Morgan, the Grey Dwarf, jumped nimbly to the side under the cover of the shield in his hand, and struck the opponent again with a ferocious warhammer. The blow hit the Black Iron Dwarf's shield so hard that the opponent couldn't even stand on his feet, took two steps back and sat down on the ground. The gray dwarf immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the Black Iron Dwarf King.

Compared to the vast majority of people on the Vista continent who were attacked by sneak attacks, the situation of the Black Iron Dwarf King Tie Lei at the moment was far from being a wolf, although he had an axe in his hand at the beginning, Tie Lei immediately launched a counterattack. Without hesitation, the Black Iron Dwarf King lifted the black futon that had been covering his body to the other man's face, and picked up the warhammer placed at the head of the bed and struck it at the other side, many of the weapons of the deceased Black Iron Dwarf King hung on the walls of the hall, and the weapons of the reigning King Tie Lei were always neatly placed at the head of his bed, which was a pair of war hammers made by the king himself.

The Black Iron Dwarf, who had launched a sneak attack on the King, was struck by Iron Thunder. But there was no sound, except for the sound of the hammer clashing with the armor, and he maintained that ridiculously slow motion, trying to lift the bedding over his head. Just as the gray dwarves were about to step forward and fight the Black Iron Dwarven King. There was a loud noise outside the door, and the king's guards noticed an unusual commotion in the king's palace. began to flock in the direction of the king's chambers.

That's when the unthinkable happened. The sneak attacker, whose head was covered by the king's bedding, and the black iron dwarf who was knocked down by the gray dwarf and tried to get up from the ground at this moment, all stopped moving, and then fell to the ground, never to move again.

The gray dwarf carefully pulled the futon over the attacker's face, and was stunned when he saw it, judging by the age of the gray dwarf Morgan or the battlefield experience of the black iron dwarf king, the black iron dwarf lying on the ground was by no means just dead. The king was attacked by two corpses.

There was silence in the camp of the Necromantic Army, except for the skeletal warriors in charge of patrolling and shuttling around.

Ghiys, the lich, silently withdrew his hand from the crystal skull placed on the table in front of him. Without saying a word, he got up and walked outside the tent and looked in the direction of the Iron River City, which must have been boiling at this moment, and their king had been attacked in his sleep, and the attackers were their own countrymen. However, the Lich did not think that the Black Iron Dwarf would be foolish enough to think that the two attackers would be the Lich's men, and the Lich had searched for the two bodies in Iron River City for a night through guò magic, and they were the only casualties in the previous attack on Iron River by the Necromantic army.

The lich remembered with disgust what had happened.

Thanks to his necromantic magic, the lich manipulated the two corpses, but it was not perfect, the two corpses seemed to have a little consciousness of their own, at least when the lich manipulated them to raise the battle axe towards the king, the lich felt a faint confrontation, but unfortunately the attack for several days only produced two corpses, and the lich looked at the moat flowing with molten iron in Iron River City from afar. It was in that moat that large numbers of necromantic armies that were reduced to ashes, and the other side lost only two men.

If there were two more corpses to manipulate, the king of the Black Iron Dwarves would never survive when the starlight in the sky disappeared, and if there were more corpses, he might be able to break through the defenses of Iron River City directly. If...... The lich threw a punch at his side in anger. It happened to hit a skull on patrol, and when I saw the skeleton's head, I didn't know where it went, leaving only a headless skeleton groping on the ground. Without hesitation, the lich raised his foot and kicked at the skeleton, which caused the skeleton to fall apart completely, and the lich could not contain the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart at the moment, and he began to silently calculate the current situation.

It had been several days since the siege of Iron River City, but the battle had not made any progress at all, and the conquest of this area was almost over, and there was no longer any creature to breathe in the wild, but the invincible army of necromancy was holding back outside such a small Iron River City. Yes, the Necro Army has trapped the Black Iron Dwarves and the Drow Elves in Iron River City, and the Lich has determined that the remnants of the Drow Elves are hiding behind the molten iron moat, but in a sense, the Lich's Necro Army is also trapped in this area, unable to advance or retreat.

The Lich had sent his men to inspect the roads leading to other areas, only to find that all the roads had been completely sealed, and that the Drow Elves, or other creatures, did not want the Lich's necromantic armies to go to their lands, and were ready to resist. However, there is no point in staying in this area, the necromantic creatures are unlike any other creature in that they are inherently infertile, and as long as they keep killing enemies, the number of necromantic armies will increase endlessly, and vice versa, and if there are no enemies to kill, the Lich's minions will only continue to decrease.

Generally speaking, there is no mental reaction to impetuousness for necromantic creatures, because death itself is the greatest depression, but there are still several necromantic creatures that are restless, and these are relatively high-level and relatively powerful necromantic creatures.

The vampires began to be unable to endure the bloodless thirst, and if there was even one living creature in the lich's necromantic army, they were afraid that every drop of bodily fluids would be sucked out by the vampires in an instant, and the evil spirits began to become restless, and they died with dissatisfaction with the world, and the only thing left in their hearts was to kill. However, under the orders of the lich, no troops have recently launched an attack on Iron River City. As a result, the spirits began to extend their long iron claws to their allies, such as zombies. This is because zombies still have the most basic appearance of human beings, or other races, and evil spirits can barely get a trace of satisfaction from killing them.

Even more problematic are the skeleton mages and death knights. The problem with the Death Knights is the fight with each other, and the problem with the skeleton mages is that their magic is often due to the dryness of their movements, and the consequences of defeat are completely unpredictable, and the Lich estimates that at least fifty ghouls and skeletons have been killed in the past two days, and this is only the failure of the magic of the two skeleton mages.

The Lich began to wonder if it was the right time to send troops to the region, and that the Lich expected that reinforcements from other regions, Drow elves or dwarven compatriots would be in place. For the necromantic army, no enemy is the most terrible enemy, because many necromancers will not hesitate to point the finger at their comrades, but it is impossible to turn back and return to that space at this moment. At the very least, the necromantic armies around the lich are not willing to give up their current gains, and they have in fact conquered this region, except for Iron River.

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The inhabitants of the Dungeon of Tor Volcano are watching the latest addition to the Dungeon from underground: a horde of Grey Dwarves.

Many of them were visibly scarred and most of their clothing and equipment were in tatters, but the pride on their faces was as shiny as the jewels they wore, and like the dwarves of other races on the continent of Vesta, the Grey Dwarves were proud of their bloodline, as was evident in the leader of the Grey Dwarves, Prince Tad.

Prince Tad deliberately put on his ancestral armor, and he did not forget to take it with him when he left Shihua City, the capital of the Grey Dwarf Kingdom, and the breastplate of this armor had an intricately carved pattern of hammer and anvil - the flags and emblems of all the dwarves of all races on the continent of Vesta are made of hammer and anvil, but the color and style are slightly different. Prince Tad certainly did not forget to wear his ruby necklace, which symbolized his identity, and the Grey Dwarves, like the other dwarves of the race, were experts at discovering gems from the crevices of the rocks underground, in addition to the finest gems they had discovered themselves, according to the custom of the dwarves. You will not wear more than one piece of jewelry.

There really isn't much difference between the grey dwarves and the dwarves of other races, whether it's customs, styles, or ideas. Even the appearance was much the same, except for the color of his skin, and Prince Tad could hardly help but smile bitterly at the thought of this, he had devoted almost his life to fighting the dwarves of other races, and had left so many scars on his own body, that he had only wrestled with his own image in the mirror, and every blow felt like it had been cut at himself.

The Dungeon Master, the succubus Lilith, did not come to greet the grey dwarves in person, even though they almost outnumbered the original inhabitants of the dungeon (if the goblins were not counted). "Could it be that the report about Morgan and his nephew, and the two orcs and the goblin is suspected?" Prince Tad did not ignore the indifferent gaze that came from all around, a quaser standing at the mouth of the mine waiting for them, but it was obvious that he did not pay attention to them, and as for the other monsters watching around, especially the trolls, the eyes of the eyes were almost like looking at this piece of roast meat on a barbecue grill.

The emissary sent by Prince Tad did not report the whereabouts of the gray dwarves Morgan, Carey, the orcs Fugg and Sharpedge, and the goblinset, but of course it was Prince Tad's own will, and the sight of the gray dwarves in the mine was so terrifying that even the gray dwarves themselves never wanted to mention it again.

After the gray dwarf Morgan and the others were gone for a long time, the demons who were waiting on the ground to attack Morgan sent a message to the gray dwarves: the demons never saw Morgan, in other words, Morgan did not choose the path to the surface, but went to another mine path parallel to the ground. In this regard, Prince Tade has also made arrangements. Riga and Met. Two of Prince Tad's cronies had been sent to the mine by detour. Their mission was to lead Morgan's group to the depths of the tunnel. Then let some kind of monster lurking in the depths of that mine take out Morgan and them.

Prince Tad didn't know what kind of monster lurked in that mine, he could only be sure that there must be some kind of special monster in it, and what Riga and Mette had to do was to close a few intersections in the mine and lead Morgan and the others through. But something seemed to have gone wrong with this qiē, and Riga and Mette never heard from him, so Prince Tad had to send his men to investigate. As a result, they found Riga and Met, to be exact. It was the discovery of the full skeletons of Riga and Met.

Yes, it was a full skeleton, Riga and Met, the muscles and veins of the two poor gray dwarves were gone, and their blood had solidified on the ground, and all Prince Tad's men found were two skeletons in full body armor, but just as one of Prince Tad's men stepped forward to lift the skeleton's armor to inspect it, a thick green slime with an unusually foul smell spewed out of the skeleton's mouth and splashed all of it onto Prince Tad's men. The ensuing scene was something that all the gray dwarves present would never forget, and perhaps the most daring gray dwarves could not escape the nightmare that haunted their hearts ever since: the man of Prince Tad who had been splashed with green slime was covered in smoke, and his skin and muscles began to shrink violently. Blood flowed from the wrinkled skin. In the blink of an eye, Prince Tad's men suffered the same fate as Riga and Met. Now, the gray dwarves were faced with three skeletons in full armor.

The Grey Dwarves did not dare to investigate any further, and they hastily sealed off the mine, and all the roads leading to it; "Morgan and his nephew, as well as the two orcs and the goblin, have been devoured by the monster, and the mine has collapsed, so it is impossible to bring their bones here. Prince Tad's messenger reported to the succubus Lilith, and relayed the succubus's frowning expression to Prince Tad. (One click of yours, warm my code word life, please log in to watch the fantasy channel of the literary network together, subscribe to support the author update, thank you)

"Regardless, Morgan and Carey are members of the Grey Dwarf Clan, and it wouldn't be a good thing if they were lucky enough to escape. His daughter, Princess Tasya, had fallen in love with the hopeless Kairi, which made Prince Tad feel like he couldn't laugh or cry, and Prince Tad thought to himself as he continued to look at the dungeon dwellers around him, when suddenly several short black figures came into the eyes of the Grey Dwarf Prince.

Black Iron Dwarves. This is not the first time that Prince Tad has seen the Black Iron Dwarves, although the living area of the Grey Dwarves has little intersection with the Black Iron Dwarves in the Underworld, there have been several conflicts and battles between them, but this is not the point, the point is that these dwarven compatriots who are about the same height and appearance as the Grey Dwarves make Prince Tad can't help but think of the dwarves of several other races, especially the mountain dwarves.

Although everyone knows that Prince Tad hates dwarves of all races except the gray dwarves, few people know that Prince Tad hated the mountain dwarves the most. Prince Tad's wife, the mother of Princess Tasha, died at the hands of the mountain dwarves, and this hatred was buried deep in the heart of Prince Tad, and perhaps it could only be quelled by exterminating all the mountain dwarves.

"Calradia is the center of the world, the miracle of the Chaos gods Phils Muchenen and Stro Hart from the great world of Warbond. The young mother gently stood by her daughter's bedside, gently flipping the brand-new book in her hand and kissing the girl's bright eyes. "After countless years, the gods Fils and Stro have said goodbye to us. So the last gods, Norrem and Philae Inhardt, accepted the unfinished world, and they came to the seashore of Calradia and named Tiha as the starting point of the world. ”

"Why did God leave us? Aren't we a paradise with milk and honey?" said the little girl named Oroya, who held the bear in her arms tightly and looked at her mother with confusion.

"Baby, God will be with us. It's like my father and I are always by your side. The young woman caressed the little girl's cheek, put aside the creation myth in her hand, and gently patted the child's body, humming the ballad of the ancient Karad empire until her daughter gradually fell asleep. "May God bless you, praise Norrem, praise Philae Inhardt. ”

The mother blew out the lights in the room, and gently exited the room with her skirt in hand, and darkness fell on the small garden building by the sea in Tiha. Under the flickering starlight in the corridor, the worry on her handsome face was no longer hidden, and her beautiful eyes looked through the windowsill to the northern sea.

The sound of quiet footsteps echoed through the room, and she faintly stepped into the living room on the first floor and lit the tall candle in the corner. In the dim candlelight, her husband wore a thick, bloated Svadia plate armor with glittering medals pinned to his breastplate, and his frost-shiny two-handed swords lay flat on the log table.

"Why don't you put on your family's Momiji heraldic armor. She looked at her silent husband, at his bloodshot eyes, and her heart ached. "Arredo, we are nothing more than the country lords of Tiha, why should we stay here and wait for the barbarians of the north?"

"My wife. Arredo Nosamu turned his head, and three deep forehead lines were carved on his forehead, filling the air with a sad smell. "This is the coast of Tiha, where my ancestors fought with the Great Karad the Great three hundred years ago, and after seven days and seven nights of bloody fighting, only an underage baby boy remained. So we were canonized here, and with the red leaf coat of arms became a symbol of loyalty and victory. ”

"My grandfather went on a journey from here and ended up smearing the red leaf coat of arms with the blood of the Kujiits. He got up and pushed open the window, his back grim and resolute. "It was also here that my father went to the battlefield in Vekia with 27 young men and never returned. ”

"I see, Arredo. Nosamu's son should not leave here. His wife hugged him from behind, cold tears dripping down his plate neck and chilling his heart. "I will return to my hometown of Parabun with Oroya Nosamu and your red leaf coat of arms, with the other noble ladies of the city. ”

"Good. Arredo replied briefly, suddenly breaking away from his wife's embrace, turning and pushing the door open. The sound of horses snorting and the humid sea breeze filled the room.

"For Svadia!" 24 Swadia knights rode away in formation.

Oroya had a beautiful dream with the bear in her arms. She dreamed that her father had taken off his armor and carried her to play on the shores of Tiha, while her mother stood by with a smile and a smile as she watched the ships of milk and honey come and go on the shore, and the air was filled with sweet fragrance.

In the bump, the little girl hit her head on the hard body, and tears suddenly welled up in pain. When she opened her eyes, she suddenly found herself in a cramped carriage, her mother, dressed plain, holding herself tightly in her arms.

Everywhere there was the cacophony of the wheels of the carriages, the shouting of servants and stewards, the rude shouts and elegant pleas, and the clashing of precious porcelain and metalwork that sent the chills to the teeth. (To be continued......)