King Algar was playing a dumb riddle, and Wren was not annoyed.

The dwarven king was sincere, but there were too many things for him to call the shots, otherwise the dwarves would not have to merge with humans to form an empire. Throughout history, there have been occasional dwarves who have become Karak emperors, and in fact every dwarven emperor has not been in office for a long time.

The term of office of the emperor of the Karak Empire is ten years, and he will be re-elected once at most, after all, the dwarves live too long, and when the emperor dies, then the human race will not want to be the emperor.

In this predominantly human country, there is no record of a dwarven emperor being re-elected.

Wren understands yes, but that doesn't mean he wants to fit into a country full of constraints and compromises.

He wants to make the physics school a man who is one of the five permanent members.

Without that worry, Wren can enjoy this dwarven city with a very different style with the mentality of an outsider.

Huge beehive-like city, with huge chimneys and gushing heat everywhere.

In addition to a large amount of iron ore resources, this city in the belly of the mountain also has a huge natural gas mine nearby. The dwarves who were skilled in engineering and engineering laid long, sealed metal pipes to bring natural gas into the city from five kilometers away for the blacksmiths and the blacksmithing industry.

Although Algar used horse-drawn carriages to pick up Wren, it was obvious that every corner of the city was paved with railway tracks, and the dwarves transported ore and people on narrow gauge railroads.

It is only when the distance is relatively close that the dwarves hurry on their short legs.

On the stone staircase that was hewn out, even if there were occasional mounts, they were all riding goats.

On the contrary, the royal family's horse convoy that was moving all the way along the few flat roads attracted the attention of many dwarves.

"It's noisy, isn't it?" Allega squeezed a smile out.

"Okay."

"I don't have much experience with mages, I thought you mages prefer quiet, Chahawk thought I was too noisy here, so I went outside to find a place to do experiments."

Wren said meaningfully, "A mage is different from a mage. ”

"Well, I don't want to bother you either. But there are some people that I really can't bear and can't drive away. Next time we can have a drink in private. I'm really sorry this time. ”

Wren smiled, and he suddenly wondered which guys were making Allegar unable to resist.

However, considering which DDEEFF princesses can only run to the portal and wait, the next main course should not disappoint Wren.

Entering the royal palace of Alga, which is not luxurious and full of mechanical painting style, Wren sees a different view.

The royal palace is in a hemispherical cave.

It is very dwarven, there are no ornate gold ornaments, only a large number of rough reliefs like knives and axes. Most of the reliefs depict depicting the dwarves of the Iron Hand Clan fighting against the major evil forces. Interestingly, the fresco closest to the palace gate is the picture of the colorful prince raging the old capital and Alja's father charging bravely.

Like the mural of a comic strip, the final ending is tragic.

The Iron Hand Dwarves did not shy away from carving the scene of the former king being burned to charcoal, and in the corner closest to the palace, a group of dwarves with shields were protecting the young prince from leaving. The direction of departure is the gate of the royal palace. Next to the gate, there happens to be a whole flat stone wall that is left empty.

Obviously, Alega reminded himself day and night in this way that the hatred of the country and the hatred of the family can never be forgotten.

Seeing this, Alega accosted: "Thank you, my forever friend. Although I'm a little sorry for my mom and dad, it's not my revenge, but I can personally carve the ending for the last stone wall. ”

Wren was about to say something when suddenly a rude voice came from the palace steps.

The voice is loud, not only extremely rough, but also skillful.

The system prompt came out: [The host has received the influence of an unknown target (wild roar) and is in the process of volition...... If the test is passed, the host will not fall into a panic state. 】

"Is that Wren Tesla?"

Wren glanced at the other party unpleasantly, and although he could sense that there were several other extremely powerful guys behind the other party, he still fixed his eyes firmly on this provocateur.

A fierce man with a height of two meters and one zero!

He has orange-red hair and dreadlocks, a rugged face with multiple signature V-shaped facial lines, and a beard. He rested a shoulder on his right shoulder and a piece of animal skin diagonally, revealing his bare left arm and left half of his body. An explosive tendon is still conspicuous.

For this unkind guy, Wren raised his eyebrows: "It's me, who are you?" ”

"Gontya! The man who is about to partner with you! Of course, I'm going to split half of your loot! ”

It's confirmed, this product was instigated to find fault.

As the saying goes, seeing is believing, no matter how legendary he is, there will always be guys who don't believe it.

A legendary barbarian with the word "reckless" on his chest and grass on his head is a good touchstone for him to thunder someone.

"Divide me in half of the spoils? Do you deserve it? This time, it was the corners of Wren's mouth that went up.

Not surprisingly, Gontya was enraged: "I am not worthy!" Try it and find out! ”

With that, he broke the strap behind him with one hand, and took out a super giant axe with an axe blade larger than his body: "I'm on!" ”

Yo! It's also strange to be polite!

In the face of the purple-blue [Mage Hands] that suddenly appeared out of thin air and pounced from all directions, the legendary barbarian raised his hand to be a [Chaotic Dragon Strike]!

He is like a dragon that has entered the chaos battlefield, turning the giant axe in his hand into a steel storm, and fiercely ruling the battlefield.

In the next second, he seemed to transform into a furious purgatory rhinoceros and rushed towards Wren.

This is a [Crippling Assault]!

He didn't speak, but wanted to prove to the world with his actions that no matter how powerful the Dharma Master was, he needed a reliable avant-garde.

"Oh?" Wren sneered and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

A wave like a wave of waves sounded around him, and a strong purple-blue light began to cross the void to form a [Bigby Vajra Fist] that was bigger than a carriage!

Wren's eyes were like lightning, staring at the challenger who was not self-sufficient.

The vajra fist made of arcane energy slammed down on the head, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Unable to avoid it, Gontya had to raise his tomahawk above his head.

A loud bang erupted from above the legendary barbarian's head, and in the duel between arcane energy and primordial brute force, the turbulent energy sputtered in all directions, dyeing all the staircases and reliefs in front of the palace a brilliant purple blue.

"Impossible!" Gontya finally let out an exclamation.

He couldn't have imagined that the other party would be able to overpower him at the level of strength with such a trick that eats the [strength] talent very much!?

He's a man with [legendary powers]!

The double burst of power and magic made the entire palace staircase tremble violently.

After a short but intense encounter, the winner is decided!

Wren looked expressionlessly at the legendary barbarian who was pressed to the ground by Bigby's hand and struggled, but couldn't get up alive, and said coldly: "Maybe my apprentice Dons is interested in partnering with you." ”

Disgrace!

What a shame!

This sentence translates to - you go to the child's table!

(End of chapter)