Dwarves were once a thriving race, and thousands of years ago they traveled all over the world. Dwarves can often be seen in human cities in the West, East, and now in the Land of Despair. Their forging skills, strong spirits, and bold personality make them the most popular friends and allies of humanity.

Later, a great dwarven king named Muradin, united several large tribes, and with the help of the sale of iron tools and the funds provided by some human friends, he established a dwarven kingdom in the most mineral-rich desperate land, and was recognized and established by the nearby human empire. At that time, the dwarves seemed to be at their most glorious moment.

Until that day comes.

Maybe it's a natural disaster, maybe it's divine punishment, maybe it's the trial of the creator God on all beings. The invasion began when a dwarven prospecting team discovered a massive naturally formed dimensional portal in the deepest part of the Desperatelands.

With a blinding light, countless vicious and terrifying monsters that had never even appeared in nightmares roared out of the portal, rushing in all directions like a tide. When the fleeing prospecting team reported the situation, the dwarves and humans in the Land of Despair immediately formed a coalition to meet the attack, and sent emissaries to the eastern and western continents to ask for reinforcements. It can be said that their disposition is quite perfect, and even if the enemy is a strong and brave orc army, there is nothing to be done about it - and although the orcs are not very happy with the humans, they are not to the point of not dying, and they may even send reinforcements in the face of the dwarves.

But the enemy is not orcs, they are far more terrible than orcs.

Driven by demons with advanced intelligence, countless low-level monsters rushed to the coalition's position without fear of death. They have a ferocious temperament, thick claws and skin, and are not self-conscious. To the demons, these low-level monsters are just consumables, and they never care about the casualties of the monsters. So under the impact of these monsters who want to hold you "kiss" when they are dying, the momentum of the coalition offensive quickly stopped and turned to defense. Fortunately, under the high walls of the city and the resistance of the warriors, countless monsters were suffocated by the magic of the human mages.

During this period, the high-level demons had attacked with their own hands, and every time the coalition repelled these demon masters with black bat wings and demon martial arts double cultivation, they paid a heavy price. However, the number of demons is too small, and this kind of consumption coalition can afford to play the demons. So the battle line stabilized near the border of the dwarven kingdom in the middle of the Desperate Lands, and both sides began to recuperate.

The balance was soon upset when reinforcements from the eastern and western continents of the Drowlivan world arrived.

Trumpets rang through the sky, war drums shook the earth and sea, and many races from all over the world put aside their prejudices and formed a coalition that was more powerful than ever. The elven archers' rain of arrows stabbed the monsters' onslaught, the charge of the human knights crushed their formations, the mighty dwarven warriors and the brave orc warriors formed an impregnable iron wall that shattered everything that tried to break through it, and the mages and priests at the back of the line became the ones the demons hated to their teeth.

The demons' invincible Dog Sea tactics were defeated in the face of the high-tech units of the Drowlivan Coalition - sorry, maybe something mixed in but please don't worry about it - they were almost crushed all the way to the vicinity of the portal, and the strength of the counterattack was getting smaller and smaller, and it seemed that they were running out of stamina.

By this time, every member of the coalition was confident of victory, and their faces were filled with excitement and pride that they were about to become part of the epic for posterity to rehearse. Even the top brass of the coalition forces are deliberating whether to hit the other side of the portal to completely eliminate the hidden danger, as if victory is within reach. After finally deciding to completely destroy the demons through the portal, the coalition launched a general attack. The overwhelming coalition forces advanced quite smoothly, and the troops at the forefront could even see the huge figure of the portal. But their eyes were immediately drawn to another, much larger object.

It was a towering black magic tower that looked like twisted branches, and the surface was carved with a crooked magic circle that looked like a mentally ill Titan giant scribbling on it, which was very absurd and strange at the same time. In particular, the huge creepy thing at the base of the tower that looked like the sharp mouthparts of an insect was now chewing on countless low-level monsters one by one, slowly grinding them into minced meat and swallowing them. Nearby, a large number of monsters were quietly waiting to be eaten by the tower, as calm as a patient waiting for a patient in the corridor. The whole scene was unusually bloody, orderly, silent, and oppressive, enough to make any calm and wise sage go crazy on the spot. ,

Then most of the coalition forces became epics and legends as they wished - as the dead on the losing side of the invasion.

This magic tower is known as the Tower of Sacrifice, and it can use the sacrificial flesh to provide a 10-fold increase in health and power to a certain number of targets, and then the target will die after a certain amount of time because they can't withstand the power explosion - although the amount of sacrifice required can almost wipe out a race, and the consequences are terrible, but the effect is undeniably quite significant. Because this buff that can be described as a bug is a group effect.

This ritual of exchanging flesh and soul for great power is not magic, but one of the tampered laws of creation. This was originally intended to be used as a last resort to preserve the bloodline of a large number of intelligent races with weak individual strength, but it turned out that the demons took advantage of this big loophole and mastered the world's strategic-level power.

The ritual of sacrificing the demons with the low-level monsters that were subsequently teleported over led to a serious shortage of troops on the front line, giving the coalition the illusion that victory was imminent. Then, when the coalition forces launched a general assault, the demons activated the magic tower.

Can you imagine a group of more heroic puppies with 350 lives and 50 attacks walking sideways across the map during online battles? Even if you encounter a sea of tanks and a colossus, there is still a kind of cannon fodder......

Well, please ignore this paragraph.

In a world where the air force mounted on flying creatures can only be used for reconnaissance and airdropping, these melee monsters are quite terrifying, especially when they are mixed into a large group of cannon fodder monsters and are difficult to distinguish. If that's all it takes, the mages in the coalition can still deal with it - although after these buff-added monsters die, those buffs will be transferred to other monsters, but after all, they can be killed - but after the demons sacrifice another terrifying killer weapon, the coalition finally collapsed.

Necromancy.

No one can stand to have to kill the same enemy twice, and no one can stand up and wave their weapons at him again, not even the most nervous minotaurs.

The coalition forces had no choice but to give up large tracts of land that had been bought for countless heroic and young lives, and then began to shrink the defense. THEIR ORIGINAL PLAN WAS TO JUST HOLD ON UNTIL THE DAMN BUFF EXPIRED, BUT THE BUFF BLESSED BY THE POWER OF THE LAW HAD NO EXPIRATION DATE, ONLY A DISTANCE LIMIT BASED ON THE MAGIC TOWER - HOWEVER, IN ORDER TO FORM COMBAT POWER, MORE THAN A CERTAIN NUMBER OF BLESSED CREATURES MUST BE BLESSED, AND AFTER A FEW DAYS, THESE BLESSED CREATURES WILL RECEIVE A BENTO AND TRANSFER THE BUFF TO ANOTHER RACE, AND NO RACE CAN AFFORD SUCH A CONSUMPTION - The coalition forces were lucky that they inadvertently evaded the effective range of the law and dragged the demons into a protracted war. The demons quickly stopped the magic tower, after all, low-level monsters are not infinitely farmed.

However, at this time, the disadvantage of the coalition forces was irreparable, and they had spent too much time.

The demons don't have much talent for crafting weapons, armor, and utensils - or they don't have them at all - but there's no denying that these blackwings are able to comprehend magic and martial arts at an astonishing rate.

In an age when priests can only heal and add eggshells and are powerless against dark spells such as curses, erosion, and weakening, the demons are undoubtedly very great as the inventors of dark spells. Great enough that the coalition's already stabilized front turned into tofu scum overnight. As for classes such as the Paladin, which is now known as the sworn enemy of dark spells and undead creatures, it only appeared after the fall of the Desperate Lands.

With the defeat of the coalition forces, the demons have mastered more and more types of dark spells. Not only that, but even the undead creatures have added many very powerful new varieties to the unchanging Sea of Skeletons, such as ghouls and ghouls and ghouls. Well, people's research also takes energy, and the natural necromancy is slackened when used in dark spells. Grasping both hands and being hard with both hands is an ideal state, and not everyone can do it. If you put the curse, throw the corrosion, throw the fear, and pull out a group of haters to run around the streets, you still won't let people live?

The coalition collapsed, and everyone except the dwarves who defended their kingdom to the death were on the run. However, it is obvious that only the dwarves will not be able to resist the tsunami-like oncoming demon army. It was at that time that the dwarves declined with the fall of the kingdom and heavy casualties. ,

The coalition fled to the territory of the Human Empire near the sea, relying on the walls to rebuild a defensive line, although it looked like it would not be long before it would be breached again.

But this time the coalition held on.

Because I don't know which brother found a Lori by checking the history books-well, she just looks like Lori-Hetshtier, a human woman who has a lifespan of thousands of years as clearly recorded in historical records, she is a powerful existence that has surpassed the saint to reach the level of a demigod, has mastered a certain amount of law power, and is a powerful existence in the retreat cultivation in order to be promoted to a true god. After receiving a letter for help from the coalition forces, she abandoned her millennia of retreat and appeared on the battlefield in the Land of Despair.

Hetshetier is the last hope for the coalition and the world - albeit a little smaller, less than a meter four.

A rancid breeze blew from the demon army, ruffling her long, bewitching purple hair. A pair of blood-colored eyes, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with her, stared coldly at the enemy troops on the opposite side who had reached the end of the horizon, and their expressions did not change in the slightest, as if those terrible monsters were already dead corpses. And behind that petite body, all the coalition soldiers hid on the walls and shivered.

With the trembling of the earth and the earth-shattering roar, the monsters attacked. When she faced the endless vicious monsters alone, no one thought she could stop them. It wasn't until she started moving.

She danced her arms in a graceful posture, accompanied by the chanting that was obviously a soft chant but spread throughout the battlefield, and the surging magic power gathered frantically here, and a huge array of colorful magic appeared in the sky and the earth.

Then, there is divine punishment.

The sky shattered like a broken mirror, and the earth cracked like thin ice. The roaring spatial cracks and scorching magma engulfed the unstoppable monsters in an instant, leaving behind the earth and dark sky that were as hot as the end of the world.

In this moment, she is God. ”

This is a description of the first battle in which Hetshetier participated in the invasion in the general history of the continent, and it was also the last battle in which she was recorded.

There is no reason for the High Demon Clan to sit idly by and ignore this pseudo-Lori with out-of-specification strength, they stopped the attack that was no different from suicide, and soon re-piled up materials on the ruins of the original dwarf kingdom, intending to build another tower - not by hand, but a bit like the undead building in Warcraft, using the formation to automatically combine materials.

Little Japan was not going to wait for the B-52 to throw the "little boy" and "fat man" on its head - well, the analogy is a bit of a misappropriation - in short, the coalition forces formed a commando team, ready to destroy the tower while it was not finished and collect some samples for analysis. Among the commandos was Hertshitier.

But the team, full of the high expectations of the coalition forces, did not return.

The demons built the tower just to make a scene, they carved a magic circle of equal laws in the underground in advance, and its function was to limit all other laws within the effective range. In this way, Hetshtier, who entered the demon ambush circle, is at most equivalent to a forbidden spell mage at the level of a great sage if he can't cast the law......

Even if you are a saint, sooner or later, the cannon fodder will kill you. This is how Uncle Uther was killed by cannon fodder, and Hetshtier was no exception.

Then, the demons will no longer have any obstacles.

The coalition forces faced a large number of monsters that almost covered their vision, and the army had no choice but to abandon the continent in the end. They shipped away civilians, burned cities, and called the land soaked in the blood of all tribes the Land of Despair.

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The surviving dwarves, old and young, women and children, were taken in by several dwarven tribes on the eastern and western continents. After the fall of the kingdom, the dwarven tribes were left with a loose union, and although they would not swallow each other by force, they could never regain their former glory.

Young Moeller led one of these tribes that had been passed down for thousands of years.

In the dim glow of the bright torches and the plants underground, the bearded Moeller looked unusually hideous. He roared, and the sledgehammer in his hand slammed into the head of a lowly monster with blue-black skin, long fangs, and sharp claws. Suddenly, the hapless monster lay down on the hard ground before he had time to wail. As for its life-threatening appearance, that thing is long gone. ,

Around Moeller, a large number of dwarven warriors were wielding weapons and fighting monsters far outnumbered by themselves. Fortunately, the place of the battle was a stone bridge, and the monsters could not surround them in a roundabout way, so they could only break through head-on. But it is not easy to break through the line of dwarven warriors head-on, especially if the dwarves still have priests in the rear.

It is a large island-like platform, surrounded by bottomless faults, and the only way to connect with the outside world is the stone bridge. The dwarves are currently clinging, or rather besieged on. At the other end of the stone bridge is the main road that connects to the underworld, which is now crowded with all kinds of ugly and vicious low-level monsters.

The dwarves fought them fiercely on the stone bridge.

A thunderous roar suddenly sounded on the noisy battlefield, and a tall and stout demon appeared on the other side of the stone bridge dragging a huge wooden mace. It's missing a word, but it bears no resemblance to the mobile experience of a large group of players in a game. This guy has a hard cuticle on the surface, which is difficult to hurt with ordinary weapons, and his body is so strong and powerful that he can even collide with human heavy cavalry without falling.

The Inferior Demon can be said to be a boss-level monster among the low-level monsters.

Several dwarven warriors stepped forward to try to stop it, but the Ironforge guards, who were not much taller than the protagonist of the book, were apparently only able to reach each other's calves and stomachs and not to the vital points - so how on earth were the huge monsters pulled into hatred by the much smaller MT in comparison? Could it be that they were stepping on their toes?

Seeing this, Moeller's eyes were about to split, he roared wildly, his body burst out with bright red fifth-level fighting qi, and his right foot stomped heavily on the stone ground, roaring away like an inferior demon arrow with the sound of the stone slab shattering. But the Bad Demon wasn't muddy, it swung its mace downwards in a strange roar, and smashed it right on Moller's fiery figure.

Amid the loud noise and the debris in the sky, the mace shattered. Mo Le, who was only one step away from a sixth-level saint and unleashed his fighting spirit with all his might, could be matched by this kind of monster with only brute strength? The inferior demon flew out as if it had been directly hit by a high-speed train, and fell into the large group of low-level monsters behind, turning them into gourds all over the ground, and hung up on the spot.

The monster horde rioted for a while, and then retreated to the roar of the dwarven warriors celebrating their victory.

The dwarves were given a valuable rest.

Wearily, Moeller sat down at the bridge, and asked an old priest who walked up to him, "Master, how much time do we have?"

"Food and water, the wild underground megaspore plants on the platform can help us out, as long as the distribution is reasonable, enough for our whole family to eat for a year. But the problem is that the ore reserves are not enough, and we left our baggage and light equipment to get rid of those monsters, so most of the equipment is not complete now. Patriarch, I estimate that in three months our warriors will not be able to repair the weapons and armor damaged in battle. ”

"Can you try to find veins on the platform?"

"That can't be. There are only stones, dirt and spore plants, and nothing else. ”

Moeller sighed, "Now we can only wait for news from Randall and Nest." Hopefully, they'll be able to break through to the surface and tell the humans about the situation here, and then send an army to support us. I'm sure humans won't ignore the presence of demon portals underground. Anyway, why was the demon portal discovered by us dwarves this time?"

Maybe it's God's will. The old priest clasped his palms together and said, "But, Patriarch. Are you sure those two men will be able to get to the surface through the Gstrick Mine?"

"Of course, they are the best warriors of our clan. ”

"No, I mean they grew up in the underworld and don't know the way to the surface. ”

"Oh, don't worry, I gave them the map. ”

The look on the old priest's face suddenly became very exciting, and he took out a roll of parchment from his bosom and said, "This is what I found this morning when I ordered someone to clean up their room......

Looking at the roll of parchment depicting detailed directions and routes on the surface, Mohler's beard trembled, and his whole body suddenly became tangled and painful.