The dwarven clan originated from the Xuan Netherworld in the seventy-two domains of the ghost world. The inheritance of its royal bloodline is unique, and the history of the rise and fall of the dwarves has been no less than 10 million years. Every Golden Dwarf King must go through hardships and tribulations after the age of eighteen before he can be recognized by the royal family. Become the commander who leads thousands of dwarven warriors across the clan.

When the ancient rules were about to come, the current prince of the dwarven clan at that time was named Claure. He has extraordinary strength when he is young, his ability to carry thousands of pounds of boulders, and his courage is unparalleled. At that time, Crowle, who was only fifteen years old, dressed in military uniform, went out on behalf of his father, killed the stone people to the point of losing their armor and migrating out of the Xuan Netherworld.

During that war, Crowle's bravery and fearlessness were eagerly admired by the warriors of the dwarven clan. He opened up territory for the dwarves, so the old king of the golden dwarves, who was Claure's father, held a grand coming-of-age ceremony for Claure in the clan, and said to Crowle:

"My valiant son, if you want to become the king of the dwarves of supreme glory, you will have to go through a lot of hardship and hardship. The old king of the golden dwarves sat high on the throne, and Claire, the still spirited prince, stood by with his sword on his sword. I only heard his voice continue after the vicissitudes of life: "You have to go through the gate of space alone and go to the plane of the Spirit Devouring Domain below the Xuan Netherworld for training. In two months' time, if you return alive from it, all the dwarven warriors will honor you as the sovereign king. ”

"Father, I will overcome all difficulties and obstacles to obtain the throne of the dwarves!" Crowle's eyes burned with the flames of battle. He was young and vigorous, and always thought that his bravery was unparalleled in the world, and all the hardships and dangers were not enough to stop him. Immediately, he bid farewell to his father in the palace, packed a bag of dry food, inserted two swords on his back, and hung a short knife at his waist. He carried a huge gold-inlaid axe weighing 100 pounds. Alone and bravely, he broke into the dangerous and abnormal dimensional plane.

In order to become the king of the dwarven clan, he dared to go down to the sea of fire and the purgatory. But he didn't know how desolate and terrible the other world that awaited him was. He swept out of the gate of the realm, and landed alone on the desolate earth, but he saw only dead trees and crows, and beside him were shallows and chaotic walls, and a river of red water like blood meandered above the earth's veins, and the waves were rolling, and he did not know where the source of this river of blood came from.

On the other side of the river, there are endless mountains, and on Claire's side is the barren and dead land. He made a quick decision, picked up a lot of dead wood that had rushed down from the upper reaches of the Blood River, cut it with a knife, and then bound it firmly with a rope. It was made into a sturdy raft. He pushed the raft into the water and propped it up towards the opposite shore.

But Claure didn't know that this river of blood was a real river of blood, also known as the Soul Devouring Blood Abyss. The river is not very wide, though. But it was full of lonely ghosts buried here, and countless human bones were buried in the land on the shore of the shoals. These ghosts first hibernated in the water, and when Crow crossed the raft to the middle of the river, they broke through the water together, and they could not be exhausted by the ghosts, demons and monsters. Carrying an overwhelming fishy wind, he wanted to take Crow off the ship and fall into the soul devouring blood abyss.

Seeing this, Crow did not panic, he supported the raft with his left hand, and with his right hand he wielded his sword that had fought for hundreds of battles, the Golden King's battle axe. Claure made the axe in one hand, running like the wind, and the power of more than 100 demons and ghosts in the water did not fall into the wind at all. Every time his tomahawk slashed, it struck with a golden glow. This battle axe can concretize Crow's power, forming a golden arc blade with a huge range, slashing hundreds of water ghosts in the water and crying incessantly, not daring to approach Crowle's body within three feet.

Although Crowle is unparalleled in courage, but after a long time, his arms are sore, and it is also a little difficult to support. At this time, it was not far from the shallow beach on the opposite bank, where the sand and gravel were all red. Immediately jumped, the tomahawk danced wildly to protect his body, and flew to the safety of the other bank. In the air under his feet, there was a dense white arm, trying to drag him into the abyss of death.

Behind him, the raft had been swept away by the swirling rapids in the water, and the wreckage scattered in the water had been torn to pieces by many water spirits. After experiencing this scene, Claure couldn't help but gasp, and the whole person lay down on the shallows weakly, gasping for breath.

He had no idea that the first day he would be here would be so difficult. Shicai's vicious fight almost caused him to lose his life. However, Claure will not give up this experience. He must become the king of the dwarven clan in order to live up to his father's kindness to him when he was a teenager.

Crow rested for a moment, hastily replenished some dry food and water, and then took the golden battle axe and walked into the distant mountains. It was getting late, the mountains were foggy and the visibility was low. Standing in the forest, you can sometimes hear the terrifying roar of the demon beast. Under these unfavorable conditions, Crow can only try his luck to find a hidden place that is not easy to be discovered by powerful demon beasts, and rest for the night. Wait until the next day, when the sky is bright.

However, by mistake, he ran into a group of wandering thieves in the dense forest at the foot of the heavy mountain. Due to the barbarism and lawlessness of the Soul Devouring Realm, many lawbreakers in other planes of the Ghost Realm, or exiled sinners, will come here to seek space for survival. They were carrying a cage in which a beautiful maiden was being held.

The girl had long, snow-white hair. Good face and graceful posture. Imprisoned in a steel cage. The cheeks, which were covered with dirt marks, showed pale skin. In particular, her extremely beautiful eyes are as translucent as two glossy pearls. The whole person sobbed in a low voice, hugged his knees in his arms, and squatted pitifully in the cage.

Crowle hid behind a dead tree in the mist, secretly listening to the thieves' conversations. I saw those people raise the fire and gather around the campfire in a circle to keep warm. One of the rough men drank the liquor and laughed heartily: "Brother Iron Leopard! We are really favored by God this time, and we have picked up such a delicate little beauty out of thin air, if we sell her to the black market, then, with the appearance of this little girl, I guess it is enough to earn him tens of thousands of gold coins! Hahaha!

"Big brother, my brother can't bear it anymore, why don't we drag that little girl out, how about we have a good time together?"

Hugh had to think that if this little girl was not a virgin, then it would not be worth much. The people around him couldn't help but reprimand him, and then said: "At present, the rich people in Spirit Devouring City love this mouthful, as long as this little woman is a chick, then no matter how high the price is, someone will rush to make a deal." How many of our brothers have got money, what kind of woman are we going to play? So, we have to be patient for the time being. Wait until we have the golden gold coins, and then we will have a good time!"

Hearing his words, everyone laughed unscrupulously. And Crowle, who was hiding behind the dead wood, listened to the conversation of this group of people, and vaguely guessed that these thieves were originally exiled sinners from all walks of life in the ghost domain or members of the thief group. They did all kinds of evil in the Soul Devouring Domain, burning, killing, looting, buying and selling children, wives and daughters. As long as it is a profitable business, they are willing to take it.

The girl in the cage, who was crying quietly, couldn't help but tremble with fear as she listened to the explicit talk of this group of people. She was thrown into the Soul Eater by her own people, and her experience was already miserable. But she was captured by this group of thieves and wanted to sell her to someone else as a concubine. She wanted to get out of here, but she didn't dare to use her mana to resist.

When he hesitated, he saw a ridiculous dwarf, carrying a huge golden battle axe, crawling through the grass in the hidden place on the side of the iron cage. He gently grasped the iron rope on the cell door, and smashed it with his fist, and in the woman's stunned gaze, he actually smashed the iron lock silently with one punch. Taking advantage of the inattention of many thieves, he opened the cell door and released the woman.

"You're leaving!"

In the midst of the woman's panicked eyes, the low, ugly dwarf kept mouthing at her eagerly. The woman frowned, but refused to leave, if she left, this group of lawless thugs would kill him in a fit of rage! He was kind, although the woman was in her heart, but she did not want to see her innocent people die at the hands of those thieves.

Seeing that the woman was reluctant to leave, Claure was anxious, and forcibly pulled her sleeve and got into the grass. Although the members of the thieves at the campfire were drunk, they still heard that something was wrong with their keen sense of being thieves, and when they turned their heads to look, they saw a dwarf with a lewd description, break the chains, and rescue the beautiful woman.

"His grandmother's, can't let that woman run away, chase me!"

In the midst of the shouting and scolding, everyone picked up their swords and chased after them desperately. Because Claure wanted to protect this woman who had no magic power in his body, and he was in the mist, he didn't run fast. It didn't take long for them to be chased by many experienced members of the bandit group, following the footprints left by the two in the forest. With sinister smiles on their lips, they surrounded Crow and the beautiful woman.

"Little beauty, you are running, the uncle and the brothers are still pointing to you to spend all day and drink! Today you have wings on your back, and you can't escape from the palm of the uncle!" The leader of the thief group held a pair of rotten silver tiger head double hooks, looked in Claire's direction again, and said with a contemptuous smile: "You guy, you look so ugly, do you also want a hero to save the beauty? Then, the uncle will give you bloodletting today to teach you a lesson!"

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