In the Mithril mines, in a cave with a collapse mark, there was an inaudible knocking sound, which was inconspicuous in the symphony of other mines.

But for Nenov, all he heard was the sound of his own percussion.

It was alone, running to a mine that was at risk of collapsing, naturally to dig up more Mithril Stone.

Clang!

Nenov's pickaxe struck the gray-green rock again, and a stone the size of a gray dwarf's body detached from the top of the rock face, revealing its original brownish color.

There is no silver.

Damn! Seventh!

And, why are there still holes in the rocks!

Nenov spat out, his eyes confused, he remembered that there was once a vein of Mithril Ore here, which he had seen before the last collapse, but now it had become a wormhole with no rules.

"Oh no! It's not as comfortable as Black Rock here, it's full of vegetation, my God, even in the underground mines, I can't avoid these annoying vines, they wrap around my beard every time. ”

Dressed in a black miner's suit, the gray dwarf with gray-skinned skin sat on a green moss, as if only the soft touch could make him forget his hometown of the dark region of Blackstone.

However, the Blackstone has withered, and the cities belonging to the Grey Dwarves have been overrun by the Eye Demons, and the survivors have either fled their homeland and hid in the deeper depths of the Dark Regions, believing that there are veins of iron and gold flowing from the depths of the Dark Regions.

Or, like it, become slaves and be sold wherever grey dwarves are needed as miners.

Unfortunately, it and its family are among them.

Luckily, their owners, the Queen of Darkness, Lady Winoni, treated them well, though it may have been because of the money.

But in the past, Nenov didn't care about this, as long as it had wine to drink, the Mithril mine dug here, according to its efficiency, although it could not drink every day, but two or three times in the mine, it could always get drunk, and the woodland fruit wine here was better than the black spring wine in the dark area.

But lately his son had taken a fancy to the girl of the Holqi family in the Third Mine, and was in dire need of a fortune, not to get married, but to the slacker of Holqi, who said that it would take at least a hundred gallons for his daughter to marry his son.

That's a fortune that takes three months to get in the mines, and a big glass of woods fruit wine that can get him drunk is only three gallons.

Although the daughter of the slacker is not worthy of his son.

But my son is also old, in his eighties, and it is time to start a family.

It can't be like it, getting married in a hundred years.

That's why it came to this cave, which was at risk of collapse, to dig up the Mithril Stone, otherwise it would rather take the money and exchange it for drink.

But it looked at the pitted bare brown rock that it had dug out, and there was not a single silver shadow, only a deep moth-eaten hollow that laughed at his delusions.

More than once as Nenov wielded his pickaxe, he prayed aloud to Radug, the patron saint of the gray dwarves, to let his pickaxe dig out a patch of silver, but it was clear that Radug did not hear it.

"A few more times!"

The grey dwarf regained her spirits and planned to continue digging, and if she didn't, she would have to go back to the seventh cave where he had been staying to see if she could dig out some Mithril Stones.

"Can't these little cuties be neatly put together like iron ore? ”

Nenov touched his bald head, looking for a touch, and then brushed away the green vines wrapped around his red beard, muttering that the excavation of Mithril Stone was always so annoying, scattered and scattered in all corners, that even the most proficient Grey Dwarf could only limit the scope of a mine and could not accurately locate its location.

However, this is also normal, it is very normal that precious metals are scarce and difficult to collect.

Otherwise, Mithril armor and Mithril weapons would not be in high demand on the black market in various lords and spells.

But just as Nenov was about to swing the pickaxe from behind, he vaguely felt a touch of black moving in the rock wall?

What kind of ore is that?

Feeling dazzled, and a little angry, Nenov knocked on it with a pickaxe.

And then.

Under its pickaxe, it bloomed with fire, and emitted a dull bell sound that was different from that of the rocks, which belonged to the clanging of metal.

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Could it be that there are other ores here?

Nenov has also heard of the associated mine, but the Mithril mine has been open for almost half a year, and no one has dug up other ores, and the associated mines have long been eliminated, unless the ore associated with this Mithril mine is even rarer.

For example, obsidian, which is often used to make spell items, or black lazuli, both of which are not inferior to Mithril, are also used to make mages' favorite minions, and one of the most important materials for golems.

Thinking of this, Nenov suddenly felt excited, and he didn't care that it wasn't a Mithril mine, so he stepped on his feet, picked up the mine manuscript and continued to smash it further up.

This black ore should be the same as Mithril, not too big, and peel it out completely.

If it's really black lazuli or obsidian, then Quinn's hundred gallons should have fallen this time.

Nenov thought of his son Quinn's expectant look, and he couldn't suppress his excitement, if it weren't for years of experience as a miner, maybe it would have been in the wrong place by now.

However, just as Nenov watched with satisfaction as the pickaxe in his hand accurately hit the top three inches of the bare black, the sound made its face change again, full of consternation.

It's still a crisp and pleasant metal knocking sound.

"How can it be? Is it that big?"

Nenov looked at the brown rock that broke away from the rock wall, revealing the same blackness, as if it were one, and he couldn't help but ask.

If Nenov looked closely, he would see that there were slight gaps and matte black textures, which did not look like stone at all, and that the renewal was an enlarged scale.

But now he was full of joy, and there was still the heart to continue to observe, and his mind was full of his son's deposit, and his wine money.

However, before Nenov could swing at the exposed rock wall for the third time, he noticed that the scenery in front of him had changed.

The brown rock disappeared like sand, replaced by the matte black ore of the previous moment, and the black continued to pervade and did not stop until the black occupied the area a few meters in front of Nenov.

A few corners of the corners, the brown rocks flow back like water.

But at this time, Nenov no longer had the heart to sigh why the ore carrying his hopes was so big, but it had already woken up, and it couldn't tell anywhere from the neat black scales that were neatly arranged.

Where is the ore in front of you, it is clearly a dragon.

Black.

Dragon......

"Radug is up there, and it dug up a black dragon?"

Nenov looked at the pair of dark golden vertical pupils that were thrown at him, full of majesty, and immediately lost his mind, and his brain went blank.

The most precious pickaxe in his hand also landed in the mine, making a crisp bell sound.

Then, a sound of greatness and immensity sounded in his ears.

"Gray-skinned dwarf, you were giving me a massage just now?"

The owner of the dark golden vertical pupils poked out a monstrous dragon head with four horns and a domineering spirit from the brown rock and soil, full of strength and strength.

It asked.