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The heads of more than thirty red-armored soldiers were immediately thrown out, and a group of headless corpses fell neatly to the ground.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene, and their eyes were filled with horror, gathered on the young figure in the sky.

"Where did you come from the life-deserving thing? Are you impatient to live if you dare to kill my Beiming Empire?" The powerful soldier who was holding the Blue Dragon Sword just now shouted loudly, his eyes wide open, showing his anger.

"Hmph." Han Chen's eyes were cold, and a disdainful arc was raised at the corner of his mouth. His body moved, and he accelerated several times in a row. In an instant, he arrived at the other party. The Tianmang Sword burst out with bright golden light. Countless dense sword shadows suddenly gathered at one point, and swept across the middle-aged general with the sharp sound of breaking the wind.

"hiss!"

The middle-aged general's pupils shrank tightly, and he didn't even have time to react. He suddenly felt a severe pain on his right body. He looked down and saw that half of his shoulders were cut off.

Scarlet and dazzling blood spread out, and the white bones were clearly visible.

The middle-aged general was extremely frightened immediately. He knew that the young man in front of him was not the one he could afford.

That is, in the next moment, a metal trembling sound of "swish!" was reflected in the middle-aged man's extremely horrified gaze.

"Chi!" The Tianmang Sword instantly penetrated into the other party's eyebrows, pierced through the middle-aged general's head, and the blood-stained sword tip penetrated out of the other party's back head.

The speed is so fast that it is just a flash of lightning.

In just a blink of an eye, the general who was domineering and powerful just now became a cold corpse. He was in a hurry and screamed before he could even let out a scream.

"Boom!"

"The general is dead, run away!"

"Retreat, retreat quickly, the mission is cancelled, and it is important to hold your life."

As soon as the chief general died, the red-armored soldiers were defeated without fighting. Just now, the vicious and arrogant troops immediately fell down and scattered. They disappeared like a tide.

All the dwarves stood there, their expressions of being confused and dull.

Saved? God has brought punishment to those vicious humans so quickly?

Before the dwarves could recover, Han Chen turned back again and rushed towards the rear of the army. The soldiers fleeing in panic were suppressing the dwarves who had been caught before retreating in a hurry.

Han Chen frowned, and his irresistible voice exploded in the sky like thunder. "If you don't want to die, leave them for me."

The surging shouts were as loud as the tide, and the soldiers below were dizzy and their eardrums were painful. Some even worse, they spit out a large mouthful of blood.

I was already scared, but I was even more frightened. I dared not seize the dwarves. They abandoned the cages and ran away. The speed was faster than that of the rabbits.

Han Chen flew over the iron cage, and raised his hand and a sword light a hundred feet long swept across. "Bang..." Several muffled sounds, and the iron cages that were imprisoning the dwarves burst out and exploded one by one. However, the dwarves inside were not damaged at all.

In addition to being shocked, the dwarves who survived the disaster quickly gathered together and checked each other's injuries. Few people were paying attention to their own situation.

Han Chen fell back to the ground from the void, stopped about ten meters away, and looked at this strange group of ethnic groups with complex expressions.

When facing death, these dwarves did not beg for anything. Although they were afraid, they were not afraid of life and death. After finally relieving the danger, they first cared about the people around them.

As people from outside describe, the dwarves are a simple and kind race, but in this world, kind people are easily bullied.

After a while, a dwarf in his thirties walked to Hanchen, put his right hand on his chest, his palm on his left shoulder, and then bowed to Hanchen.

"Friends from human beings, thank you for your help. On behalf of all the rescued dwarves, I thank you for your life-saving grace."

The other party's face seemed to be a little shocked, but compared to other dwarves, they were very calm. Immediately afterwards, the other dwarves also stepped forward to salute Hanchen. Their etiquette was to put their right hand on their chest, their palms on their left shoulder, and bow their bodies to salute.

Han Chen nodded, showed a gentle smile on his face, clasped his fists with his hands, and returned the gift in a human way. "It's just a simple task, you don't have to take it to heart."

"My friends of human beings, please forgive us for our harsh words toward human beings. The human beings we curse are all vicious human beings. They do not include friendly human friends like you. My name is Pica, what do you call a friend?"

The dwarf's personality is indeed very simple, which touched Hanchen very much.

"Hello Pica, my name is Hanchen."

"Friend Hanchen, I wonder if it was a coincidence or intention?" Pica asked.

Before Han Chen could answer, another dwarf team rushed out at the other end of the mountain. This dwarf team was a fully armed team, holding various weapons such as bows, spears, broadswords and other weapons in their hands.

These weapons are very sharp and emit obscure fluctuations of power.

Han Chen was a little surprised. At a glance, he saw that the worst weapons in the hands of these dwarves had reached the ranks of medium-grade treasures. This was too squandering.

Leading was a young dwarf in his twenties, who was nearly 1.6 meters tall, strong muscles and a firm face, carrying a heavy sword behind him.

The heavy sword has no edge, and it is not a skill. The sword has a light red light flowing, like a halo that is pouring on it. This is actually a holy weapon.

Han Chen finally understood what the real "aramite tent" was. If this were in the world, the dwarves would definitely be the richest race.

"Uncle Pica, we are here to save you, how are you?"

The fully armed dwarf team rushed to Han Chen and his group. The young dwarf led by the heavy sword, stepped in front of Pica in a few steps. Seeing that the other party was safe and sound, the young dwarf breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Pica, you're fine. As soon as I received the news, I heard that you were attacked by those hateful humans again, so I came to save you immediately. I was really worried about me."

"Paso, I'm fine." Pica said, pointing at Han Chen beside him and said, "Thanks to this Han Chen friend, we were able to escape."

"Human?" When the young dwarf called Paso saw Han Chen, his face suddenly darkened, and he showed hatred in his vigilance.

"Paso, don't be rude. If it weren't for Hanchen's friend, we would never have seen you again." Pica said quickly.

"Hmph, humans are all hypocritical guys, so they won't be so kind! He definitely has other plans."

Paso seemed very angry with humans, and grabbed the heavy sword behind him and pointed at Han Chen, "Human, say, do you have other purposes when you come to our dwarves?"

Facing Paso, who pointed his sword at him indiscriminately, Han Chen was not angry at all. Han Chen saw what the red-armored soldiers did to the dwarves just now. It is not difficult for the dwarves to hate humans so much.

"Yes, I'm here with another thing." Han Chen replied lightly.

All the dwarves were stunned and couldn't help but feel alert and guarded against Han Chen.

"Hmph, I just said that humans don't have a good thing. What's your purpose?" Paso refused to give in.

Han Chen smiled and replied slowly, "That's right. Twenty years ago, a friend of mine found a wounded dwarf in the deep mountains of the wilderness forest. He brought the dwarf home and served him for more than ten years. However, the dwarf finally died of his old injury. Before he died, he asked my friend to let him return to his roots and bring his body back to the polar prairie..."

"It's nonsense." Paso angrily scolded.

Han Chen ignored the other party and continued to tell, "But my friend wants to take care of his sick wife, so he entrusted this task to me. I originally wanted to send him to the polar prairie, but I saw you here. I just need to hand him over to you."

After that, Han Chen waved his hand and a white light flashed, and a crystal coffin suddenly appeared in front of everyone. In the coffin was an elderly dwarf in his sixties or seventies.

The dwarf is only one meter and three meters tall, with a strong facial features and a relatively strong figure. Although he has been dead for more than ten years, his body is preserved very well due to the crystal coffin, as if he had just died not long ago.

The moment he saw the dwarf in the crystal coffin, Pica, who was beside him, suddenly shook his body, and suddenly fell forward, lay on the lid of the crystal coffin. He shouted with great excitement, "Uncle Pazi, it's Uncle Pazi..."

Uncle Pazzi?

Han Chen was stunned for a moment. They actually met? Then, something even more surprised Han Chen happened. Pica pointed at Paso with red eyes open and said, "Paso, why don't you come here to see your grandfather? This is your grandfather!"

"Boom!"

What? Grandfather?

Paso stood there with a dull look on his face, his body trembling. Grandfather? How is it possible? This is too irritating! Not only was Paso scared, but even Han Chen was shocked. This coincidence was too outrageous. Pazi was Paso's grandfather?

However, Hanchen never said what Pazzi was called from beginning to end, but Pica revealed his name in one word, which was enough to say everything.

"Grandfather? How is it possible? He hasn't been long ago, long ago..." Paso's shaking hands could no longer hold the heavy sword.
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