Dwarves were once a prosperous race, and their footprints were spread all over the world thousands of years ago. Dwarves can often be seen appearing in human cities on the Western continent, the East continent and now in despair. Their forging techniques, mellow wine and generous character make them the most popular friends and allies among human beings.

Later, a great dwarf king named Muladin unified several large tribes, relying on the sale of iron tools and funds provided by some human friends to establish a dwarf kingdom in the most abundant mineral despair land, and was recognized and established diplomatic relations by the human empire next to him. At that time, the dwarfs seemed to usher in their most glorious moment.

Until that day comes.

Maybe it was a natural disaster, maybe it was a divine punishment, or maybe it was a trial of the Creator God on sentient beings. When a dwarf prospecting team discovered a huge naturally formed plane channel portal in the deepest part of the land of despair, the invasion began.

Accompanied by the dazzling light, countless ferocious and terrifying monsters that had never even appeared in nightmares roared out of the portal, and rushed out like a tide. When the escaped prospecting team reported the situation, the dwarves and humans on the desperate land immediately formed a coalition to fight, and sent envoys to the east and west continents to request reinforcements. It can be said that their handling was quite perfect, and even if the enemy was a strong orc army, they would have no choice but to do anything about it - and although the orcs were not very happy with humans, they were not to the point of immortality. They might even send reinforcements for the sake of the dwarves.

But the enemy is not orcs, they are much more terrifying than orcs.

Countless low-level monsters rushed to the coalition's position without fear of death, driven by demons with high wisdom. They were cruel in nature, sharp claws and thick skin, and had no self-awareness. For the demons, these low-level monsters were just consumables, and they never cared about the casualties of the monsters. So under the impact of these monsters who were about to hold you and "kissed" before they died, the coalition's offensive momentum quickly stopped and turned to defense. Fortunately, under the blocking of the city's high walls and the warriors, countless monsters were crushed by the magic of human mages.

During this period, the high-level demons attacked on their own. Every time the coalition forces defeated these demon masters with black bat wings, they paid a heavy price. However, the number of demons was too small, and this kind of consumption coalition could not afford the demons. So the front line stabilized near the border of the Dwarf Kingdom in the middle of the Desperate Land, and both sides began to accumulate strength.

The balance was soon broken after the reinforcements from the East and West Continents arrived.

The horn that resounded through the sky was sounded, and the war drums shocked the earth and the ocean. Many races from all over the world put down their prejudices and formed an unprecedentedly powerful coalition. The rain of arrows of the elf archers made the monsters' continuous impact intermittently; the charge of human iron cavalry crushed their formation; the strong dwarf warriors and brave orc warriors formed an unbreakable iron wall, allowing all things that tried to break through it to pieces on it to pieces; the mages and priests at the end became existences that made the demons hate them.

The demons' unfavorable dog sea tactics were defeated when facing the high-tech troops of the Zhuolliwen Alliance - I'm sorry, maybe I've got something in, but please don't care - they were almost crushed all the way and rushed to the vicinity of the portal, and the counterattack was getting smaller and smaller, as if they were insufficient.

By this time, every member of the coalition was convinced that he could win the final victory, and their faces were filled with excitement and pride that he would become a part of the epic for future generations to recite. Even the senior leaders of the coalition were discussing whether to hit the opposite side of the portal to completely eliminate hidden dangers, as if victory was at your fingertips. After finally deciding to attack the portal and completely eliminate the demons, the coalition launched a general offensive. The unstoppable coalition advanced quite smoothly, and the troops in the front could even see the huge figure of the portal. But their eyes were immediately attracted by another larger object.

It was a towering black magic tower like a twisted branch, with a surface full of crooked magic arrays painted like a psychopathic Titan giant. It was very absurd, but also full of weirdness. Especially the huge and creepy thing at the base of the tower, which seemed to be a sharp mouthpart, which was chewing countless low-level monsters one by one, slowly grinding them into flesh and swallowing them. Nearby, a large number of monsters gathered were quietly waiting to be eaten by the tower, as calm as a patient waiting for treatment in the corridor. The entire scene was extremely bloody, orderly, silent and depressing enough to make any calm and wise sage go crazy on the spot.

Then most of the coalition forces turned into epics and legends as they wished - as the dead of the defeated side of this invasion war.

This magic tower is called the sacrifice tower. It can use the flesh and blood of the sacrifice to provide a super buff that increases life and strength by 10 times for a certain number of targets. Then the target will die after a certain period of time because it cannot withstand the power explosion. Although the amount required for sacrifice can almost make a race almost extinct and the consequences are terrible, it is undeniable that the effect is quite significant. Because this buff that can be described as a bug is a group effect.

This ritual of using flesh and soul to exchange for powerful power is not magic, but one of the laws of creation that has been tampered with. This was originally intended to use it as the last means to preserve bloodlines for a large number of single-body weak intelligence races, but the demons took advantage of this huge loophole and mastered the strategic power of this world.

The demons used the subsequent low-level monsters to perform sacrifices to the rituals of the front line to be seriously insufficient, which made the coalition forces feel like they were about to win. Then when the coalition forces launched a scattered general attack, the demons activated the magic tower.

Can you imagine pulling a group of puppies with 350 lives and attacking 50 more heroes walking across the map during an Internet battle? Although the defense is a bit crisp, it is much more awesome than mammoths. Even if you encounter a sea of ​​tanks and a group of colossus, there is also an existence called cannon fodder...

OK, please ignore this paragraph.

In this world where the air force riding flying creatures can only be used for reconnaissance and airdrops, these close-range monsters seem quite terrible, especially when they are mixed into a large group of cannon fodder monsters and are difficult to distinguish. If this is the case, it would be fine, and the mages in the coalition can still deal with it - although after these monsters that were buffs were killed, those buffs would be transferred to other monsters, but they could be killed after all - but after the demons used another terrifying killer weapon, the coalition finally collapsed.

Undead magic.

No one can tolerate having to kill the same enemy twice, and no one can tolerate falling comrades get up again and wave their weapons at them, not even the tauren with the biggest nerve.

The coalition forces had no choice but to give up the large tract of land exchanged for countless heroic and young lives, and then began to shrink their defense. Their initial plan was to last until the ghost buff was extinguished, but the buff buff blessed by the power of the law did not have the time limit, and only the distance limit was based on the magic tower. However, if you want to form combat power, you must be blessed more than a certain number of creatures. After a few days, these blessed creatures will receive lunch boxes and transfer the buff to another tribe. No race can withstand such consumption. The coalition forces were lucky. They accidentally avoided the effective range of the law and dragged the demons into a protracted war. The demons quickly stopped the demon tower, after all, low-level monsters were not infinitely blasted.

However, the disadvantages of the coalition forces were irreversible at this time, and they spent too much time.

Although the demons do not have much talent for making weapons, armor and equipment - or simply say they don't have them at all - it is undeniable that these black wings have an amazing speed in understanding magic and martial arts.

In this era when priests can only heal and add eggshells and are powerless to dark spells such as curses, erosions and weakening, the demons are undoubtedly great as the inventors of dark spells. They are great enough to make the line that the coalition had already stabilized to turn into tofu overnight. As for the professions such as Paladin, which are now known as the mortal enemy of dark spells and undead creatures, they only appeared after the fall of the land of despair.

With the defeat of the coalition, the demons mastered more and more types of dark spells. Not only that, even undead creatures have added many very powerful new varieties to the unchanging sea of ​​skeletons, such as ghouls, ghouls, and ghouls. Well, people have also spent their energy on research, and naturally the undead spells have become lazy when they are used in dark spells. It is an ideal state to grab both hands and have both hands hard, not everyone can do it. If you put curses, throw corrodes, throw fear, and pull out a group of hatreds to run around the street, will you still let people live?

The coalition collapsed, and everyone except the dwarves who vowed to defend their kingdom to the death. However, it was obvious that only the dwarves could not withstand the demon army that was rushing towards them like a tsunami. It was at that time that the dwarves declined with the destruction of the kingdom and heavy casualties.

The coalition forces fled to the territory of the human empire near the sea and relied on the city wall to build a defense line again, although it seemed that they would be broken again after not long.

But this time the coalition forces defended.

Because I don't know which man found a loli by looking up history books - well, she just looks like a loli - Hetchtier. Historical records clearly record that human women who have lived for thousands of years have passed through saints and reached the demigod level, mastered a certain amount of law power, and was a powerful existence in the world's cultivation in order to be promoted to a true god. After receiving a letter of help from the coalition forces, she gave up her retreat for thousands of years and appeared on the battlefield of the desperate land.

Hethir is the last hope of the coalition forces and even the whole world - although this hope is a little smaller, less than one meter four.

"A breeze mixed with the smell of stench blows from the demon army, waving her charming purple hair. She is so cold that everything in the world has nothing to do with her, a pair of blood-colored eyes staring coldly at the enemy army lined up to the end of the horizon, with no change in expression, just like those terrifying monsters are already dead. And behind that petite body, all the coalition soldiers were hiding on the city wall and trembling.

The monsters attacked the earth in amid the trembling and the roar of the sky. When she faced the endless evil monsters alone, no one thought she could stop them. Until she began to move.

She danced her arms in a graceful posture, accompanied by the singing sounds that were clearly chanting but spread throughout the battlefield. The surging magic power gathered here crazily, and colorful huge magic arrays appeared in the sky and the earth.

Then, there is God's punishment.

The sky shattered like a broken mirror, and the earth cracked like thin ice. The whistling cracks in space and the surging scorching magma all swallowed up the originally unstoppable monsters in an instant, leaving only the hot earth and the dim sky like the end of the world after the disaster.

At this moment, she is God.”

The above is a description of the first battle that Hethiel participated in during the Invasion War in the General History of the Mainland, and it was also her last battle to be recorded.

The high-level demons had no reason to ignore the pseudo-loli with extra-special strength. They stopped attacking that was no different from suicide, and soon 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 the monster, using formations to automatically combine materials.

The end of the road would not wait for B-52 to throw the "little boy" and "fat man" on his head - well, this metaphor is a bit inappropriate - in short, the coalition formed a commando, ready to destroy the tower before it was completed and collect some samples for analysis. The commando members included Hethithil.

But this team, which was full of the coalition's ardent expectations, failed to return.

The demons built a tower just to make a look. They portrayed a magic array of equal laws underground in advance, and their function was to limit all other laws within the effective range. In this way, if Hethir, who entered the demon ambush circle, could not cast the laws, at most, be equivalent to a forbidden spell mage at the level of a great sage...

Even if you are a saint, you will be consumed sooner or later. Uncle Uther was killed by cannon fodder by cannon fodder, and Hethtier was no exception.

Then, the demons no longer had any obstacles.

Faced with a large number of monsters that were almost full of vision, the coalition forces had to give up the continent. They used ships to transport civilians, burned the city, and called this land filled with blood of all races a land of despair.

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The surviving dwarves, old, young, women and children were taken in by several dwarve tribes on the East and West Continents. After the fall of the country, only loose alliances remained between the dwarve tribes. Although they could not annex each other by force, they could no longer reappear their former glory.

The young Mole led a tribe that had been passed down for thousands of years.

In the dark light emitted by the bright torches and underground plants, Mole, whose hair was standing upside down on his face, looked extremely ferocious. With a roar, the sledgehammer in his hand hit the head of a low-level monster with long fangs and sharp claws. Suddenly, the unlucky monster lay on the hard ground before he could wail. As for its scary appearance, the thing was no longer formed.

Around Moller, a large number of dwarf warriors were waving their weapons to fight monsters that were far more than they were. Fortunately, the battle was a stone bridge, and the monsters could not surround them by circle, so they could only break through head-on. However, it is not easy to break through the dwarf warriors' front line, especially when the dwarfs had a priest behind them.

This is a large platform similar to an isolated island, surrounded by bottomless underground faults, and the only way to connect with the outside world is the stone bridge. The dwarves are currently guarding the dead, or being besieged on it. The other end of the stone bridge is connected to the underground world, and there are now all kinds of ugly and ferocious low-level monsters.

The dwarves fought fiercely with them on the stone bridge.

A roar like thunder suddenly sounded on this noisy battlefield, and a tall and thick evil demon appeared on the other end of the stone bridge with a huge wooden mace. Although there was a word missing, it had no similarity to the movement experience of a large group of players in a certain game. This guy had a hard cuticle layer on the surface, which was difficult to damage ordinary weapons, and his body was extremely strong and powerful, and he could even collide with human heavy cavalry without falling.

The inferior demon can be said to be the leader-level monster among the low-level monsters.

Several dwarf warriors stepped forward and tried to stop it, but the guards of the Iron Fortress, who were not much taller than the protagonist of this book, obviously could only reach the other party's calves instead of the vital points - so how did those huge monsters get hatred by the much smaller mts compared to their height? Could it be that they stepped on their toes - they flew backwards under the big stick waving by the evil demons for just one encounter.

Seeing this, Mole's eyes were so bitter that he roared wildly, and a bright red level five-level fighting spirit suddenly burst out from his body. He stepped heavily on the stone floor, and roared away like a shattering sound of the stone slabs aimed at the inferior demon arrows. But the inferior demon was not made of mud. It waved the mace down with a strange roar, and just hit Mole's fiery red figure.

The mace was broken in the violent sound and fragments all over the sky. How could Mole, who was only one step away from the level 6 saint and was able to activate the fighting spirit with all his might? The evil demon flew out like a high-speed train and fell into a large group of low-level monsters behind and turned them into gourds all over the ground, and hung on the spot.

The monster group riots, and then retreated amid the roar of the dwarfs celebrating victory.

The dwarves gained valuable rest opportunities.

Moller sat down at the bridge head tiredly and asked to an old pastor who walked beside him, "Master, how much time do we have?"

"For food and water, the huge underground spore plants on the platform can help us solve it. As long as the distribution is reasonable enough for our entire clan to eat for a year. But the problem is that the ore reserves are insufficient. In order to get rid of those monsters, we threw away the baggage and moved forward lightly, so most of the equipment is not complete now. Clan leader, I estimate that our soldiers will not be able to repair the weapons and armor damaged in the battle in three months."

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

"That's impossible. There are only stones, soil and spore plants here, and nothing else."

Moller sighed: "Now I can only wait for news from Randall and Nester. I hope they can break through to the surface, tell the humans about the situation here, and then send troops to support us. I am sure that humans will not ignore the occurrence of demon portals underground. By the way, why was the demon portal discovered by us dwarves this time?"

"Maybe this is God's will." The old pastor clasped his palms together, "But, patriarch. Are you sure those two men can pass through the Gestrick mine and reach the surface?"

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

"No, I mean they grew up in the underground world and didn't know the way to the surface."

"Oh, don't worry, I've handed over the map to them."

The expression on the old pastor's face suddenly became very wonderful. He took out a roll of parchment from his arms and said, "This is what I discovered when I ordered people to clean up their room this morning..."

Looking at the roll of parchment depicting the direction and route of the surface in detail, Mole's beard kept shaking, and his whole body was so entangled that it was so entangled.
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