Chapter 204: A day of tragedy in Enqibu

Following Baronco, who was riding a goat, followed Verak's instructions and bypassed a mountain, everyone saw the dwarf's settlement.

It was a valley dug out by hand. According to the dwarf's living habits, it should have been a mine on a hillside.

There are many caves and windows densely carved on the mine, decorated with patterns of hammers, anvils and flames. The stones can no longer be seen in their original colors and have long been smoked black, because flames and smoke appear in almost every window from time to time.

Between those portals and windows, there are bridges made of wood and stone. The bridges cross the entire canyon and form dense transportation routes according to the mountain.

Outside the entrance of the canyon, a huge dwarf statue stood, holding a quaint sledgehammer in both hands, as if trying to create something. His face was rough and quaint, and his eyes were calmly looking ahead.

"The ancestor of our clan is Vitt Taruk, one of the seven great wise kings. He is the ancestor of our Taruk clan and the ancestor of our mountain dwarves." Verak introduced the situation of his clan.

The seven clans left by the seven wise kings of the dwarves were eventually divided, and each clan had been divided several times. No one can tell how many clans there are now. Some dwarves have been spoiled by other dwarves, and they have given up the belief and spirit of the dwarves and become evil and depraved creatures. The gray dwarves are representatives of them. The seven clans of the dwarves each have different living habits. The mountain dwarves are dwarves clans living in the mountains, mainly the Taruk clans. They live on the mountains on the plateau, like a slightly cold environment, live on cliffs, and also like to hollow out mountains and build cities from the center of the mountain range. However, they do not like places with too low terrain, so they are not considered underground creatures.

The clan king of the mountain dwarf is called the King of the Hill. In the combat form, he can borrow the power of the previous king and transform into a giant, with infinite combat power.

The King of Hills is the legendary holy king, and it will only appear when the clan encounters a crisis. They are all kings blessed by Moradin. The current Taruk clan does not have the King of Hills. Among their clans, the most powerful ones are the Hill Warriors. The seven major dwarves each have their own strengths. The dwarves of the Taruk clan are naturally brave and good at fighting, and are the best warriors. There are many dwarves in more than 20 levels in history. Although the dwarves are very low-key, their power is very powerful in various races.

However, most hill warriors are guarded around the holy land and rarely appear in normal times. The more famous conventional arms of dwarves include goat knights, white bear knights, dwarf shield guards, dwarf shield cavalry, and dwarf plunderers. Among them, dwarf plunderers are professions that combine dwarf shield guards and dwarf attackers. Offensive and defense balance is the basic profession of advanced hill warriors. Verak is a dwarf plunderer, and this profession is also a specialized army of the Taruk clan.

Compared with humans, the dwarves' living environment is relatively harsh. All adult dwarves are outstanding warriors. Almost every one of them has been on the battlefield. At the same time, almost all dwarves are the best miners and forging masters. Their world is supported by battles, minerals, and hammers.

However, compared to humans, their food is much scarce. Because of this, many dwarves choose to leave their clans and go to the human world to be adventurers, earn money to support their families, and reduce the clan’s food consumption after they become adults.

Even so, the dwarves are still jealous of many predators, because there are many more difficult races than the dwarves.

"Moladin is on!" When a corner of the hammer in the statue's hand appeared in sight, Verak stood up, reached out to his chest and exclaimed.

The lower half of the statue of Moradin was bathed in the blazing flames, and the beating flames burned the gray-white rocks, completely submerging the seven statues of the dwarf ancestors of the statue of Moradin.

A faint explosion came from the valley, and several figures flew in the sky, and gorgeous magic flashed through the sky, scattered everywhere in the dwarf gathering place.

The thick smoke I just saw was not just the dwarf forging furnaces. The flames were beating on the wooden pier, and the dwarfs were desperately trying to put out the fire.

"That's...Zhuer!" Shute raised his fist: "Be ready for battle!"

The battle seemed to have come to an end. The battle between three mages flying in the air and four dwarf warriors had basically ended. The armor on the dwarf warriors had been burned a little red by the scorching flames, but judging from their expressions, it was obvious that they did not feel too hot.

They stood in the scorching flames and looked up at the mage flying in the sky, which felt a sense of eagerness to try.

There is no doubt that the Zhuoer, who seemed to have the initiative, was actually the suppressed party at this time.

In addition to the seven people confronting each other, the scattered battles continued inside and outside the canyon. People wearing different armors fought together. On the well-equipped side were people from the Taruk clan, while those wearing unclothed ragged armor were a group of dog-headed men.

The battle between these people was like the background on the mural, with only a few outlines that could not attract Yao Yan's gaze at all. His eyes just glanced and fell on both sides of the confrontation.

"You despicable niggers, get out for me!" A dwarf warrior in front took off the double-horned helmet from his head and threw it on the ground. His hair trembled in the flames, like a fire god. He waved a battle axe that was even larger than his body, and shouted at the Zoer Mage in the sky.

The three drows who were insulted as niggers were all men, their iconic silver-white hair fluttering in the air, like burning pale flames. Their thin lips were pursed together without saying much, and not all drows were as much talk as Adin Lick, and in fact, they rarely spoke except when chanting spells.

Two of the Zhe wizards were wearing traditional black dark gold-edged robes. Yao Yan had seen this robe many times. Last time, the Zhe wizards who opened the war sky at the edge of the Liyuan wilderness were such mages.

However, one of them was full of bright silver clothes. In the dark area, bright silver means easier to be discovered by the enemy and also represents the dignity of status. This is a Drow Silver Mage, the highest-ranking existence among male elves.

At this time, the silver robe on the silver robe was a little damaged, and one arm was even more curvy, which seriously affected his spell casting and was also the reason why the three of them had to retreat.

Next to Master Silver, there was an ugly monster flying. The monster bird was spliced ​​together by skeletons. It was a marrow-eating bird that was a dead creature, which also showed the identity of Master Silver. He was a necromancer.

Compared with the undead mages on the ground, this profession is much more common in the underground because the underground resources are too barren. In contrast, the corpses of various creatures are everywhere.

The two black-robed mages behind Master Silver turned their attention to Master Silver at this time. Obviously, they hoped that Master Silver would order a retreat. The mages were not professions that like to take risks. When they were at a disadvantage, they would rather leave directly, and then prepare for a comeback.

The corners of Master Silver's mouth twitched slightly, as if he had given some order. The three of them slowly retreated in the air.

At this moment, the airships appeared in the sky attracted their attention.

After looking at this side, the silver mage in front was stunned for a moment. Seeing the sign on the airship, his dark face showed a look of confusion.

Just as he was distracted, the dwarf warrior of the Sheep Horn Helmet suddenly swung out the huge battle axe in his hand, and a blazing golden light rose into the sky, shooting straight into the three mages in the sky.

"Come on, the mountain breaking axe!" Verak screamed excitedly.

"Huh?" Yao Yan was quite surprised. This move was similar to the knight's thrust, and the sword energy of the swordsman, but its power was much greater than these long-range skills that could only be considered harassment for people of the same level. Although the golden axe-shaped light and shadow were a shadow, it looked very solid, just like there was a real entity.

"Bang!" A black mist filled the body of the Silver Mage, and gray lights lit up from his robe, and then they intertwined into a shield outside his body. But the next second, one of his arms flew out and disappeared in the air.

"What a great mountain breaking axe!" Nester waved his fist.

It is absolutely a great thing for the warrior to be able to cut off the arm of a level 13 and 4 mage with one blow, but things are not as smooth as everyone imagined. In fact, the arm was given up by Master Silver himself. For the mages, all parts of the body are not irreplaceable. If the cut off arms, they can completely connect to other people's arms, or simply make an alchemy arm, and even summon a stable elemental arm to replace it.

For necromancers, there is another special meaning in part of their body, that is, sacrifice.

"I use my flesh and blood as a sacrifice to awaken the silent contract, the demon god of flesh and blood, please come..." The obscure language sounded, and the marrow-eating bird flying beside the Silver Mage was shrouded in smoke from his arms and turned into a pitch-black egg. After the Silver Mage finished reciting the spell, it exploded with a bang.

The Silver Mage sacrificed one of his arm and his magic pets, awakened the contract he had signed with a powerful man, and summoned the superior being.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the four dwarf warriors immediately changed.

They raised the giant axe in their hands almost at the same time, and shouted like they were red. They swung four golden lights and shadows at the same time. The four lights and shadows condensed into four giant axes of different shapes, and the silver wizards flying into the sky.

This time Yao Yan saw it clearly. Before they shot out the light and shadow, a simple rune lit up on their axes, and then the rune broke out and turned into an amazingly powerful giant axe.

But this time, the "Breaking Mountain Axe" did not work. The golden light shot over the black mist that exploded, as if a spoonful of salt was thrown into the wastewater, and it was instantly swallowed by the black mist.

The black mist condensed in the air, slowly solidified, and turned into a gorgeous figure.

The gorgeous robe floated in the air, and was inlaid with expensive magic crystals, wrapped in a body like a dry bone. If you take off this robe, it would be just a skeleton that everyone would disdain. Wearing this robe would be a existence that scares everyone.

Lich!

The lich, like a dry bone, had a pair of iconic long ears, which drooped wiltly and looked listless, but it made his dry bone-like face look weird. His distorted face, his mouth slightly cracked, as if he was laughing.

"Lich!" exclaimed one after another. Except for this, the battles in other places were basically over, and many dwarves surrounded them. However, after seeing this lich, the dwarves dispersed in panic. Whether it was humans or dwarves, the lich was definitely the one who could stop the child from crying in the bedside story.

If the dragon is synonymous with violence and destruction, then the lich is synonymous with evil and weirdness. Just the name of Lich can make the enemy escape.

"Everyone goes home immediately..." The four warriors shouted at the same time. Faced with the existence of the lich level, even if they were just a clone, those ordinary dwarves, including themselves, could only be regarded as cannon fodder, but they could not retreat at this time. They must shoulder the responsibility of protecting their tribesmen.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehe..." A strange and unpleasant laughter rang in the sky, "You incompetent little things actually summoned me for a few hill warriors, but...hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

The faces of several dwarves were even more ugly. If there was anything else in this world that could make them afraid, then becoming a test piece of lich is definitely one of them. Lichs will merge their bodies with strange things, allowing them to endure endless pain but cannot die. Even if they die, their souls cannot rest in peace. Even brave and fearless hill warriors will retreat in their hearts when facing this possibility.

"Hehe...Don't worry, I won't let you suffer too much. What a happy thing it is to be able to struggle and moan on my Lord Enqibu Test Bench. I will make you feel very happy, hehehe..."

He waved his hand, and a black mist fell. The originally burning weak flame was pressed down by the cold energy in an instant. The air seemed to condense. The gray frost spread upward along the legs of the four dwarfs. Facing the powerful lich, they had no power to fight back at all. Lichs, like their clan king, the King of Hills, were all legendary existences. They were just a few hills.

"Yeqibu, you dare!" A silence interrupted the silencebu who felt very good. The lich slowly turned around. Just now, Verak, who had just stopped shouting with a silence, hurriedly shrank behind Yao Yan.

After all, I was just a clone, suddenly summoned out, and I didn't notice the surrounding situation at all. I felt good about myself just now, but now I even had the heart to cry. The tears that had been shrinking for countless years suddenly felt a little sour and astringent. He subconsciously wanted to wipe his tears.

The airship floating in the air looked so familiar, and the sign of the magic net horn on it blinded his yellow iron dog eyes.

All of this is terrible than the smile on the face of the boy sitting on the side of the boat, holding his shoulders and watching the show.

As the elder of the Dark Whip, although Enqibu is also a member of Indiz's magic net, he may not have nowhere to go after Indiz's destruction. After he confirmed that Yao Yan ignored his intentions, the tortured poor lich left the Liyuan wilderness overnight and returned to the dark area to comfort his injured young mind. Before responding to the summoning, he thought about it over and over again, thinking that Yao Yan would never appear on the Simos Plateau, and the tasks of these mages are indeed very important, so he appeared.

Who would have thought...

Since I saw Yao Yan, I have started to recite the words myself. When I go back, I must take a shower to get rid of the bad luck...

If it were others, Enqibu would have run away long ago. Even if he couldn't escape, he would only lose a clone at most. Although his strength was damaged, nothing was a problem for the lich with an unlimited lifespan.

But, the other party is Yao Yan...

Enqibu is not as brave as Nester, and dares to break his magic strings. Although Indiz suffered heavy damage and can provide them with little power, it is at least a magic network. If the demon string is really broken, where can I find another magic network? Now Indiz's biggest controller is not the old elf in the frozen heart, but the smiling boy in front of him.

This young man can definitely let him live, let him die, let him live worse than death, let him die!

"Yao... President Yao Yan..." The lich in a gorgeous robe had already shrunk his ears and drooped even lower. He nodded and asked, "He was not at all aware of being a lich. He was like a cooked old shrimp, and his body was almost folded in half. "This... don't be fine, he looks good, this year Gui Geng, and he is healthy..."

"Stop coming!" He interrupted the old lich's incoherent words, Yao Yan squinted his eyes, "There must be no good things where you guy appeared. Why did you come to the Dwarf Valley this time?"

"This...this..." Enqibu was whispering, not daring to say that if Yao Yan asked him privately, he might have poured beans out, but there were too many people here. Even if he could kill the three Zoer masters to silence him, he would not dare to kill the dwarfs to silence him!

"If you say it, just say it, that's so many things." Verak immediately stood up and continued to pretend to be a tiger. Although the other party was a lich, Verak had contacted him in the guild hall in the Liyuan wilderness, and there was no psychological pressure.

"Yes...this...yes..." Enqibu hesitated and winked at Yao Yan. Yao Yan, who was so disgusting that he was so disgusting, said, "Get out of here quickly, I'll get angry when I see you!"

Yao Yan had no good feelings for Enqibu. This guy killed Fast, which made him not only cut off the connection with the demon dragon, but also lost several very useful magic net abilities. Yao Yan had also thought about connecting the demon dragon again, but the demon dragon guy seemed to know that there would definitely be no good results for Yao Yan to connect, and the entire demon dragon demon net was hidden.

"Yes...yes...I'll get out now..." Enqibu felt so sad inside. He was a lich, nearly level 20, and had the combat power of a mage who was more than an average level 20. He was one of the nine giants who were the Dark Whip. He was actually called and drunk.

However, the other party had fought side by side with the Eight-Winged Dragon God and the Demon Dragon, and directly killed a god-level existence. Although the opponent's level 4 druid's small body can be killed with one finger, if it cannot be killed, the one who dies is himself.

"Then...then I'll leave..." Enqibu looked around and looked at the three mages again, and said carefully: "President Yao Yan, then these...those three people..."

"Take them away." Yao Yan waved his hand. It was not easy to keep them. Yao Yan didn't plan to cause trouble.

Haha, Enqibu rolled up three mages and disappeared into the sky with a gust of black wind. The trembling looks of those mages made people feel quite sympathetic. In any case, the mages who summoned Enqibu would probably not have a better life.

On the ground, many dwarves were stunned. Which one did they play? This lich had just been summoned and had not yet started killing, so why did he run away?

And what kind of great gods are these...?

Yao Yan's divine power may have spread throughout the Liyuan wilderness and has also been circulated on the melting plain, but for these relatively closed dwarves, it is definitely a false thing.

"Ka..." The dwarf hill warriors who had just been frozen broke free from the ice shell and sat on the ground one by one, gasping for breath. They thought they were dead just now. This was not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that they were taken to be experimental materials by the lich.

"Uncle Japur, are you okay?" Verak waved his horn helmet and greeted him below.

The person known as Uncle Japur was the hill warrior in the head. He gasped for a few breaths, struggled to stand up, looked up at the sky, glanced at the airship with suspicion, then stopped on Yao Yan, and first said to Yao Yan: "Dear guest, where are you from? How could Vilak be with you?"

For these dwarves who have been fighting against creatures in dark areas for many years, the Lich Enqibu is not an unfamiliar existence. Enqibu's clone is also above level 18. An existence that can scare such existence away is definitely not something that he, a level 14 hill warrior, can neglect.
To be continued...