"Dong——"

The giant tauren, who looked like a flaming war god, stepped on the ground. The ground suddenly trembled and cracked, and flames seeped out from the cracks. It was indescribably powerful and terrifying.

Thousands of dwarf warriors were frightened by his sky-swallowing aura and were stunned for a moment.

With its pupils that seemed to be burning with flames, it passed over the thousands of dwarves in front of it one by one, but the fire revealed an ice-like indifference, as if these thousands of powerful dwarf warriors, thousands of terrifying huge iron weapons

Hammer is not taken seriously by him at all.

Then, he spoke slowly with an extremely calm voice.

"Where is Muradin? Where is he?"

The whole audience was suddenly shocked.

Being able to speak and having such strong emotional fluctuations means that the powerful enemy in front of him is not a projection. Moreover, he actually said the name of the dwarf king when he opened his mouth. Who is he and what is his relationship with Muradin?

"Where's Muradin? Let him come out. Could it be that he doesn't dare to see me?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, the tauren turned up the volume, and the sound was like a loud bell. Even the eardrums were shocked and hurt. I think even the dwarf king's city could hear it clearly.

"I am coming--"

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud voice came from the Dwarf King's City. Everyone couldn't help but look back and saw a black spot appearing on the Dwarf King's City, and then jumped down from above with a whooshing sound.

Damn it, what's that? Just jump down like that, it's thousands of meters in the air!

In my dull eyes, the figure of the Dwarf King Muradin drooped straight down. When his appearance became clear, everyone couldn't help but faint again.

This guy actually wore a suit of shining golden armor, armed to the teeth. He wore a fiery red cloak behind him, and the cloak blew up in the cold, making him look like a heroic God of War... er, a winter melon God of War.

Does he want to take full advantage of the acceleration of gravity?

In the eyes of us watching, Muradin was like a subway lump that fell from thousands of meters above. With a "boom" sound, it made a huge crater on the ground, filling the air with smoke and dust. The way he made his entrance was so grand that it was not inferior to him at all.

That tauren.

After the smoke and dust cleared, what we expected to see was the Dwarf King Muradin wearing golden armor, holding his sword and lowering his head, half-kneeling in the pit. Then he stood up slowly, raised his head, and his whole body exuded the majestic aura of thousands of golden lights.

did not appear.

What appears in our eyes is a big pit, and a "big"-shaped depression in the center of the big pit.

Tick ​​tick tick——

Several minutes passed in everyone's silence, but there was still no movement in the pit. At this time, the dwarf seemed to wake up, and the third elder shouted loudly.

"Quick, quick. The old dwarf is stuck in a pit and can't get out. Dig him out quickly."

So, several dwarves put down their sledgehammers, hurriedly jumped into the pit, dug for a while, and finally dug out the disgraced Muradin.

It's embarrassing, so embarrassing, even I, an outsider, feel ashamed. This is a classic example of a counterattack that fails to show off its power.

"Bah, bah, bah, couldn't you guys come and help me earlier?"

Muradin, the shameless old melon, pushed the dwarf warrior away while cursing and spitting out the muddy smell in his mouth. It was like the evil person complained first. He wanted to show off his power and ended up like this. Who could he blame?

From the beginning to the end, the tauren's pupils were burning like two balls of flame, but his eyes were extremely cold. He watched the farce quietly, and when Muradin got up, he finally spoke.

"You are still the same, you haven't changed at all, Muradin."

Hearing the words of the tauren, his pupils seemed to suddenly freeze. Muradin also raised his head and looked at the tauren, his eyes were indifferent, showing no emotion or anger.

"But you have changed a lot, haven't you? Aenaris!" His words were very plain, as if they were spoken directly without emotion.

They are actually two old acquaintances?

The more than a thousand dwarf warriors present were a little confused. They looked at Muradin and then at the tauren whom Muradin called Aenaris. They looked at a loss.

Behind me, my arm was lightly patted. When I looked back, I found that at some point, the Great Elder and the others also came down from the Dwarf King's City, but the Dwarf King's City began to retreat slowly, apparently wanting to go back.

"Aren't you going to stay just in case?"

I pointed at the dwarf royal city that was quietly disappearing, and then glanced at Aenaris. He was clearly a super strong man from hell. He left the dwarf royal city behind, which gave him a lot of confidence.

The great elder shook his head: "The energy consumed by moving the dwarf royal city is huge, and the energy required by the dwarf energy cannon is even greater. Now it is no better than in the God's Punishment Mountains, where there are thunder and lightning to replenish energy at any time, so although there is still enough energy now, we can't

The calculation is too tough, if there is even the slightest difference, the entire dwarf royal city will be over."

When I heard this, I thought it was the same. If the Dwarf King City was about to return to the mountains, its energy suddenly disappeared, and then it fell completely and rolled down the God's Punishment Mountains, then...

It's a chilling thing to think about.

No wonder the dwarves didn't take out the Dwarf King's City for reconnaissance early in the morning. It turns out that this is the reason. It seems that the King's City is not without its flaws. It relies too much on the thunder and lightning energy on the God's Punishment Mountains and is not capable of long-distance and long-term battles.

Watching the dwarf royal city leave, I turned around, took another look at Muradin and the flaming tauren Aenaris, who were still talking to each other, and asked the great elder.

"What's going on with these two people? They look so familiar?"

The great elder stared at both sides closely, sighed, and murmured to himself.

"Inaris? I didn't expect it to be him, the one who controlled this battle? This is also..." As he said this, he shook his head in disbelief.

"What on earth is going on?" I asked persistently.

"More than a hundred years ago, Muradin had not yet inherited the throne, and Tualatin had not been born. At that time, Muradin was just like Tualatin now, young and frivolous, and liked to run around. At that time, he met Aina

Reese is also a talented blacksmith. The two of them have been wandering around the continent together for many years. Aenaris has also been invited to the Dwarf King City several times, so I still have some impressions of him..."

Having said this, the great elder looked at Aenaris blankly.

"He is indeed an outstanding blacksmith with extraordinary talents. Even compared with Muradin, he can't lose much."

Is the genius even slightly inferior to Muradin...

"Later, Muradin's father, the old dwarf king, passed away, and Muradin came back to inherit the throne. From then on, I never saw Aenaris again. I didn't expect him to show up here. I didn't expect him..." The Great Elder

He kept shaking his head in regret.

So that's it. It seems that there is something inside. I turned my attention to the two of them again. At this time, Muradin and Aenaris seemed to have ended their indifferent conversation about reminiscing about the past, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

.

"Anarres, why did you fall and join hell? Have you forgotten the glory bestowed upon you by your ancestors?" Muradin said in a calm voice. It could be heard that he was trying very hard to control the anger in his heart.

"Glory, hahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Enares repeated these two words, his flame pupils fluctuated, and he suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so wildly...

"Muradin, my old friend. It seems that you have forgotten what we said when we traveled to the mainland together."

At the beginning, Muradin and Anarres were both master blacksmiths with unparalleled talents. The two shared a common language and competed with each other. Their goal was to sprint towards the pinnacle of blacksmiths - the Artifact Craftsman, and use their talents to

Say, this is not a dream.

For that lifelong goal, even if it means giving up life——

"Muradin, you have forgotten the promise you made back then. Look at what you look like now. Are you still the high-spirited dwarf genius you were back then? You short winter melon!!"

Ahem, although I hate Aenares's arrogant tone, I have to say that the last sentence is a stroke of genius.

"Humph, what about you? How much better are you? The one who used the lowest-grade materials to create super powerful weapons shocked the entire blacksmith world, but now you sold your soul to the devil and became a lackey. How much better than me?

go?"

Muradin grumbled and returned, unwilling to be outdone. He seemed to be very concerned about the short winter melon.

"Haha——!! You are right, I did sell my soul!" Aenaris patted his chest vigorously, and then pointed straight at Muradin.

"But, even so, I still keep moving towards the dream I had back then. Now, I am already a dark gold blacksmith, but you have nothing. You betrayed the promise you made back then and wasted your talents. It is better to sell out to the devil than to sell out to the devil."

My soul, you are more like a wretch!!"

"It seems that we no longer have a common language." Muradin's face was cold, and his whole body exuded a powerful aura that shocked me.

"Those pasts are long gone, so there's no point in talking about them. Whether you sold your soul to the devil or not has nothing to do with me. Now I just want to ask you why you ordered monsters to invade our dwarf clan."

"You still don't understand, you still don't understand anything until now!!" Aenaris kept shaking his head, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his face suddenly became twisted and ferocious.

"Why, why am I the same genius, but I have to always succumb to you? I have obviously put in so much effort, but I am still not as good as you. When you are here enjoying your high throne, I keep working hard.

, the sweat left behind can extinguish the fire in the core of the earth, but the harder I work, the angrier I become. Why, I have worked so hard, but I am still not as good as you who eat, drink and play all day long. Isn’t this unfair? You

I have no idea how much I hate your existence. In order to gain powerful power, I sold my soul to hell. I kept swinging my hammer in hell. I believe that I have already surpassed you.

, but I hate you even more for not working hard..."

At the same time, Anarres also erupted with extremely tyrannical power. Such a powerful momentum made it difficult for ordinary dwarf warriors to stand firm.

"Jealousy, arrogance, greed, anger, laziness..." the great elder murmured. After listening carefully, it turned out to be the seven deadly sins.

"So that's it, I understand."

Muradin sighed deeply, and his eyes that were trying to remain calm finally couldn't hide the sadness. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

"All dwarf warriors, listen to my order. Leave all of them." After a pause, his tone became solemn and full of coercion.

"This is an order!!"

The thousands of dwarf warriors around felt a chill all over their bodies. The unprecedented majesty emanating from Muradin made their footsteps slowly move back involuntarily.

"This is a battle between the two of them, let's go." The great elder looked at the two confronting each other and took the lead in striding back.

The most prestigious elder set an example. The other dwarf warriors followed him silently, but they walked backwards, still staring closely at the two men who exuded a powerful momentum, and did not stop until they were several kilometers away.
To be continued...