.

Looking from a distance, the yellow sand and dust rolled up by the momentum of the two people formed two huge cyclones, which were constantly rubbing and pushing. The confrontation in momentum alone was so terrifying.

At this time, Muradin took out his favorite weapon, a giant golden hammer, and waved his hand lightly, rolling up a huge tornado. His whole body was also covered with golden light, and his momentum became stronger and stronger.

"Ouch——"

Not to be outdone, Enares also raised the hammer head as thick as his thigh high, with a dark gold color faintly flowing on it.

"Did you see it? Muradin. This is the gap between you and me." Anarres pointed the dark gold hammer at Muradin's golden hammer and said extremely arrogantly.

"You'll have to try it before you know."

Drinking loudly, Muradin held up a giant hammer that was twice as big as himself. His body rushed like a cannonball, and the hammer swept towards Anarres. With that indomitable power, the fierce whine in the air seemed to

In front of him was a hill, which was about to be shattered by this hammer.

The beautiful friendship between the two master blacksmiths was finally shattered when the hammer fell.

"Ding--"

Aenaris raised his hammer to meet him, and the two hammers collided, producing a sharp metal clang that made the dwarf warriors standing thousands of meters away couldn't help but cover their ears.

The two hammer heads were pushed together, and the two huge forces clashed until they came together. The ground cracked. Unable to bear the strength of the two people any longer, a huge circular pit opened up.

The hammer suddenly separated, and two figures flashed. The golden giant hammer and the dark gold hammer collided again and again. The harsh metal collision sound was like a sonic attack, which made us dare not cover our hands at all.

Relax your ears and hands.

"Ding-ding-ding-"

I don't know how many rounds the confrontation lasted. Everyone looked at the two figures constantly intertwining on the battlefield, not daring to take a breath. As the loudest collision sounded, the two figures suddenly separated.

"Huh-huh-"

Muradin held the handle of the hammer, leaned the hammer head gently on the ground, panted slightly, and locked Aenaris with a solemn expression.

However, Enares still lowered his hands and gently grasped its dark gold hammer. His face was not red or breathless, and not a drop of sweat was shed on his body.

He looked at Muradin with mocking eyes and kept shaking his head: "Muradin, you are old, really old. Even you who were more than a hundred years ago were stronger than you are now."

"Really? Then I'll let you take a good look." Muradin grinned and showed an ugly smile, and blazing flames suddenly burst out from the giant hammer.

The giant flaming hammer that pierced the sky jumped up high as he jumped, then fell straight down from the top of Anarres' head, unstoppable.

"Ding--"

In Muradin's disbelieving eyes, Anarres did not swing the hammer in his right hand, but tightened his muscular left arm and punched the flaming hammer that Muradin had smashed down with his bare hands.

The huge hammer had a cool color of hard metal. Compared with the tiny arm and flesh-and-blood fist in front of him, the contrast was so obvious. Aenaris's actions were like hitting an egg with a stone. It can be imagined.

The sight of his arm being bent and broken at the base.

Then, the result was astonishing to everyone. The giant hammer and the fist collided, and there was a loud dull sound. Not only was Anarres' fist unharmed, but Muradin's giant hammer was bounced away, and Muradin followed suit.

Flying high.

Everyone stared blankly at Anarres's left fist, which was still raised high. They were thinking, maybe this fist is made of metal.

"After becoming a lackey of hell, you really have two hands."

Muradin, who did some somersaults in the air and landed firmly on the ground, pretended to be calm and said, but the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

"Thank you. After becoming the dwarf king, your tongue has become even more powerful."

Enares shook his left fist and said nonchalantly, still with a sarcastic smile that made people angry.

Muradin's eyes narrowed, and he swooped over again. The hammer in his hand suddenly turned into countless hammer shadows, densely covering Aenaris's body from top to bottom. From his perspective, except for the giant hammer, he could no longer see anything.

What happened?

"Dong-dong-dong-"

Enaris's expression did not change at all. He raised his left hand, fist, arm, and elbow, and moved it continuously. Facing Munaradin's hammer shadow in the sky, the sound of collisions of metal and flesh and bones continued to be heard in the air.

"Ahhhh——"

Within a few seconds, he swung out hundreds of hammer shadows. However, Anarres caught them all. Muradin showed no signs of discouragement. He pulled hard with both hands, raised the hammer body to the back of his head, and looked up at the sky.

The body of the highland hammer has a vague cold evil aura that makes people shiver.

Final blow!!

Following Muradin's roar, the hammer in the air suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Aenaris, who originally had a relaxed face below, also looked serious for the first time. He reacted the moment the hammer disappeared and crouched down.

, roared angrily, and slammed the hammer in his right hand upwards.

At the critical moment, the giant hammer that had just disappeared from Muradin's head met with the subway hammer that Anarres had just raised, making the most explosive impact sound so far. The ground where Anarres was standing suddenly dented,

Aenaris and his entire body were thrown into a deep pit. This shows how powerful and domineering this blow was.

However, even so, this blow was still blocked by Anarres. In the giant pit, Anarres squatted half-crouched, raised the dark gold hammer high, and suddenly swung it with force, throwing away Muradin's giant hammer stuck to it.

Flying, Muradin also fell out again.

"Yes, I have two hands. It seems that I still underestimated you." Aenaris rubbed his right arm that was still shaking slightly and shook it slightly, his expression still evil and ferocious.

"However, it's my turn to fight back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Anarres had disappeared on the spot, and the next moment he appeared behind Muradin, raised the hammer and hit him hard on the head.

Muradin did not react slowly and did not turn back. He listened to the wind and raised the giant hammer to block Anarres's condescending hammer. However, the huge force still made him stagger forward uncontrollably.

He took a step forward and turned around to face Anarres. At this time, Anarres's hammer had fallen again.

"Qiang——"

The iron hammer collided with the giant hammer, and Muradin took a few steps back.

"Qiang-Qiang-Qiang-"

Enares was unyielding and struck one after another with the hammer. Although he used normal attacks, every blow made Muradin take a few steps back, leaving a series of deep holes under his feet.

's footprints.

Anarres's hammer fell faster and faster, like a heavy rainstorm, and the clanging sound of metal clashed into a continuous high-pitched sound. Muradin's figure was shrouded in the overwhelming shadow of the hammer and kept retreating.

He was standing, barely protecting himself with the giant hammer, his arms were shaking slightly, and sweat was already appearing on his forehead.

"You don't understand, you don't understand at all!"

While waving his fists, Aenaris roared loudly as if to vent his anger, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger. His voice was still clear even amid the continuous clanging of metal.

"The moment I learned that you abandoned the hammer in your hand and returned to the Dwarf King's City, I felt like you were betraying me, betraying our oath, and trampling on all my hard work and dedication. How could you be a mere dwarf?

Is the position of king really that important? Important enough to abandon one's dreams and companions?

What you are most sorry for is not me, nor the promises we made, but yourself. You failed to live up to your dreams, talents and gifts, and threw them into the stinking ditch. Do you hear me? They are still with you.

I'm wailing in my heart. I'm angry and roaring. You have the talent of a blacksmith, but you don't have the soul of a blacksmith! Your hand is not qualified to hold a hammer at all, it will be stained by you.

The more I think about it, the angrier I feel, why, why would God give people like you such talents and talents? Why, after all my efforts, can I only chase after your back? Why are you like this?

, but I still have to give up my hammer. Whenever I hammer in the furnace of the abyss of hell, I think so, and get so angry. I accumulate my anger bit by bit into the hammer, and roar my anger.

The soul is integrated into the hammer, day after day, year after year, and then. Use this hammer...!!"

As he spoke, Aenaris raised the dark gold hammer high, clenched it with both hands, and brought the simplest and fastest straight line, tempered by countless strikes, down towards Muradin's head.

"Crush you!!!"

"boom--"

It was as if a 100,000-kilogram iron ball fell, and the earth shook violently, which could be clearly felt thousands of meters away.

"Old Mu!!!"

The dwarf warriors screamed in horror. Although Muradin is stingy, petty, and likes to take advantage, he also has a bad temper. But it is undeniable that he works hard for the entire dwarf clan.

, has an irreplaceable position in everyone's mind.

At this time, the Great Elder and others stretched out their hands to stop the dwarf warriors who were about to pounce on them, and shook their heads.

"Don't worry, Lao Mu is fine. We have to believe in him."

Looking directly at the elders with firm eyes, the dwarf warrior's mood gradually calmed down, and he doubtfully commented on the deep crater that had been made.

When the dust settled, Muradin's stubby thighs and legs were kneeling on the ground. One hand was supporting the ground, and the other hand was holding up the subway hammer. His body was trembling slightly. The muscles above his head and arms were cracking like mud walls.

Even the armor was full of cracks, his beard and hair were messy, and no longer had the luster they had before. Red blood was flowing from the top of his head, dyeing the damaged armor red, just like a bloody warrior who fell in the sunset.

Desolate, sad.

With a strong push of his arms, he finally stood up unsteadily from the ground. His short body stood upright in front of Anarres, looking directly at him with sharp and sad eyes, and his aura did not lose at all.

"No matter how many faults I have, if anything happens, you just come to me. Aenaris, you shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't trample on the lives of other dwarves. Only on this point, I will absolutely

I won’t forgive you.”

Muradin's messy beard was trembling, and the words coming out of it were as cold as the snow blowing in December.

A flash of pain flashed across Anarres's eyes, and he suddenly held his head, as if resisting something. But in a moment, his eyes returned to fiery red, and his face became more ferocious.

"Hahaha - so what? I just want you to taste the pain and blow I suffered that day, and give it back to you a thousand times, ten thousand times. I want you to see with your own eyes that you would rather abandon it
To be continued...