Chapter 67 Warhammer

Tosta restrained his joy and said solemnly: "We have indeed found traces of the dwarves, but... the dwarves entered seven different ancient realms after they hid from the world, but the ethnic conflicts between them are still not resolved.

For thousands of years, the internal strife of the dwarves has not stopped. We have found the seven ancient realms where the dwarves hid, and there are no traces of dwarves in six of them. According to the news from the local natives, the dwarves had disappeared in those six ancient realms a hundred years ago because of internal strife."

Fuck, they have been fighting for tens of millions of years just because of a sentence "What are you looking at"? In the end, they were directly exterminated! The dwarves are really a bunch of idiots, no, idiots can't even describe them, they are really stubborn, a bunch of brainless iron-headed kids! !

"What about the last ancient world?"

Tosta shook his head helplessly: "The situation is not optimistic. I heard that there seems to be only one group of dwarves left, but when we went there, we found that they seemed to have just experienced a war and many people died. We only saw more than 30 dwarf graves and no living dwarves. But someone buried those dwarves, which proves that there are still people alive, but I don't know how many of them are alive.

After that, I used magic to find traces and crystal reappearance to check the entrance and exit of the ancient world. I vaguely saw someone leaving the ancient world and entering the real world, and they just left not long ago, and they left no more than three days ago..."

"Oh my god, this is so dramatic!"

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Time goes back three days, the ancient world 'Danvar'.

In the underground crater of Danvar Peak, there lives a group of irritable dwarves who love strong liquor and forging.

"Iron Axe, did you drink my wine?" A muscular dwarf who was only 1.2 meters tall shouted angrily at another dwarf named Iron Axe.

Iron Axe was an old dwarf who had experienced many battles. His naked upper body was covered with various hideous scars. He was not a good person at first glance: "Get out, Heavy Sword, it was obviously you who drank it before forging. I saw you drink it all in one breath!"

The muscular dwarf Heavy Sword was relentless: "Humph! It was obviously you who drank it! I clearly left half a pot just now! Bastard, you must compensate me for your wine, or I will beat you!"

The two dwarves were at loggerheads and were about to fight. At this time, a dwarf who didn't fit in walked by.

This dwarf looked different from the other dwarves. Judging from his age, he should be a young man, but he was shorter and thinner. He looked like he was malnourished for a long time.

His skin was dark, darker than the other dwarves. If he was thrown into a pile of coal, he would not be able to be seen. He looked dull and stupid, and he was not very smart.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, the dark and thin dwarf hurried forward to stop them: "Don't... don't, don't fight... fight!"

The dark and thin dwarf had a problem. He stuttered when he was anxious. As he was talking, the other two dwarves were already fighting.

The dark and thin dwarf was even more anxious, but he didn't dare to step forward to stop the fight. He knew his own weight. If he went to stop the fight with his small body, he would probably be knocked down by a punch from the two muscular dwarves, and he might be beaten to death directly.

The two muscular dwarves wrestled and rolled, smashing many bottles and jars. Even the weapon rack next to the forging table was knocked over by the two. The fight between the two almost injured the thin dwarf.

At the critical moment, the dwarf Iron Axe pushed the dark and thin dwarf away and shouted angrily: "Warhammer, stay away! It has nothing to do with you..."

As he said that, Iron Axe picked up a blacksmith hammer from the ground and smashed it at the heavy sword. The dwarf heavy sword was not to be outdone, and also picked up the axe that fell on the ground and rushed forward desperately.

The two had red eyes, burning with anger, and were in a state of madness that would not stop until they died.

The short and thin Warhammer shouted something anxiously, but because of stuttering, he could hardly say a complete sentence.

In the end, the battle between the two became white-hot. Iron Axe picked up the blacksmith heavy hammer and threw it directly, heading straight for the heavy sword's face.

The heavy sword wanted to raise the axe to block, but he was half a beat slower and was hit in the face by the blacksmith hammer. The whole person instantly fell into a short state of dizziness, and his eyes were confused.

The dwarves have amazing physique. If other people's brains were hit by the blacksmith hammer, they would be like a watermelon, and the brains would be beaten out.

However, Iron Axe was already blood-thirsty at this time, and the madness and bloodthirstiness in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Although the heavy sword had fallen into a dizzy state, Iron Axe still refused to give in, without a trace of stopping.

The next second, Iron Axe rushed forward and picked up the blacksmith hammer that had fallen to the ground, pressed the heavy sword to the ground, rode on the heavy sword, and hit the heavy sword's head with the heavy hammer in his hand again and again, and it seemed that he was going to hammer it to death.

Sure enough, it didn't take a moment for red and white intertwined things to splash out, and the fishy smell filled the side of the blacksmith's table. Looking at the heavy sword, it was already dead. It was not until this time that Iron Axe came back to his senses from his rage. Looking at the heavy sword that was smashed to death by him, he was also panicked for a while.

The hammer came to Iron Axe and muttered: "Uncle Iron...Uncle Iron Axe, what...what should I do?"

"Hey! Danval Peak is getting closer and closer to the dark side, and our mad blood is getting worse and worse. I can't control it at all..." Iron Axe sighed, his eyes full of sadness and fear, and continued: "Warhammer, they all say that you are born stupid and have no enlightenment, but in my opinion, it may be because you are not enlightened that you can offset the influence of the dark side. You are the only guy in the village who does not have mad blood. If you have a chance, listen to my uncle! You must leave Danval! You should leave quickly and go home, otherwise your grandma will be worried."

"Oh, but...but, uncle...you?" Warhammer nodded and asked as if he understood.

"It's okay, your uncle Iron Axe has experienced many battles, and nothing will happen! Go back quickly, today's matter has nothing to do with you." Iron Axe kicked Warhammer on the buttocks, and Warhammer rubbed his buttocks in pain and walked away mumbling.

Warhammer is not very old, only fifteen years old. He is the youngest generation in the entire Danval, but Warhammer is the only one in his generation.

There are not many dwarves left in the ancient world of Danvar. In the past, the tribe could reproduce, but for some reason, the dwarves of Danvar lost their ability to reproduce overnight twenty years ago. In the past twenty years, only Warhammer's mother gave birth to Warhammer fifteen years ago.

When Warhammer was young, it was not obvious. When he grew up, everyone found that Warhammer's reaction was obviously slower than that of ordinary dwarves, and he was thinner and darker. He didn't look like a dwarf at all.

As for Warhammer's father, no one knew who he was. Even Warhammer's mother did not reveal any information about him until she died.