The king of the grey lion, if no accident, is also the last member of the hern royal family. At the cost of his own soul and other provisions, he has obtained a deep heart and a short-term peace. This is not to say that the devil told the king of the critical situation of the city of molten iron. He did not even mention the news that the maroon of the earth mother had gone underground. It was all seater''s own judgment and decision. When the calm former adventurer heard the news of the fall of molten iron, he had made his best plans. The king who is familiar with Andre knows that dwarves'' defense will not give the enemy an opportunity. The bad news of molten iron city can only prove that the battle has been manipulated by something hiding in a darker place. They may be heretics or forces who are extremely dissatisfied with the existence of Lord hammer. However, regardless of the real identity of those guys, sitter firmly believes that they can''t really defeat fortitude To the stubborn dwarf.


    Given Andre some time, he can clean up the mess. This trust in his companions had been rooted in the king''s heart many years ago, and out of this trust, he knew that what he needed to do was to fight for this time for the dwarves. The devil''s trade has always been full of traps, but it has always been the most timely lifesaver. What''s more, it is not the demons themselves who put forward the deal this time. The name behind them, the broker, Seagate, has never heard of it. Of course, Wang had thought whether the broker was the one behind the scenes that the cheese company was looking for, and he had reason to believe that the accuracy of this guess was more than 70%. But what about that? Even if you know that all this is caused by the broker, and in the face of the collapse of the whole country, what can sitter, his demon slayer, do? The saddest thing about mortals is not that they have limited abilities, but that they know they are limited. When the level of conspiracy exceeds that of power, sword and even magic, surrender is the only way.


    Sitter''s experience was pitiful. He was a good king, just out of time. In contrast, Mu''s situation is the same sad, but it can''t make people feel the same. After all, not everyone has the experience of fanatical worship of evil gods, right?


    The underground corridor of molten iron city is quiet and strange. The silence is in sharp contrast to the roar from the depths of the cave. The dwarf and the elves around him unconsciously clench their weapons. The demon descendant walks beside Andre. His calm eyes can''t see through the darkness because of the lack of magic fire energy. Fortunately, the elves are used to the dense forest at night, and they are more adaptable to the dark environment than humans. But it doesn''t mean that the son of the forest likes the top of the cave that he can reach out of his hand. This kind of depression makes the elves feel very uncomfortable.


    Mlose covered the wound on his left shoulder, which had been treated by Atwood and was tied with thick leaves and vines. The stubborn general refused to be absent because of the injury. Although Lyon''s defeat in the duel made his impression of the lion men better, he could not hide his hatred when his eyes swept the dwarf''s back. Anger, which has lasted a long time, can not be dissipated overnight. The old elves knew this very well, so the green wand always pretended to be drunk and stood between the dwarves and mlose in order to remind the younger generation that the establishment of the covenant meant that they were now on the same line.


    "I can guarantee that even the quietest forest will not be as dead as this." Perhaps to liven up the atmosphere, whispered Atwood. Although the old elf had turned down the volume, the silent space still let everyone hear him.


    "It wasn''t like that when we ran away from here." "You see, traces on the ground are old. As one of the few exits to the ground, it shouldn''t be like this. Even without mentioning anything else, the mice should not be so peaceful. They should have smelled and bothered us long ago


    "Maybe they understand that they are not rivals of the sons of the forest and have avoided them early." Milos disdained to say that he and his army met rat people along the way, and those animals that only act on instinct are obviously not the opponents of the elves. In fact, Elven hunters are almost the best hunters, if not for a large-scale battle against the mob. Compared with the clumsiness of human infantry, elves can easily strangle enemies of equal or even more than their own. Instead of using one''s own life for the enemy''s life as a human soldier, that kind of fighting method may achieve more brilliant results, but the cost is never small.


    "They''re not that smart. I think there must be something underground to deter these hungry monsters. " Atwood shook his head. He put his right hand on the ground, and his left hand put down the wooden crutch for a moment. He stretched out his index and middle fingers and pressed his forehead. Although his eyes were closed, the faint green light still came out from under his eyelids, giving a wonderful feeling. "There are no creatures here that can respond to me. They either leave or are too scared to make a sound. We have to speed up, no matter what happens here, I don''t want it to continue. " The old elf picked up the wooden stick and led the team to trot forward. His step was steady, and he could not see the drunkenness before.


    Andre and Carus looked at each other, nodded and ran after the green stick. The other elves, on the other hand, speeded up after mlose''s order. They were familiar with the way they walked through the tunnel and kept going down. Strangely, the upward road was always difficult to walk, but once you decided to go down, it was as fast as a free fall.Through the broken metal walls, Andrea recognized that the texture of the walls was the material he had used in the center of the sewer. The dwarf''s heart beats a few times when the runes lose their function on the broken frame. "Damn it." He swore in a low voice, guessing that the worst had happened, and that he and the team around him were about to come to a deep awakening. They have no chance at all, and the dwarf is willing to swear with his hammer, absolutely not.


    The party turned the corner and appeared in front of them a huge room filled. To be honest, because the space is nearly 99 percent full, no one is sure how big it was. But even so, the metal objects with twisted faces protruding in front of the crowd were as large as the gates of the castle.


    "Hiss!" Everyone took a breath of breath when they saw the metal, which was covered with countless painful and twisted limbs. They are so surprised that even the hands on the handlebars forget to pull out the weapons in their waists.


    "Deep heart." The dwarf''s face was full of pain and called out the name of the thing in front of him. The four words "nightmare come true" suddenly appeared in his mind. It''s over. It''s all over.


    "Wait, isn''t there something wrong with that thing?" Carus squeezed the few magic fire left in his body and lit his eyes. He knew it was terrible, but his inner peace prevented him from giving up his observation of the subtle. "It''s still. Is that normal?"


    It''s not dwarves, nor Atwood or any other elves who answer the demons. A figure who had been crawling in front of the deep heart slowly stood up and said in his hoarse and crazy voice, "of course, it''s not normal."


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