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"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 terrifying.
Thousands of dwarf warriors were stunned by his sky-swallowing aura and were stunned for a moment.
With eyes 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 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 does he have to do with Muradin?
"Where's Muradin? Let him come out. Could it be that he doesn't dare to see me?"
Seeing everyone being silent. The tauren turned up the volume. The sound is like a loud bell. Even the eardrums hurt. In comparison, even the Dwarf King City could hear it clearly.
"I am coming--"
The words just fell out. Correspondingly, a loud voice came from the Dwarf King's City. Everyone couldn't help but look back. Only a black spot appeared above the dwarf king's city. Then there was a whoosh. Jump down from above.
Holy shit. So what? Just jump right down. That's several kilometers above the ground!
In my dull eyes. The figure of Dwarf King Muradin drooped straight down. Wait until his appearance becomes clear. Everyone couldn't help but fainted again.
This guy. He was even wearing gleaming golden armor. Arm yourself to the teeth. There is a fiery red cloak on the back. The cloak blew coldly. Make him look like a god of war...eh. Wintermelon God of War.
Did he want to take full advantage of the acceleration of gravity?
In the eyes of us watching, Muradin was like an iron lump that fell from thousands of meters above. With a "dong" sound, he made a huge crater on the ground, filled with smoke and dust. To that minotaur.
The smoke and dust cleared, but unfortunately, what we expected to see, the dwarf king Muradin wearing golden armor, half-kneeling in the pit, and then slowly stood up, with a majestic aura exuding 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——
In everyone's silence, several minutes passed, but there was still no movement in the pit. Only then did the dwarf seem to wake up, and the third elder shouted loudly.
"Quick, quick, the old man is stuck in the pit and can't get out, dig him out quickly."
As a result, the dwarf, who was dozens of meters tall, put down his sledgehammer and hurriedly jumped into the pit. After digging for a while, he 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 on the streets that shows off its power but fails.
"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, whose pupils were burning like two balls of flame, but whose eyes were extremely cold, watched the farce quietly. 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 condense. 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 who Muradin called Aenaris. He looked bewildered.
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 king's city that was quietly disappearing, and then glanced at Aenaris. He was clearly a super strong man from hell. He left the dwarf king's 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 there is no need to be in the God's Punishment Mountains. There is lightning to replenish energy at any time, so although there is still sufficient energy, we cannot 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. Thinking about the moment when the Dwarf King City was about to reach the mountain range, the energy suddenly disappeared, and then it fell completely and rolled down the God's Punishment Mountain Range. 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 turned out to be this reason. It seems that the King's City is not without its flaws. It relies too much on the lightning energy in the God's Punishment Mountains and is unable to handle long-distance and long-time battles.
Watching the dwarf royal city leave, I turned around, took another look at Muradin and the flame 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 was not born. At that time, Muradin was just like Tualatin now. He was 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..."
Speaking of this, the great elder looked at Anarris blankly.
"He is indeed an excellent blacksmith with great talent. Even compared to Muradin, he can't lose much.
Is it true that even a talented person is slightly inferior to Muradin...
"Later, Muradin's father, the old dwarf king, Muradin, came back to inherit the throne. From then on, I never saw Aenaris again. I didn't expect him to show up here, let alone that he..."
So, it seemed like there was 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. .
"Anaris, why did you fall and join the Hell Clan? Have you forgotten the glory your ancestors bestowed upon you?" Muradin said in a calm voice. It could be heard that he was working very hard to control the anger in his heart. .
"Glory, hahaha-hahahaha-"
Enaris 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 wood carvings were sprinting towards the pinnacle of blacksmiths - the artifact craftsmen. With their talents, they Said, this is not a dream.
For that lifelong goal, even if it means abandoning life -
"Haha - 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 Aenaris' 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 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 a straight finger 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." 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, and you still don't understand anything until now!!" Aenaris kept shaking his head, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, 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 extinguished the fire in the core of the earth, but the harder I worked, the angrier I became. 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 don't understand at all You know 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 , but I hate you even more for not working hard..."
At the same time, Anarres also erupted with extremely tyrannical power. That powerful aura 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 obey my order and leave." 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 that belongs to the two of them, let's go. "The great elder looked at the two people confronting each other and took the lead in striding back.
The most authoritative Great Elder set an example, and the other dwarf warriors followed him silently, but they walked backwards, their eyes still fixed on the two people exuding a powerful aura, and they did not stop until they were several thousand meters away. Come down.
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 already so terrifying.
At this time, Muradin took out his favorite weapon, a huge golden hammer, and waved it lightly in his hand, rolling up a huge tornado. His whole body was also covered with golden flower 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." Aenaris pointed the dark gold iron 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 Aenaris. The indomitable power and 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 with this hammer blow.
"Ding--"
Anarius raised his hammer to meet him. The two hammers collided, and the metallic clang was so sharp that even we who were thousands of meters away had to cover our ears.
The two hammer heads were pushed together, and the two huge forces clashed together. The ground cracked, and now it could not bear the strength of the two people, and a huge circular pit opened.
The iron suddenly separated, and two figures flashed, the golden giant hammer, the dark gold iron hammer,
Collision, continuous collision, the harsh metal collision was like a sonic attack, and we did not dare to put down the hands covering our ears.
"Ding-ding-ding-"
After an unknown number of rounds of fighting, everyone dared to take a breath as they looked at the two figures constantly intertwining on the battlefield. With the loudest crash, 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 touched its dark gold hammer. His face was not red, he was not out of breath, and there was not a drop of sweat 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, and 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 fist of flesh and blood, 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 Aenaris' left fist that was still raised high, wondering if this fist was 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."
Inaris 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 and hit Aenaris, covering his whole body. From his perspective, except for the giant hammer, there was probably no one left. , then nothing can be seen.
"Dong-dong-dong-"
Enaris's expression did not change at all. He raised his left hand, fist, arm, and elbow, and moved it continuously to face Munaradin's hammer shadow in the sky. In the air, the sound of metal and human bones colliding continued to be heard.
"Ahhhh——"
Within a few seconds, he swung hundreds of hammer shadows, but Aenaris 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 tall hammer body had a faint air of cold death on it.
Final blow! !
Following Muradin's roar, the hammer body in the air suddenly disappeared out of thin air in his eyes. Enari, who originally had a relaxed face below, also looked serious for the first time. When the hammer body disappeared, he reacted and squatted down. , also roared angrily, and slammed the hammer in his right hand upward into the sky.
At the critical moment, the giant hammer that had just disappeared from Muradin's head met with the iron that Anarres had just lifted, making the most explosive impact sound so far. The ground where Anarres was standing suddenly dented, and with it, Aenaris was completely thrown into the pit.
This shows the domineering power of this blow.
However, even so, the 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, Aenaris had disappeared on the spot, and the next moment he appeared behind Muradin, raising the iron and hitting him hard on the head.
Muradin was not slow to react and did not turn back. He used the wind-discriminator to hit the giant hammer and blocked Anarres's condescending hammer. However, the huge force still made his body stagger forward uncontrollably. Stepping forward, he turned around to face Anarres. At this time, Anarres's hammer had fallen again.
"Qiang——"
The iron and the giant hammer collided again, and Muradin took a few steps back.
"Qiang-Qiang-Qiang-"
Enares was unforgiving, and struck one after another with the hammer, all using normal attacks, but each strike made Muradin take a few steps back, leaving a series of heel-deep holes under his feet. footprint.
Anarres's hammer fell faster and faster, like a heavy rain, and the clanging sound also continued into a continuous high-pitched sound. Muradin was shrouded in the overwhelming shadow of the hammer, and kept retreating, barely using his huge hammer. Zhui protected himself, his arms were shaking slightly, and sweat was already forming 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 had betrayed me, betrayed our oath, and trampled 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 talents and threw them into the stinky ditch. Do you hear me? They are still wailing, angry, and roaring in your heart. You have the talent of a blacksmith, but you don’t have the soul of a blacksmith! ! Your hand is not fit to hold a hammer, it will be stained by you.
The more I think about it, the angrier I feel. Why, why does God still give people like you such talents and talents? Why do I give everything?
I have so much power, but I can only chase your back. Why do you, like this, return my own hammer? Whenever I hammer in the furnace of the abyss of hell, I think like this, get so angry, and turn my anger away. Accumulate bit by bit into the hammer, integrate your roaring soul into the hammer, day after day, year after year, and then, use this hammer...! ! "
As he spoke, Aenaris raised the dark gold iron high, clenched it with both hands, and brought the simplest and fastest straight line tempered by countless blows to the top of Muradin's head.
"Crush you!!!"
"boom--"
It was like a 100,000-kilogram iron ball falling, and the earth shook violently, which could be clearly felt thousands of meters away.
"Old Mu!!!"
The dwarf warriors screamed in horror. Although Muradin was stingy, petty, and liked to take advantage, his temper was extremely bad. But it is undeniable that he has worked hard for the entire dwarf clan and 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 slowly calmed down and watched nervously as he was smashed out of the deep pit.
When the dust settled, Muradin's stubby thighs and legs were kneeling on the ground, supporting the ground with one hand and holding the upright hammer with the other. His body was trembling slightly. There were cracks on his head and arms, and even the armor could not be clothed. It was full of cracks, his beard and hair were messy, and there was no more light than before. The bright red blood was flowing from the top of his head, dyeing the damaged armor red, just like a bloody warrior who fell under the sunset, indescribable sadness. .
He pushed hard with his arms and finally stood up from the ground unsteadily. His short body stood upright in front of Aenaris, looking directly at him with sharp and sad eyes, without losing any momentum.
"No matter how many faults I have, if anything happens, you just come to me. Aenaris, you should never, never should. You should not trample on the lives of other dwarves. Only on this point, I will absolutely I won’t forgive you.”
Muradin's messy beard trembled, and the words spit out from 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 he was enduring 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 or ten thousand times. I want you to see with your own eyes that you would rather abandon it The clansmen you have to protect even with the iron hammer in your hand died tragically at your feet one by one. Just imagining your painful expression at that time makes me tremble with excitement!!"
As he spoke, the arrogant Aenaris stretched out his hands and laughed wildly. The laughter was full of evil and violence.
"It seems that your sanity has been almost corroded by the evil force."
Seeing Aenaris say such words, Muradin was not angry, but the sad look in his eyes became more intense, and then he swung the giant hammer in his hand.
"In that case, old friend, let me relieve you."
The entire atmosphere suddenly sank as he spoke. The cold and huge wind on the Plain of Despair seemed to suddenly sink when it blew in front of him, without blowing up a trace of dust on the ground.
"Relief? Hahahaha - ok, you can show me how to free me. Do you want to commit suicide? Hahahaha -"
Inaris's laughter became more and more cold and evil, and he was on the verge of losing his mind. He didn't even notice the strange scenes around him.
"Old friend, you..."
Sighing softly, Muradin's eyes suddenly became serious, he clenched his fists, and the veins of the muscles exposed from the armor burst into tightness, and the muscles began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye. With a sound, the armor, which was already full of cracks, Finally unable to bear the expansion of the muscles, it shattered and exploded, exposing Tualatin's upper body. The muscles on it were like the roots of an old tree, and the entire upper body expanded several times.
"Oooo--"
As if he couldn't bear the tug, Tualatin let out an indistinct growl. As the growl amplified, it gave people a strange rhythm, as if...
Yes, just like the moment the dwarf royal city appeared, the whole village sounded a passionate war song. The low roar gradually amplified, and finally turned into a roar in the sky. The roar hovered for a long time, giving people a wonderful illusion, as if several One hundred thousand dwarves sang at the same time the same war song as their dwarf clan. The sound was like a loud bell and the energy was like a mountain torrent.
That rough, loud, passionate and heroic war song seemed to ignite the boundless flames of war. All the dwarves, including me, were affected by this soaring war song and couldn't help but have red eyes, exuding a strong fighting spirit. Yi, sang the loud war song, intertwined with Muradin's roar.
At this time, Muradin's upper body expanded several times and changed again. The entire body continued to enlarge. A layer of stone skin spread from the top of his head and slowly enveloped his whole body. When Muradin's body enlarged again by two When the time came, his whole body, including his hair, eyes, teeth, beard, and even the golden hammer in his hand, was wrapped in stone skin. This layer of stone skin formed a set of mighty armor on his exposed upper body. , holding a stone hammer in his hand, Muradin at this moment looked like a stone statue of the God of War.
However, this stone statue is alive.
Wife, come out and see God! !
I was also stunned, but it was different from what other dwarves were thinking. At this moment, I was completely powerless to complain.
"Haha, I'll be surprised. Let me tell you, Muradin is a hidden profession that our dwarves can only find in thousands of years, a dwarf giant warrior!!"
The great elder looked at me dumbfounded, thinking that I was shocked at why Muradin had transformed, so he couldn't help but laughed proudly and explained to me.
What shocked me was not that Muradin could transform, but the effect of his transformation, you bastard! !
"What? Dwarf Winter Melon Warrior?"
Since I couldn't complain, I had to enter the pretending mode to combat the arrogance of the great elder.
"Asshole, you stinky boy, be careful I will kill you
Human race blacklist! ! "The great elder was not happy and immediately blew his beard
"Old Mu is a hidden profession that is rare in your clan for thousands of years. Why are you sighing that the dwarves did not have a continental twin star?" I replied not to be outdone.
"You still don't understand. Things like the Mainland Gemini Stars are not comparable to those that can be compared to hidden professions. Otherwise, it would not be the Mainland Gemini Stars, but the Ten Sons Star or the Hundred Sons Star." The Great Elder shook his head. He shook his head and looked at me enviously.
"You mean there are many other hidden professions on the mainland? How many are there?" I found a clue in his words and asked quickly.
"I know it so well, it must be there anyway!"
The great elder said matter-of-factly, and I secretly gave him a middle finger in contempt.
His eyes returned to the battlefield. After his transformation, Muradin's figure suddenly rose to three to four meters tall. His upper body was even more powerful. In terms of size alone, it was no less than Aenaris, who was four to five meters tall. .
Enares was obviously caught off guard by this change, and looked at Muradin blankly, eyes wide open.
Muradin, whose whole body was covered with a layer of stone skin, exuded aura and eyes that were as cold as stone. He raised the giant hammer that had turned into a stone hammer, enlarged several times, and raised it towards Aina. Reese smashed it.
"Dong——"
Aenaris raised his hammer to meet him. Muradin's giant hammer was two or three times his size, so this impact was in line with common sense. Aenaris was knocked away by the hammer.
"This, this is impossible!!"
Aenaris got up from the ground, yelled wildly, rushed towards Muradin with a distorted face, raised the hammer high, and smashed it hard.
Muradin did not raise the hammer to meet him, nor did he punch it, but let the hammer fall on his upper body, making a clanging sound like a metal collision. He took a few steps back, but the stone skin on his body was not at all. There are no cracks, the judgment is clear.
"Hammer Dance!!"
In the dull eyes of Anarres, Muradin showed no mercy. The terrifying stone hammer once again transformed into countless hammer shadows. The strong wind blown by the hammer even blew away the fist-sized man next to us thousands of meters away. The stone flew away, and it was many times more powerful than when he first used it.
"Dong dong dong dong dong dong——"
Intensive hammering sounds were heard, and countless hammer shadows fell mercilessly on Aenaris' body. His body was like a leaf in the strong wind, constantly rotting.
Final blow! !
"Dong——"
The hammer face, which was bigger than Aenaris's chest, disappeared in the air. The next moment, a violent explosion surged on the ground, and gravel and powder shot straight into the sky a hundred meters above.
After the explosion, Aenaris fell in a pool of blood. Of course, he would not die so easily, but he was already seriously injured.
"Anarres——"
Muradin stood quietly beside him, put away the giant hammer, and restored a trace of clarity in his eyes. He couldn't help shouting softly, and the endless grief could be heard in the stone-like voice.
"Old friend, we meet again -"
Aenaris, who was lying on the ground, smiled slightly, and his face no longer looked as ferocious as before.
"I just want to tell you that I have never forgotten the promise I made back then, but there are some things that are more important than my own life, and I have to protect them."
Muradin knelt down gently on his knees, holding Aenareth's blood-stained hands, and tightened slightly.
"I know."
Enares narrowed his eyes and looked up at the lead-colored sky.
"It's just, Muradin, it's really boring to live alone in blacksmithing. It doesn't feel like a competitor. It's really boring. I don't want your talent to be buried here, and I don't want to lose you as a competitor. Of course When I noticed it, I had been eroded by the power of darkness and launched an attack on the dwarves. Since the dwarves have drowned your talents, let the dwarves disappear. This is what I think. Old friend, can you forgive me? ?”
"That's not okay. Whatever you say, it's the lives of hundreds of dwarf warriors. How can you forgive me?"
"That's true. Although it's too late, I'm sorry." Aenaris coughed a few times, with an apology on his face.
"But, we are still friends." Muradin held Aenaris' hand tightly and said firmly.
"If you commit a crime, let me atone for it!"
"Thank you, thank you, Muradin, you are still the same..." Tauren Aenaris murmured with tears in his eyes, and struggled to grab the dark gold hammer next to him.
"Old friend, if you want to atone for your sins, just take the hammer in my hand and keep walking." He looked at Muradin with hopeful eyes until he slowly took the hammer.
"I must declare in advance that I cannot throw away my responsibility, and I cannot guarantee the realization of your dream." Muradin held the hammer tightly.
"You guy, won't you even let me die in peace?" As he said this, Aenaris was smiling, and his face suddenly distorted.
"Old friend, I'm about to die, if you don't mind giving me a last lift."
"Asshole, do you want me to go to hell like you after I die?" Muradin twitched the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't bring out a smile. A tear fell from his stone eyes.
"Goodbye, old friend."
"Bye now."
Muradin raised the dark gold hammer high, closed his eyes, and then dropped it suddenly.
Hammer of Thunder! !
Countless rays of lightning scattered from the impact point, and incandescent lightning filled the earth, just like the end of the world.
His body gradually shrank and returned to its original appearance. Muradin looked at the empty, charred pit, his legs softened, and he knelt down. His old face was filled with tears.
He recalled the first time he saw Anarres.
He is a proud blacksmith. Maybe because he is an orphan, he always purses his lips tightly, giving people a kind of indifference that avoids strangers. But in fact, he is just not good at expressing. His interests and talents make most people Can't keep up with his language.
So, he and Inaris met. Looking back on that era, Inaris was always like a younger brother, following him honestly, but sometimes he would get angry and fight over a smelting step.
I'm sorry, Inaris, I know you are afraid of loneliness...
