Chapter 22: Medea, the affairs of the Dwarves on the mission!

ps1:...Collection of moral integrity in these chapters first, and wait until a certain chapter explodes at the same time, tremble the little loli.

ps2: I originally wanted to see MuV to cultivate my body, but I was very pure recently... Ahem, I'm going to tell you that I recently found a galgame maker and wanted to use my own experience and add ghost fantasy to create an issue of the Apocalypse version of the Night Quinn... There is no too suitable picture, which is a flaw...

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The Kingdom of Brittany was not one of the original twelve countries of Light. After several changes in the royal family and dynasties changed, it was not a long time ago that a certain generation of kings moved the capital to Carmelo. Before the solid capital was established in this mountain, this place was once another important place. Ten thousand years ago, an invincible knights named Silver Hand disbanded the dwarves' clan meeting, eliminated the dwarves' last resistance, and exiled the craftsman race who had lost their fighting spirit to the endless underground city. Under the Camelo Mountain City, the burial place of the 30,000 dwarves' soldiers in the last battle. In the tide of holy light that is solid, the paladins broke the dwarves' last dignity.

But it has to be admitted that among the races that were fought by humans ten thousand years ago, the dwarves were considered innocent people who were shot. The dwarves with magma and ale in their blood vessels basically did not do anything to be sorry for humans, but they were still cleaned up by humans. After the Gate of Judgment and the Fortress of Learning drove some of the elves into the underground world, the Pope Hall also drove down the innocent dwarves - I have beaten the mainland, and you are not afraid of you, the group of dwarves, you have occupied a bunch of good veins, and humans have returned to the center of the mainland stage. How can those good things be left for you? Please...

Just think about it a little bit, you can imagine the scene at that time. The human race fought against the mainland, which made hundreds of tribes turn over. All the seven holy lands, from the saints to the soldiers, were red-eyed. It was this good opportunity to go all the way, so how could you be polite to others? Even the dwarfs who were not in conflict with the world would have to find an excuse to beat them. Otherwise, they would be upset when they were looking at this group of short beards with some oily rich ore. If they were upset, they would want to grab them. If they wanted to grab them, they would have to fight them. It would be easier to fight them later.

Do you fight? Fight. After losing all the minerals, most of the soldiers and stoves, the dwarves covered a large number of casters and scientists rushing into the ground in a huge sacrifice. Just when they were blinded, they met the sad elves who were also driven out. It has been reliable that these two races with the same illness have never stopped in the past ten thousand years - the underground world is also the world. The strange environment meets the conditions for the nurturing of life. The catalysis of countless years, the adaptive evolution of life has made a unique dungeon life map and produced countless strange species. The diversity of races has created a complex food chain, and the diversity of intelligent races has created disputes and slavery. The environment without sunshine has caused the group of naughty children to be a little psychologically dark, fighting and not knowing that they are not calm. In such an environment, the elves and dwarves have come.

First of all, everyone must admit that the origin of all civilizations is because of the self-protection of life... Because of gathering together, groups and levels are slowly generated, and the purpose of gathering together is undoubtedly to better protect themselves in dangerous environments. This is called collective power. When we first arrived, the existence of elves and dwarves was undoubtedly a harsh biological invasion for the indigenous people in the dungeon. Since there were no natural enemies, the indigenous people volunteered to be natural enemies of elves and dwarves. To put it bluntly, this is my territory. If you obey, you will be a slave, and if you don’t accept it, you will be killed.

Then what else is there to say - it is related to the survival and freedom of the race. Everything is extremely cruel, everything is so noble that it is almost a dream. Elf and dwarfs are too lazy to consider whether it is too much to occupy other people's territory. Let's talk about it first.

But the problem arises again. The dungeon has also developed a series of mysterious powers. And the battle has been going on for countless years. Although mutual attacks and wars have led to slow progress in civilization, the fight between natural selection has allowed the indigenous people of the dungeon to maintain violent fighting intentions and bloodthirsty killing instincts. For the elves of the World Tree and the Sun Well, this is really a powerful enemy, because the demise of the Sun Well means that the high elves have suffered essential damage.

...As dwarves, dwarves are not much better. First of all, those stubborn species who are unwilling to leave their hometowns have made chickens for monkeys - what I mean is killing chickens to warn monkeys - this is a large part of them. Furthermore, in addition to their own hammers, the power of dwarves also has the domesticated war bears and the dwarves technology mentioned above, and then both... were confiscated by humans.

Although humans are not as shameless as even the dwarf craftsmen who are proficient in dwarf technology have been confiscated, without resources or tools, even the legendary craftsman gods can't even create even a sudden train. Therefore, the combat effectiveness of the dwarfs is reduced by at least three-fifths, so it is inevitable that the union...

In the harsh circumstances, the dark elves made the same decision as the forest elves. They took the initiative to abandon the soul essence of the high elves and began to attract the dark forces everywhere in the dungeon under the guidance of the dark masters in their clan. The dwarves found nearly infinite minerals and rich precious minerals in the dungeon through their natural racial talents, and created new weapons. The elves accepted the gifts of the dwarves. In exchange, they used their rich magic knowledge to help the dwarves further improve the unique flame rune system, making the flame equipment of these little dwarves even more amazing... Well, if the dungeon was not relatively oxygen-deficient, the musket battle cannons made by these groups of goods would probably be even more amazing.

Relying on the power of unity, the dwarves and the dark elves gradually survived in the initial dilemma. Until they completely settled in the dungeon and developed a force that could expand outward, a blood-like hatred had already formed. To this day, there were only a few hundred people left of the Dark elves who had experienced the pioneering battle, either respected elders or strong people with great cultivation. However, they almost all secretly had the history of that year. The only thing they remember was their hatred for the natives of the dungeon.

More importantly, after abandoning the essence of the high elves and beginning to cultivate the power of darkness, these originally arrogant elves gradually became polluted by darkness, and their arrogance turned into extremes, turning themselves into cruelty, and turning from magical darlings to dark stepsons. After repeatedly confirming that the clan had the ability to start expanding, the dark elves launched bloody revenge and expansion wars to the dungeon with extreme fanatic emotions. Although the dwarves were not as extreme as the elves, they were killed out of the true fire by the indigenous residents of the dungeon for so long. The dwarves were killed out of the real fire by the indigenous residents of the dungeon for so long.

The guards of the secret room and the super-heavy armored soldiers expressed their favorite things about tunnel warfare. In fact, the dwarves who have time to forge armor and arm themselves are more than three times stronger than the naked dwarves, which fully demonstrates the importance of productivity. The three-layer composite super-heavy armor that is strengthened by the flames of the whole body cannot even penetrate the dark curse, let alone the forging technology that is so clumsy in the eyes of the dwarves, and the dwarves' big axes and heavy hammers that are tempered by the dwarves, killing these natives who cannot even be popularized in light armor is like playing...

Hey, in a sense, the reason why the dwarves killed the natives was, in addition to the merciless killing of these bastards, another reason was probably reasonable - hey, you guys, what kind of ragged iron cast, how could a large piece of mites be ruined like this? I'll kill you bastards - this is probably the case. Seeing the natives randomly turning precious minerals that are hard to find on the mainland into pieces of rags and rushing over, and who wouldn't vomit three liters of blood when they treat metal as the second life? It's light to kill a hammer.

But just when both tribes were about to attack the indigenous people and continuously achieve results, anyone with discerning eyes could see that these two races that could be said to be shared together with hardships had already had gaps. This is understandable. Dwarves as thick as rocks and light elves as forests were originally unrelated to each other, not to mention that the elves had merged into the darkness, and their original arrogance had become more and more extreme. The dark elves looked down on the dwarf's alcoholism and vulgarity, and the dwarves looked down on these thin bamboo poles that were increasingly slapping at black bricks. Women were so indifferent, men were like women, but they were still ordinary cunning. Seeing their plot against people, they made people get goose bumps all over. The generation gap and differences have gradually expanded in the gradual dissipation of the pressure of survival. There is a saying that when external contradictions become smaller and one rises and the other goes up, it is time for us to deal with internal contradictions.

No one can tell the root of the conflict. According to a dark elves in a natural village, it was the dwarf on the opposite side who seduced their woman. According to the dwarf of the small clan, it was the elves on the opposite side who came to steal their fire spirits. These two reasons were so clumsy and fucked. A discerning person could tell at a glance that they were farting. The male dwarfs like short and thick female dwarfs. The tall and sexy dark elves looked like bamboo poles in their eyes. As for the dark elves stealing wine, only the dwarfs with iron stomachs dared to drink that kind of fire spirits. After drinking, the dark elves could only burn themselves to charcoal ashes, and the ghosts would steal it.

But these two reasons that are almost fart are the fuses that trigger hatred and war. The underground war of countless years has begun, and it has never stopped fighting. To this day, the vast underground world has not been fully explored, but the known part is occupied by dark elves and dwarves, as well as the indigenous forces united and resisted by two gangsters from time to time. Conquest and destruction have never stopped, and the pace of pioneering has never stopped. In the world on the ground, rumors about dungeons are not secret in the ears of people of some levels. There are even well-made dwarf firearms and divine weapons and heavy armors that have been secretly replaced by various daily necessities and luxury goods to return to the ground. The merchants took risks due to huge interests. Although they were alive, for a hundred times the profit, some people were willing to go.

The rulers of the Seven Holy Land watched coldly and silently collected news about the dead bastards. Over the years, dark elves and dwarves' elite teams rushed out of the surface, and were silently killed by the secret troops of the Seven Holy Land. There was enough news to show that these guys were still obsessed with returning to the surface, just as the dragon clan wanted to return to the continent all the time, just as the forest elves wanted to walk out of the forest all the time.

...But the same thing, the dwarves seem to be a little honest and seem to be very satisfied with the status quo. After all, except for the little light underground, the environment is still very good. The magma is very sufficient and the mineral deposits are almost unlimited. With the wine, the dwarves' lifelong pursuit is almost done, and the only lack of light is enough, roasting fire and other things are enough...

However, we all know that once the dark elves are so rampant that they declare war on the mainland, they will not mind taking care of the dwarves when they beat people in the Seven Holy Land. After all, there was such a fine tradition ten thousand years ago... The so-called sorrow of being shot twice in a row around ten thousand years, and each time it can kill you.

But a small and inexplicable variable still appeared. On this night, a woman wearing a hooded hood and roaming elements all over her body went deep into the ground and was welcomed into the lava king by a small group of dwarf axe kings. Under the steps made of fine gold and black iron, the witch unbuttoned her hood and revealed her face that was stunning. However, the king on the throne ignored this appearance and said coldly: "The witch's king actually wants to betray the witch to negotiate with me?"

The members of the Kingdom Parliament burst into laughter.

"A set of Thunder hammers is exchanged for the right to use the Heart of Molten Fire for three months." The witch glanced at the dwarves. Her demeanor of thousands of years of contempt for the world made the soldiers' laughter slightly restrained. She looked at the dwarf king without any hesitation, "A hammer and chisel, the cemetery left behind under the city of Carmelo. The silver hand of the former buried your ancestors. The witch of light who was accompanied by the army at that time was sealed. Without our clan's secret technique, you will not have the chance to enter the cemetery without disturbing the saints!"

"You are right, but why do I have to get the Thunder Hammer back?" The dwarf king thought for a moment and shook his head slowly, "Even if the Thunder Hammer is in my hand, I can only defeat the Black Princess Alteluqi instead of killing her. The Thunder Hammer is an ancient artifact, but the Heart of Molten Fire is the foundation of the clan. The investment and effort are disproportionate. If the transaction fails, you can get out!"

"Then, coupled with the dwarf hills, the map of the gods descending to the earth!" The witch was excited and threw out the last bargaining chips, "A set of Thunder hammers, the map of the gods descending to the earth, the dwarf king Beowulf, use these two things to exchange for you to take the heart of molten fire to go to the surface with me, do you dare?"

"Why should I trust you?" The airflow around Beowulf suddenly stopped.

"Just because I am Medea." The betrayed witch stood with her hands behind her back and looked up at the sky.

"Okay." The Dwarf King's thinking only took a moment.

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