In the fortress, the warriors and commoners of dwarves and orcs still live here, but in this apocalyptic time, many of them, like the residents of Leyte and the forbidden country, have lost their minds due to the dissipation of their spirits.
However, the danger here is by no means inferior to the capital of Wright. Although the number of warriors here is less than that of the capital of Wright, each of them has a higher individual quality, and can also use the magic of the Lord of Flame. The civilians, because of their physical fitness, are also more dangerous than the low-level soldiers in the capital of Wright.
Ivan sneaked in from the city gate, using the righteous assassination and sneaking method all the way, put all the enemies he saw to the ground, and while advancing, he kept an eye on the surroundings, and finally found a suspected flint left nearby. traces below.
Following this trace, he climbed all the way to the top of the mountain fortress, and to a higher level, some strange orcs began to appear here. They were tall and covered with red sackcloth. 's basket.
When Ivan passed by, he smelled a particularly strong smell of blood from the baskets.
He found an opportunity to attack and attacked an orc who was alone. These orcs held a pair of blood-stained machetes in their hands and slashed to the ground. The huge force could shake the earth, which was very tricky, but in Ivan In front of them, they are still weaker.
Soon, Ivan knocked down one. He opened the basket and saw that it was full of broken arms and stumps and raw meat, including humans, elves, orcs and dwarves.
It seems that they are slaughtering the low-level residents or foreign races in the city and moving them to a higher class.
Ivan doesn't know what they mean by doing this, but the residents of these fortresses have been losing their minds for a while, and they still keep doing this, which means that they have done this kind of thing countless times, so that they don't need to be rational. , to the point where it can be accomplished just by instinct.
Worrying about the safety of the flint, Ivan quickly climbed to a higher place.
He defeated a lot of powerful enemies along the way, and finally found a dwarf flint hidden in a large urn in a two-story hut on the side of a huge square.
Ivan smashed the big urn, and the dwarf Flint was frightened, holding a one-handed hammer, and smashed it towards him with a loud scream.
Ivan raised his hand and placed it on the handle of Flint's hammer, blocking his blow. Flint stumbled and fell to the ground. Ivan walked over and grabbed the front of his shirt and said in a low voice:
"Calm down, it's me!"
"Hu, huh."
Fire Stone saw the person in front of him clearly, panting heavily, and responded:
"It turned out to be you, I thought it was a warrior here... How did you come here? Didn't you die in the underworld?"
"I killed him... Stop talking nonsense, what are you doing here? It's so dangerous here, didn't you come out to strike iron? Now you're here to seek death?"
Ivan asked back.
"This is my hometown..."
Speaking of this topic, the dwarf Flint became depressed. He quietly walked to a window on the second floor of this small building and glanced sideways at the huge square.
"It wasn't like this before I died..."
Ivan also quietly came to the window and peeked out of the window from the other side. He saw that in the center of the huge square outside the window was a huge and dark patio, and the patio was bottomless.
Countless dwarves and orc warriors are standing on the square, supervising other sackcloth orcs, and pouring down the flesh and blood in their backs from this patio.
"They're feeding..."
Ivan's eyes flickered.
"But who are they feeding? Do you have any giant war beasts here?"
"That patio leads to the altar of the Lord of Fire."
Dwarf Flint was silent for a long time, but still said:
"The Lord of Fire lives in the very center of the sacred underground kingdom... They are feeding our gods."
"… "
Ivan was also silent for a long time, and then sighed:
"It seems that time can really change a lot of things. The flame lord I know is not a guy with such a terrible appetite."
After a while, he asked again:
"So what are you doing here? Want to stop it?"
"No, how could I possibly have the ability to stop the Lord of Fire?"
Flint smiled self-deprecatingly, then pointed somewhere in the square.
"See the tallest dwarf standing there?"
Ivan looked in the direction he was pointing, and found that on a high platform in the huge square, there was a stone throne, and on the throne sat a strong dwarf dressed in very gorgeous armor, beside his seat, There is also a huge double-edged axe.
"That's the king of the dwarves."
Firestone hesitated for a long time before calmly said:
"And my former brother."
"So you are a royal family, no wonder your forging skills are so good."
Ivan glanced at Flint.
"But your eldest son died, and your younger brother inherited the throne. Were you killed by him? Political struggle?"
"No, the friendship between our brothers was very deep at the beginning, and I was killed by a demon I accidentally encountered underground when I was going out to find casting materials."
Firestone said:
"So I want to stop him and kill him with my own hands. After his death, this fortress will be headless, and this stupid feeding of the Lord of Flame will stop. At least, no one else will be killed here."
"Good idea."
Ivan looked over there.
"It just so happens that I have something to do here, and I can't move forward with your brother blocking here. Let me help you."
He reached out and drew a symbol on the ground, and when the symbol was completed, a white light lit up.
"This is the oldest oath in the world. At this moment, you and I are allies here, and we will not betray each other."
The dwarf Flint squatted down and held out the symbol with his short hand.
"Well, become allies and don't betray each other."
The symbol glowed, and Dwarf Flint soon felt a strange force connecting him and Ivan.
"Okay, the covenant has been completed."
Ivan drew his great sword.
"let us start."
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"boom!"
In the huge square that was busy, suddenly there was a loud noise.
With this loud noise, the gate on the west side of the square was breached from the outside, and the broken door panel flew in from outside the door, pushing several orcs who were unstable on their feet into the patio.
There was a sour chewing sound and heart-piercing screams from the patio, but no one was paying attention.
The warriors took up arms, the porters and butchers raised their machetes and headed towards the broken gate, looking for the intruder.
But instead of finding the intruder, they found many familiar wooden barrels.
That is a common storage item in the warehouse of the mountain kingdom. The mountain kingdom often needs to dig caves and build foundations in the rugged mountains. Therefore, the barrels usually contain black powder with devastating power.
Looking at these wooden barrels, even the demented dwarves and orcs had a bad premonition in their hearts.
call out!
The next moment, their hunch came true, and a flaming arrow came out of nowhere and landed on the pile of gunpowder kegs.
It ignited this huge pile of powder kegs.