Selian was brought to the city of Ulduar by the servant of the water element. Caster Medea's research team can use her. Selian, who was once the chief priest of the Spider Goddess, is proficient in all kinds of magical knowledge, especially alchemy. The preparation of potions is also very familiar. Although most of them are similar to negative potions such as heart rot, mental aging, magic corruption, and mind grabbing, it is more than enough to serve as a mentor for the low-level frost elf pharmacists in Ulduar City. .
As for the other four dark elves, their treatment was to remain frozen in the icicles in suspended animation, and were temporarily thrown into the natural cage of the Crystallized Forest. They would not be released as agreed until Selian completed her mission. them.
In the empty ice crystal hall, the entire hall seemed lonely and deserted after Celiane left. Yalin turned over and no longer looked as cold and majestic as before. He lay on his side on the throne with his legs crossed in an inelegant posture.
I am becoming more and more like a bad person!
As time passed and he inherited the memories of the White Dragon King, Yalin had to admit that the Dragon King's past memories and experiences had indeed had some impact on his personality. Gradually, Yalin began to be unable to tell whether he was pretending to be acting? He really integrated into this new identity and became the ancient Dragon King!
At first, Yalin just thought that he could play this time travel and the agreement with the 'Panda' as an SLG strategy game, but now Yalin knows that even with the assistance of the summoning system, this complete reality is not like in the game. You can do whatever you want. The most important thing is that there is no sl** here. Coupled with the recent warnings and tasks given by 'Panda', the huge pressure makes Yalin become more and more unscrupulous.
tyrant!
Although in the world history of Yalin's previous life, there were countless emperors with the title of tyrant, some became kings of subjugated countries and were reviled and ridiculed by the world, while others were able to achieve immortal feats and were praised by the world as the emperor of the ages. The difference is that the former only uses terror and cruelty to satisfy their own selfish desires, while the latter uses it to develop and maintain the country's rule.
From the beginning, he decided to create an image of a dragon king who rules with terror and ruthlessness, but Yalin does not want to become a tyrant who enjoys killing and cruelty. Cruelty and terror are only means to achieve the goal, and must not be for everyone. Abused for selfish desires.
suddenly see the light! Yalin stood up and left the Ice Crystal Hall. No matter how majestic the Ice Crystal Hall was, the lonely and cold atmosphere always made Yalin a little uncomfortable. On the steps outside the hall, Yalin, who was under direct sunlight, felt that his body and mind seemed to be warm at this moment. A little bit.
"It looks like the weather is nice!"
The sky was cloudless and clear. It was not a bad thing to stop the blizzard occasionally and enjoy the sunshine. When we walked to a cliff, Yalin leaned on the fence and overlooked the city of Ulduar below. The gentle gaze is like looking at one's own child. Watching the whole city being built day by day, the sense of achievement and joy is really difficult to describe in words.
Someone is coming!
Suddenly, Yalin discovered that two familiar mental waves were coming towards here, namely Alulu and Elojier. There is also a weaker spirit, but it has a familiar frost aura, it should be an ice elf.
In a second thought, Yalin turned his body into transparent and hid it.
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Located one kilometer below the city of Ulduar, the huge 'Forger's Hall' is a holy place for craftsmen. It is the most anticipated place for blacksmiths who are eager to create magical weapons that will last forever. There was the boiling sound of the furnace, the roar of the dwarves, and the sound of hammers hitting metal. For ordinary people, the huge and chaotic sound is enough to make people dizzy, but for the dwarves who regard forging as their second life, the most sacred and gorgeous music is being played here.
"Bring all the backup magic crystals and speed up the extraction of lava. Don't let the temperature of the furnace drop!"
The dwarf craftsman leader Sorak shouted with a loud voice. After forging the legendary weapon 'Frost Scale Thorn', Sorak and the tauren leader Nota had to recuperate their hands for a month due to frostbite, but for Sorak It is said that this kind of day without being able to swing a hammer is simply a kind of torture. Even if the restless dwarf is temporarily unable to use his hands, he still has to run to the forging hall to feel the passionate atmosphere.
"Damn it! You swing the hammer like a damn bitch. Did you really grow up eating grass for such a big man?"
"Hold it harder for me. Use the strength you had when you were a child to suck milk. Don't tell me you're missing two things down there!"
Solak's hands were wrapped in bandages, but he still stood next to a tauren craftsman and cursed and taught. Blacksmithing, strong liquor, a straightforward and fiery temper, and 'talking dirty'┉┉Sorak, who was born from the summoning system, perfectly inherited the 'good' and 'bad' habits of all the dwarves in the world!
The tauren craftsman blushed and swung the hammer desperately at Sorak's curses. At this time, a frost elf mage ran over sweating profusely and whispered a few words in Sorak's ear.
Solak nodded and said, "Are you awake? I fucking know it. Let's go back and take a look."
The Forger's Hall is a very huge place, with almost half of the mountain cliff dug into a hollow. In addition to the main huge furnaces, there are also material rooms, storage warehouses, assembly areas, personal studios, rest areas, and craftsmen's dormitories. Everything is available. The dwarves and tauren who come here can almost stay at home. There are goblins at any time responsible for transporting various ores and daily necessities.
certainly! Only 40% of the huge blacksmith's hall has been cleared so far. Especially in the assembly area, there are a large number of semi-finished golems piled up like mountains. Ulduar City, which is seriously short of manpower, cannot summon more people to clean up. And rest work can only temporarily allow these half-finished golems to continue to pile up in place.
Sorak followed the elf mage back to the rest area. As soon as he walked through the door, a voice no less loud than Sorak was expressing his characteristic dwarf gratitude.
"Okay, you white-haired long-eared elves, we Thunderstone dwarves are not that weak. Don't worry, I'm fine. Untie all these bandages for me, they're annoying to me!"
The thunderstone dwarf with a wine red beard was sitting up impatiently from the bed. He pulled off the bandage in three swipes and ignored the elf maid's dissuasion. When he accidentally touched the wound that had not been completely healed, the dwarf was like a Huanggang rock. The hard face still twitched slightly. in the room
There were dwarves lying on the twenty-two large beds. Some of the seriously injured dwarves were still in a comatose state after being unfrozen and receiving treatment.
Gulu~Gulu~
"Hey! Long-eared one, is there anything to eat? I'm starving to death." The burgundy-bearded dwarf seemed to have no concept of host and guest at all, and treated the frost and snow elf here as if it were his own home.
When Sorak walked into the room, the wine-red bearded dwarf was already feasting, and there were two or three empty plates and meat bones piled next to him.
Seeing Sorak, the burgundy-bearded dwarf was stunned for a moment and immediately stood up, clenching his fists and patting his chest, regardless of the grease in his mouth: "Thunderstone Dwarf Dinktil!"
"Sorak the Mountain Dwarf!"
Solak also responded with the same gesture. Apparently, the Thunderstone Dwarf named Dinktil had a much better attitude than the Frost Elf after seeing his compatriots. Although they were not from the same tribe, they were still compatriots after all.
"Mountain Dwarves? So we have reached the Qiongya Mountains now?"
"This is the Yanold Mountains, directly below the Peak of Hillia." Sorak also sat down in front of Dinktil.
Dink Tier's eyes became solemn. The Yanold Mountains are located in the deepest part of the Mist Forest. They are a huge mountain range that spans the east and west sides of the continent. Terrifying snowstorms rage most of the year. Don’t the mountain dwarves all live near the Qiongya Mountains in the west of the continent? When did they migrate to the Yanold Mountains? Come to think of it, how do you survive in the snowy mountains
Wait a moment! Now is not the time to discuss this issue! Dinktil was startled and suddenly remembered something. With the help of the Holy City’s internal agents, his group launched a riot in the mine and escaped. They were defeated by the army along the way and fled in all directions. Finally, some people entered the Kingdom of Saxony. It seemed that they encountered human mercenaries and started fighting, and then┉┉then┉┉dragon! When a giant dragon suddenly appeared on the battlefield, he lost consciousness before he could react. When he woke up, he was already in this room.
"Hey~ wait! Brother Solak, tell me what happened?" Dink Tier punched the table, and the food plate splashed with oil and water.
Solak wiped the oil on his face with his sleeve, tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "To put it simply, our master, the ruler of the Yanold Mountains, the ancient dragon king Yalin, sent someone to save your lives. Then Lord Yalin hopes that you will all stay and be loyal to him. "
The dwarf's straightforward character allowed Sorak to state Yalin's request without any modification, and Dinktil was immediately stunned.
"The ruler of the Yanord Mountains? The ancient dragon king? He saved us┉┉ and then expected us to be loyal to him?" Dinktil looked at Sorak with confusion in his eyes: "Could you be enslaved?"
Upon hearing Dinktir's words, Sorak became angry as if a nerve in charge of exposure had been touched. "Fuck you! I have never experienced a life of slavery where I can eat meat and drink alcohol every day, and then swing a hammer to my heart's content."
But when you think about it, Dink Tier's suspicion is not without reason. He just escaped from the hands of the slaves, and now he is suddenly asked to be loyal to another unknown existence. It is inevitable that people will not be suspicious.