"Boom——"
I saw a blazing white pillar of fire tearing through the sky, emitting thousands of rays of light, descending like a divine punishment, and rushed straight to the chest of the dwarf king.
"For the glory of the shield dwarf clan!" Ed swung his war hammer and let out a heart-rending roar, releasing all the remaining vitality in his body.
"Rumble!"
In an instant, the ground trembled, countless dust and gravel flew, and a small mountain range rose rapidly from the ground, blocking the dwarf like a giant shield. forward.
"Boom!"
The pillar of fire bombarded the giant rock shield. The ultimate fire element and earth element, these two completely different forces collided and intertwined with each other, setting off an earth-shattering explosion.
Misha, or more accurately, the pillar of fire released by Cassius in the air, was like a hot knife thrust into a block of butter, instantly piercing the rock, and the red lava flowed slowly. , making a crackling sound.
Under this explosion, thick smoke and fierce fire shrouded everything within a few hundred meters.
No one, whether it was the dwarf warriors holding on to the fortress or the soldiers and officers of the empire, could see clearly what was going on and could only sigh sincerely.
"Moradin is above"
"Oh God, this is simply a punishment from heaven!"
"No, His Majesty Ed will not die. We shield dwarves were born from the furnace. Even such an explosion cannot destroy us!"
The dwarves watched the explosion nervously, arguing with each other while resisting the empire's attack, for fear that the king they were loyal to would die! .
"Misha-sama!"
"This is the power of His Majesty Cassius! Dwarves, your king is dead, give up your useless resistance!"
"Long live the Empire!"
The imperial army broke out again The soldiers cheered warmly, waving their weapons and showing off their power.
They have seen this kind of scene countless times, and it always ends with the enemies who overestimate their own capabilities and dare to stand in the way of the empire being reduced to ashes.
The lava cooled and made a crunching sound. The smoke dissipated under the strong wind, and a huge hole several meters in diameter was drilled into the raised mountain range, like a tunnel formed by a violent explosion. .
Behind the mountains, the dwarf king knelt on the ground, motionless. The body made of rock was charred and blackened, and was covered in devastation, just like a burned stone sculpture.
The left chest where his heart is located is also empty, leaving a dark hole, which has obviously been pierced by a pillar of fire.
“Hoo——”
The strong wind blew through the gap in the chest of the dwarf stone sculpture, and a mournful whistling sound sounded.
Suddenly, on the wall of Avendeldan, the hammers and axes in the hands of the dwarves fell to the ground one after another, making a crisp "clang" sound.
They looked at each other in confusion at first, feeling extremely confused and at a loss. Their minds were buzzing, and it was as if a tight string in their hearts had suddenly broken.
His Majesty Ed died like this?
The dwarves either stood there blankly, or shook their heads slightly, or murmured to themselves: "No, no, Your Majesty Ed."
"This is impossible. .”
“No, no”
Immediately afterwards, the dwarves looked at the broken stone sculptures in the distance, and suddenly they trembled and cried loudly. They even knelt on the ground and banged their heads on the ground, splattering blood all over the city wall.
Dwarves have always been a straightforward race and do not hide their feelings.
At this moment, huge sadness hit the hearts of the dwarves heavily. They could not even believe that the invincible king had died like this.
“No——”
“Your Majesty Ed!”
"He won't die, he is the Lord of the Mountain!"
It wasn't until a few minutes later that the remaining shield dwarf warriors finally accepted this cruel fact:
The man who has always protected Their Lord of the Mountain, King of Avendeldan, and the dwarf king they followed and trusted, Ed Klein, died under the flames of the evil dragon.
At this moment, the dwarves lost their most solid backing.
“Damn the Evil Dragon Familiar!”
"I want to avenge His Majesty Ed! I want to die with you!"
"For His Majesty Ed!"
The remaining dwarf warriors were red-eyed, and they let out a furious war cry. , rushing towards the imperial soldiers like crazy, some even jumped off the city wall, trying to bring back Ed's body.
“Bang!”
“Bang! Bang!”
"Hahaha, go to hell with your rotten stone king!"
However, what greeted the dwarves was the cold muzzles and ruthless taunts of the imperial soldiers. For this unsystematic attack, The Imperial infantry dealt with it with particular ease.
Under the roaring gunfire, the dwarves fell to the ground one after another.
But even before death, these loyal dwarf warriors were staring in the direction of Ed's body, struggling to stretch out their blood-stained hands, with warm tears streaming from their eyes.
“Your Majesty.”
"Your Majesty Ed."
Seeing that the dwarf king was completely dead, the shadow of the giant dragon in the sky slowly dissipated and turned into flowing flames.
Misha also relaxed and let out a soft hum. Her pupils returned to their normal golden color, and the majestic dragon power suddenly disappeared.
Obviously, Cassius ended the "possession" and Misha regained control of her body.
The flying dragon is particularly envious of Misha's "unique favor" treatment, and is even a little jealous.
——As the veteran of the Burning Nest, he obviously has far more seniority than Misha and is more qualified to sign a contract with the master.
But seeing this scene, Smaug still didn't care about anything else and came forward. A flattering smile appeared on the dragon's face, with sticky saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth: "Miss Misha, you are worthy of being my master's representative. ."
"You are wrong. This is not due to me, but to the master's grace." Misha shook her head slightly, and then pointed to the sky.
After regaining control of her body, Misha was extremely excited and her heart was beating fast - being controlled by the great Burning Emperor is obviously something to be proud of and an incomparable honor. things.
After briefly calming down, Misha looked at the remains of the dwarf in the distance and couldn't help but sigh: "This is the power of my Lord. Even just a thought can produce such terrifying power. ”
"Yes."
Smaug flapped his wings, waggled his tail, and echoed beside Misha.
"Very good, clean up the battlefield and prepare to enter the city." Misha turned her head and saw that the progress in Avendeldan City was also going smoothly.
The imperial soldiers are marching in an orderly manner, forming a neat formation, easily killing the crazy dwarf warriors with guns and cannons, and are about to complete the final work and completely occupy the fortress. Suddenly, a desolate elegy echoed over Aiwendeldan, the voice was hoarse, revealing endless sorrow.
"When you no longer open your sacred eyes and remain silent."
The surrounding imperial soldiers raised their heads curiously, and saw an old dwarf standing at the top of the palace, bowing his head. Singing.
——He is Bjorn Rayleigh, a veteran who has followed the Lord of the Mountains for three generations and has lived for more than three hundred years. He is known as the living fossil of the dwarves.
At this moment, the old dwarf was unkempt, his clothes were ragged, and his body was covered with traces of war, but his eyes were extremely firm, as if he had made some kind of determination.
Bjorn is a believer of Dumasson, the "Silent Conservative". Among their customs, the funeral that represents death is the most important.
The priest who presides over the funeral must compose a song to honor the life and deeds of the deceased dwarf, a song that is never sung aloud in honor of the eternally silent Dumathorn.
At this moment, Bjorn was singing in a low voice, holding the last funeral for the dead Ed.
According to the original practice, the corpse's personal symbols, clan symbols and beliefs will also be woven into the beard of the deceased, but Bjorn did not have the ability to do so when surrounded by enemies.
The old dwarf had no choice but to lean on his crutches tremblingly and continue to sing: "Holy hero, you dedicated your soul to your subjects and your body to the earth."
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The imperial soldier asked, "Sir, do we want to kill that old guy?" Execution to avoid future troubles.”
Across the city, other imperial soldiers also received almost identical orders.
These imperial soldiers obeyed the order, raised their rifles, aimed at the old dwarf at the top of the palace, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
“Bang!”
"Bang! Bang!"
A messy gunshot sounded. Bjorn staggered a few steps, and several blood flowers suddenly bloomed on his chest.
Immediately afterwards, bleeding holes appeared on the old dwarf's head, abdomen and even legs. He collapsed weakly on the ground, with blood everywhere.
But even so, with a smile on his lips, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and still hummed dutifully: "Heroes who have devoted everything to protect the kingdom, the mountains will become yours."< br>
The dwarf’s voice became weaker and weaker, gradually turning into a subtle buzzing, and finally fell into complete silence.
Until his death, Bjorn did not close his eyes. His head tilted and happened to face the direction of Ed's broken body. His mouth full of blood opened slightly, as if there were still thousands of words he could not say.
At the head of the city of Avendeldan, the great goblin Drol crossed his arms, overlooking the devastated city of Avendeldan, and showed a satisfied smile: "It's finally over, here."
However, at this moment, the cold wind blew through the remains of the dwarf king, blowing through the gap in the chest again, making a sad sound.
"Huhu——"
"Hero who gave everything, the mountains will become your tombstone, and all things will mourn for you——"
The melody of that voice was exactly the same as the dirge sung by Bjorn!
Suddenly, Dror's expression changed suddenly, and he quickly turned his head and looked at the remains of the dwarf king in the distance.
Smaug howled in confusion, flapped his wings, and rose into the air again, ready for battle at any time.
And Misha also frowned, staring closely at the stone-like corpse, murmuring softly: "Can you say"
"Huh——"
A ray of light as deep as the earth fell from the sky, covering Ed Klein's remains.
In an instant, gravel splashed and dust filled the sky. The surrounding rocks gathered together, and the figure in the light became taller and burlier.
An unprecedented coercion spread, and even Misha felt a mountain pressing on her shoulders, making it difficult for her to fly.
“Damn it, what on earth is that thing?”
“Is the Lord of the Mountain resurrected?”
"How is that possible? He was obviously burned to death by Master Misha's flames. I saw it with my own eyes. Even his heart was burned clean!"
When the light dissipated, a person The broad-chested dwarf stood on the ground and appeared in everyone's sight.
He has hair and beard that look like they were carved from gray stone, earthy brown skin, and eyes of silver fire. His shoulders were as broad as most barns, and his arms were knotted and swollen with tense muscles
Even the warhammer in his hand turned into a pickaxe made of solidified magma—— Lava Hammer.
Judging from his face, people can vaguely see what Ed looks like, but his temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes.
"He is really resurrected!"
"Cassius!"
"What's the matter? Master Misha can kill him the first time, and she can kill him the second time. ! ”
“These damn dwarves are as hard as rocks, they should all be burned to ashes!”
Seeing such a miraculous scene, the soldiers and officers of the empire were shocked. There was a lot of discussion, and there was surprise on their faces, but they were not too afraid.
But Misha, Dror and other senior officials in the empire who knew the intelligence had solemn expressions, serious expressions, and even sweatdrops on their backs.
The great goblin Drol could not help but swallow, and tremblingly revealed the identity of the dwarf: "That is definitely not Ed Klein! That is the silent conservative, Dumasson! ”
Dumason, the silent guardian, the guardian hidden under the mountain, the shield of the mountain, is also the protector of the shield dwarves.
In dwarven legend, Dumathorn created a paradise for them beneath the peaks when Moradin appointed him as protector of the shield dwarves.
He created extremely beautiful natural caves and embedded them with rich and beautiful deposits of sparkling metals and sparkling crystal gems.
He felt pleasure and honor as he saw the gorgeous crafts the dwarves made from the ore they mined.
This silent conservative rarely speaks and communicates with gestures. He was never seen doing anything more than grunting or sighing in the presence of mortals.
As the guardian of the shield dwarf clan, any killing of shield dwarves will also make Dumason angry.
The dwarf in the distance, or Dumason who descended on Ed's broken body, looked around. Wherever he looked, there would be violent sandstorms.
“唰——”
At this moment, Dumasong looked at the devastated ground and the piled-up shield dwarf corpses. He let out a long sigh and looked sad, as if he was mourning for the earth and the shield dwarves.
Then, He suddenly raised his head, with uncontrollable anger in his eyes.
"Cassius, run!"
The imperial soldiers who saw him felt suffocated.
“Boom——”
There was a dull roar from the depths, and the earth trembled violently. The "silent guardian" did not speak, but was using the earth and the mountains to express his anger!
The whole Blackstone Mountain was shaking, it was a real earthquake! Buildings in the city of Avendeldan collapsed one after another, and bricks and stones fell on the imperial soldiers, causing them to wail. (End of this chapter)