In front of me is the majestic tomb hall, and the dome is full of long paintings of war. After pushing open the thick stone door, there are countless coffins in front of me, guarding a huge stone pivot in a solemn and dignified way. The stone pivot is backed by the wall, and a cold crown is quietly lying on the top of the stone pivot, and sleeping for ten thousand years.

In addition to retaining the rich atmosphere of the dwarf style, the entire building has gradually become tainted with the solemnity and sacredness of the Pope Hall over the past ten thousand years. Whether it is the everlasting candle or the strong contrast of light and darkness, it makes people feel the tragic coming towards them. This tragic will only come from the temples of heroes and the tombs of brave men. It is obvious that this is it.

From the arrangement of the temple tomb, you can see how careful and solemn the silver hand that buried them was - this is simply unimaginable, because the first hegemony war was a bloody battle of revenge and freedom. There were more than 10 billion creatures involved. The blood produced by hatred and death could simply fill the endless sea. All that remains on the continent was hatred and madness. Unknown that the oppression and blood debt of the sun, the years triggered a ruthless battle of extinction. Even the most peaceful Paladins and Druids took action without any mercy. Wherever the druids passed, they were basically a scorched earth left by the joint fire forbidden spell, and the Pope Hall had done many purifications, let alone violent war craziness and flesh-and-blood controls.

——But it was this crazy day of war that a dwarf army was buried by the strongest legion of the Pope Hall, and was even carefully cared for thousands of years after the war, never cut off every year.

"We are the Hand of Silver, I am the leader of the Holy Viagra, Boval, the last dwarf army was destroyed here. A hill king and his loyal guards were buried here. May their big stones accept these immortal souls generously." Caesar stroked the monument standing in front of the hall. The engravings on it still flowed with endless radiance of holy light, which lasted for thousands of years. It can still leave traces of nearly immortality under the washing of time. He is worthy of being the commander of the Hand of Silver.

"Big Stone - the thing that dwarves worship is not that kind of ethereal legend, but a real stone, the earth under the feet. The main body of the mountains, the stone of the building, and the stone of the big stone are in every corner around them." Hannibal whispered, "Every dwarf believes that the soul after death will be integrated with the big stone. The soul of kindness and courage will make the big stone stronger, and the soul of hypocrisy and cowardice will make the big stone fragile. So what the dwarf wants to do most is to prove their own value."

Caesar did not respond. He marched towards the coffin in the center, and probably the center guarded by the heroic soul was the king of the hills who died in battle.

His eyes pointed to the wall against Shi Shu, which was written in two words. The words with clear edges and no strokes should be the dwarf's Adruen text, while the delicate but elegant text beside it is the human language - it is obvious that according to the font, this is also a translation similar to the annotation left by the leader of the Holy Via Wanqin, Boval.

Although civilization has evolved a lot over the past ten thousand years, the text has not undergone fundamental changes. Although Caesar could not understand the Dwarf's words, he could understand the Paladin's annotations, and he read it softly.

"In memory, our country is vast and infinite, endless, stretching across the mountain of frost, and the number of dwarves is immeasurable. Be cautious in glory and never surrender, and always protect the hammer and stove..."

"For the sudden arrival of humans, our memory gives no explanation. There is only doubt. It seems that this weak and miserable race has gained the courage and strength to fight the world overnight, and they appear before us."

"A legion of the most elite warriors of mankind poured into our kingdom like a frenzy. The warriors fought hard, and countless compatriots disappeared forever in this catastrophe. But just like an epic, heroes always have to stand up before disaster."

"If this is the choice of the big stone, someone must take on such a duty. This fate is so difficult and glorious that only I can carry it. From the first time I picked up the hammer, I had the same dream as other dwarves. The greatest wish of this life is to fight to death in a war without chance. Then someone witnessed my deeds and compiled it into songs and sang it-and then, my soul will return to the big stone, those real stones surrounding us, the houses above our heads, the earth under our feet, the statues and the building's roots. The soul of kindness and kindness will make the big stone stronger, and the soul of hypocrisy and evil makes the big stone fragile. I am ready to protect my stove, my home, my nation forever."

"I am Thor Thor, the last king of the hills, and I am on the order of the council to form the last line of defense, and the dwarves will never surrender."

Standing in front of this stone wall, Caesar remained silent for a long time, shifting his eyes from the Paladin's translation to the original text left by Thor Thor. The axe-like mark incorporated the writer's unwilling determination. Ten thousand years ago, the king of hills stood in front of this stone wall like him, and his ears were echoing the bad news of the loss of the front line and the unstoppable power of the human army - the national weapon was broken and in danger.

Someone must stand up, and someone must become a hero, even if it means sacrifice.

At that time, Thor probably never believed in his life that he would become a hero like he did at that time. The warhammer in his hand was so real - if he held it tightly, he wanted to hold his destiny tightly. He stood in front of the stone wall, recalled his life briefly and proudly, and then issued military orders to complete the last meaningful thing in his life.

——The paladins formed a sharp and strong formation. The neat champion charge broke through the super-long spear formation guarded by the secret room at the first time. The swords and holy warriors strangled the bleeding colors, the halo of the prayer masters and the leader, the holy light that enveloped the entire audience, and the unstoppable knights under the blessing of various holy lights.

——The dwarves soon lost their unified command, and the large army was crowded in a relatively narrow space and was soon divided into countless small pieces. The paladins who were advancing in a cascade raised their war shields and spears, and began to fight head-on with the powerful blessing of the holy light.

——The killing continues.

——Thor, who had cast the gods descended to earth at the first time, was wrapped in thick rock armor, blocking the bombardment of the holy lightning and the raid of the sword blade. The thunder hammer in his hand either burst out a brilliant lightning, or came out of his hand, spinning back after injuring or killing an enemy, and fell gently into Thor's hand.

——However, in front of the established Paladin, personal strength has no meaning. It will always be gradually dragged down by the Paladin's unparalleled combat endurance and battlefield survival ability. Paladins who advocate discipline and order understand the meaning of cooperation better than anyone else.

——The soldiers around them fell down one by one, fell into blood and mud, and the warhammer rolled weakly.

——The proud Storm Hammer combat skill has been completely sealed by the Paladin’s Blessing Hammer and cannot exert its power.

——Thor was surrounded by dozens of paladins in the core. The knights formed a row of five, raised their war shields and approached them cautiously.

——Elements and weakened auras burst out on the rock armor, and the rich and liquid holy light guarded the brave knight. He waved the battle axe and thunder hammer with the body of the rock like a god descending to earth, but the knight who was injured every time would be completely healed by the holy light that swarmed up in the next moment, and he could no longer achieve any results.

——The Paladin broke through the defense circle of Thunder Hammer, and speed was the biggest flaw of the gods descending to earth.

——The tall tower shield squeezed his body, limiting his movements and blocking his huge force.

——The Paladins threw away the scepter and mace in their hands and drew out the sharp short sword from their waists.

——The revenge combat skills fluctuate the elemental glow, the enthusiastic combat skills flashed with scorching sword light, and the exquisite sword skills drove the short sword, stabbed in through the cracks of the rock armor.

——He roared loudly and struggled to resist with all his might. The huge force even led the approaching more than a dozen paladins to move their steps, but this was futile after all. Until a brilliant light of sunlight, composed purely of holy light, pierced into his heart.

——A hunting ended. The paladins drew out their short swords, picked up the sword and scepter again, adjusted their breathing, and threw themselves into the siege elsewhere. No one cared about the fallen Thor, nor did anyone look at the Thunder hammer surrounded by lightning. It seemed that they were only killing enemies that were not worth mentioning, as if the rolling artifact was just a tattered hammer.

——In the wreckage of blood and mud, Thor seemed to want to say something, but his eyes showed regret. However, more of it was relief. Before he died in battle, he tried his best to do his whole life's military strategy and force, and used his own and his subordinates' lives to delay the way forward step by step. The preciousness soaked in blood had left a spark of survival for the dwarves.

——This is a battle without victory or failure.

——But Thor, who was still struggling to swing his hammer at a disadvantage, must have echoed in his mind the figure of himself standing in front of the stone wall and looking back at the past. At that time, I was like myself now, with a heart without fear, and I don’t know sorrow, and only peace.

——Because from beginning to end, the reason for the battle is so simple and absolute, and there is no room for regret or necessity.

——That is, bleed with the person you want to protect.

As if attracted by a mysterious force, Caesar's hand slowly raised and extended to the remains of Thor left on the rock wall. A strange feeling suddenly rose in his mind. The iron-painted silver hook-like handwriting suddenly magnified infinitely in his vision. Every stroke of the dragon and the phoenix danced seemed to have a substantial spiritual will wander. In the perception of Caesar's soul, these words were twisted and changed, and the golden light formed lines connecting each other, integrating these strange Aderuen words—

—He suddenly understood the meaning and will contained in these words, not Thor's last words, but the most precious wealth he left behind. Ten thousand years ago, the King of the Hill stood in front of this wall and reviewed his life, made a promise to death, and with his life's no regrets and determination and final protection and vows, he left the seeds of the inheritance of the secret method of the gods descending to the earth in the end. This secret method of soul inheritance carries Thor's too strong personal emotions, but suddenly agreed with the sigh of the Heavenly King of the Temple of War Ten thousand years later...

A seed containing the spiritual inheritance of Thor Thor quietly took root in Caesar's soul.

Caesar naturally closed his eyes. The spiritual seeds left by Thor on the stone wall contained the lifelong belief and combat literacy of the King of the Hill. Although the most precious secret method of the god descending to the earth could not be directly practiced due to blood problems, the abnormal movement of the soul woke up the sleeping demon dragon. Tagueo loudly despised the barbarian's luck.

...It is obvious that even if you can't transform like the King of Hills, the unique body refining technique and power secret technique of the dwarf clan will bring the terrifying power of the barbarian to the next level. After all, although Caesar does not have the blood of a dwarf, he has a good relationship with the dragon...

"Tagio." Caesar asked, "...Can I become a dragon according to the secret method of the gods descending to earth?"

"You can transform into a magic barbarian Akai..." Tagueo said coldly, "Try it... see if you can die."

"Oh. I'll try." Caesar took a few steps back, closed his eyes, and the air flowed in his body. The power around him began to run along the trajectory of the secret method of the gods descending to the earth, calling for the sleeping power in his body. Almost instantly, a violent force burst out from the depths of his soul. The incarnation of Tagueo, who was left in Caesar's body, suddenly attacked. Then, Athena's sighing power roared out, and a golden light suddenly surged out from Caesar's body, lingering around Caesar like a burning fog.

"...Hey! You're really here!" Tagueo was shocked. Isn't this guy afraid of blood vessels bursting?

"...I feel much stronger." Caesar suddenly opened his eyes. What is amazing is that his eyes had turned into a faint green, and his black thorn hair immediately turned into a dazzling golden color, and it became longer. Then his eyebrows also turned into a faint golden color, with golden flames surrounding him. They were beating violently, emitting a dangerous aura...

"..." The Void Dragon was silent for a moment, and he opened his teeth and claws, "Are you [Bee--] Mountain?"

"This line is very cool. Well, let's look, fortunately there is no tail..." This state lasted for only a moment, and Caesar returned to normal. The blonde and golden eyebrows returned to black, and the flames disappeared. The pupils also turned into deep black. Caesar raised his hand and looked at his palm, "That's right, the secret method of the gods descending to earth to the greatest extent. The scope is not only limited to the bloodline of the dwarf. If you modify it..."

The barbarian exclaimed: "...It's really a good thing for him."

"First..." Caesar said, "Everyone with mixed blood can be used, and the Dragon Destroyer's Magicians have made a lot of money. Secondly, if you stimulate the power of blood, the beast tribe seems to be able to benefit greatly..."

"First of all, I have to copy a copy and send it to the Temple of War, so that the old guys can deduce a safe North-based version..."

"Let's give me a new name, after all, the name of the god descending to earth reminds people of a certain master of the inner steward..."

"..." Tagueo looked at Caesar's cuteness and said coldly, "Escape cannot solve the problem. You should first consider whether to return Thor's inheritance to the dwarf."

"Okay... As a warrior and guardian, I admire Thor's ideals and beliefs. I should return this inheritance to the dwarves..." Caesar had a bitter face and looked helpless. "But when this thing returns to the hands of the dwarves, God knows what kind of butterfly effect will occur. Maybe the dwarves will continue to become stronger, unify the underground world, and then launch a revenge counterattack on the ground. The consequences are really unpredictable... I will not give it to you. For the so-called warriors' ethics and pride, I will send such an important thing back to the dwarves, so that they will become powerful in the future and counterattack humans, causing casualties to innocent people... Don't be so stupid."

"No, shouldn't you say such a confident word as "I lost to humans ten thousand years ago, but I can't beat us ten thousand years ago," or such a domineering word as "I beat you ten thousand years ago, and it's my turn today." The confidence of the king is a good opportunity to pretend to be [beep--]!" Tagueo bewitched.

"No, if you can beat it, you will definitely beat it. Even if the dwarves can unify the underground world, it will not pose any threat to us." Caesar scratched his head, "But, after all, this is a war that can be avoided, isn't it? The upcoming invasion of hell is enough for us to be overwhelmed. If the sacrifice of innocent people can be avoided and there will be no big losses to me, why not do it?"

"You have changed." There seemed to be some inexplicable emotions in Tagueo's voice.

"Yes... the source of my strength to become stronger is not the boiling fighting spirit and the strength of my heart, but more and more people who need my protection. Therefore, this choice that seems to make the mood flawed is meaningless to me. What I value is not the so-called glory of warriors, but the people standing with me." Caesar nodded, "So, the glory of the king is not the result of invasion and conquest, but the unwilling dedication and unparalleled loyalty of the subjects, which please me."

The barbarian stroked Thor's coffin, awe-inspiring respect flashed in his eyes, and then turned around and left.

——Anyway, this is what you gave to me. I did not ask you to teach me, nor did I promise you to return the goods to the original owner.

——Although the best solution is not to be eliminated, as long as the spiritual inheritance is directly crushed, the secret method of the gods descending to earth and the dwarf combat skills in the inheritance are really itchy, and it can make the weak orcs who have accumulated years find the way to become stronger and destroy them rashly. It is really an idiot, and they are not allowed to do anything without moral integrity...

"... That's it. Although I put myself in my shoes and I admire your beliefs, you and I have things that I have to worry about. The pride of a mere warrior is really nothing. If you have no moral integrity, you will be unconscientious. I will go and see you when I have time." Caesar waved his hand at Thor's coffin and turned around and left, "...At worst, if you dwarves are almost crippled by the dark elves in the future, I will help you. Of course it is paid. I will give you some more. Don't treat us barbarians as suckers. Yes, I'm just trying to make a decision. I have the will to bite me..."

Caesar went to meet with Hannibal in a mess, but at this moment, a loud bang suddenly came from behind!

"...Hey! I'm just talking, you don't have to take it seriously!" Caesar was startled. Hearing the sharp wind behind him, the barbarian instantly accelerated and flashed to the left. The fury of the Thunder King's rage flashed and fell into his right hand to protect his whole body. "Hannibal! Thor is cheating, use your holy light to shine him to death!"

...If you say you turn against each other, you will turn against each other. (To be continued...)

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