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Chapter 500 Dwarf
Bestal Continent.

Looking at the world map, this continent is located in the southeast region.

On the continent, the main active ethnic group now is the orcs. Thousands of years ago, the Dwarf Empire collapsed and a large number of dwarves also migrated here.

Elves and halflings are also active in this area.

There are still many areas on this continent that are the territories of the elves, which also shows that the elves are still sitting in the position of world hegemony.

Somewhere on the continent, there is a fortress built on the mountainside.

Xuefeng Fort is the name of this fortress.

Built on the hillside, its architectural complex is almost a city carved out of the mountains.

This architectural style is undoubtedly dwarven.

In the throne room.

The important dwarves of this fortress gather here.

Sitting on the throne is a dwarf castle lord, the owner of this castle and the patriarch of this clan.

On this continent, at this time, there are not many dwarves who still live and develop in clans.

Interestingly, Sergio is also standing in the throne room, along with some of the Night Watchmen.

However, most of the night watchmen here are dwarves and halflings, as well as a few humans.

In the center of the hall, a tall barbarian wearing animal skins was tied up with chains and forced to kneel on the ground.

He has many inhuman features, including some bone spurs and horns growing out of his face, disgusting abscesses, and an arm that looks completely inhuman.

He exudes an almost impossible-to-ignore evil god's magic power, or rather, chaos magic power.

This is a follower of an evil god.

"Aka, you are migrating? Why?"

The dwarf lord, Litva, sitting on the throne, asked in a dull voice.

"Shorty, now sit on your damn iron seat and wait for death to come. My master will come through the wind and snow to bring natural disasters to you!"

It was obvious that he had no intention of answering any questions from the Dwarf Lord.

“Evil God’s lackeys, even if you don’t say anything, we know clearly that you are gathering towards Glacier Harbor.

Building ships along the coast, where is your goal? Abandoning your homes and following the will of the evil god, where are you heading?
Do you think we wouldn’t know?”

Next to Sergio was the first group of night watchmen who had arrived on this continent a long time ago and had not been seen for a long time.

Lurik, the sage of the Gray Mountain Dwarves.

Looking at the dwarf who was speaking, the barbarian's tone was no longer full of disdain.

Instead, he said in an angry voice: "Sage Iron Staff, you destroyed my tribe, and now you dare to make that damned sound in front of me!"

As he spoke, he struggled hard, and the chains that bound him rattled.

As one of the earliest Night's Watchmen to arrive on this continent, Lurik can almost be said to be the Night's Watchman most hated and most familiar to all the evil god apostles on this continent.

On this continent, almost all of the evil god's apostles gathered on the northern ice field.

The various barbarian tribes living in cold regions almost completely turned to the evil god and became the main fighting force under his command.

Including the ice field and the various evil races and wilderness monsters in the areas it covers, it can be said that the evil god's large army has gathered here.

When the Night's Watch was first established, the evil god had already cast a tiny bit of his attention here.

It was not until the Night's Watch thwarted the rise of the vampires that the evil gods turned their attention elsewhere without hesitation.

Many dwarves, orcs, halflings, and even followers of the evil gods of the elves also left the civilized areas and headed towards the ice fields.

When Lurek came to this continent.

Most of the forces on this continent have been seriously disturbed by these barbarians, and the situation is getting worse.

If Lurik had not brought the Night's Watch to help various forces build an internal patrol system for the evil god's believers, they would have been even more chaotic.

Lurik remained expressionless in the face of the barbarian's words, practically ignoring them. Who knew which tribe he was the leader of? Lurik and the Night's Watch had taken out dozens of tribes of evil god believers; it was impossible for him to know them all.

He continued to talk to himself: "In another distant continent, the invaders you believe in have suffered a heavy defeat once again.

Yet they still had a chance, so you followed the oracle of your evil gods and set out to travel to unknown lands, to die in unknown lands."

The barbarian stopped talking.

His silence almost indicated that Lurik's guess was correct, and such a thing was indeed happening on the northern ice field.

A large number of warships were built, and these warriors crossed the dangerous oceans on these ships and headed to unknown places.

"You thought that worshipping the evil god would bring a better life to your tribe, but now your master wants you to die for some rats, weak beings that you think are barely worthy of survival."

Lurik, who had been fighting with them for a long time, knew the worldview of these barbarians clearly and provoked them with the most disgusting words.

"The master has shown us the road ahead, where we will carve out a new home, a warm and comfortable home."

"hehe."

Lurek was too lazy to waste time talking to this barbarian. His behavior had already confirmed his guess.

He took off the battle axe from his waist and walked towards the center.

He came to the side of the barbarian and looked at the owner of this area who was sitting on the throne.

After receiving a nod of agreement, he raised the axe and chopped it down.

The body turned into ashes after death.

“Every time I see these beings die, it reassures me of Mother Earth’s will.”

Litva said with a sigh from the throne.

Only then would you notice the old face of the dwarf named Litva.

His beard was white and long, reaching down to his ankles.

This is a manifestation of his wisdom and majesty. Of course, if he is doing normal actions or fighting, he still needs to weave it well.

But this also proves the age of this dwarf.

A legend.

"Sergio, the future dwarf king, now speak your thoughts and demands in front of us as witnesses."

He said so.

Gathered here were not only dwarves from their tribe, but also dwarves from the surrounding areas and even farther away.

And the dwarf merchants who come here to purchase.

He had the qualifications, as he had once been a member of the Dwarf Kingdom, but at that time he was just an ordinary warrior.

There is no doubt that age is a very important indicator among dwarves.

These white-bearded elders are the dwarves' most precious possessions.

Sergio nodded.

Walked to the center and stepped on the ashes.

"Some of our compatriots have forgotten the glory and no longer clearly know the splendour of our ancestors.

In that continent, to our north, across the Arctic Ocean, lies the home of the Dwarves."

As he said this he drew his sword.

The glory of the golden blood.

“And I have ambitions here, and I need like-minded people, pioneers, hot-blooded short-bearded people, to go back there with me.

Restore the glory of our fathers, rebuild the splendor of the dwarves, and return... to our homeland."

Thus, Sergio, as a member of the Night's Watch, a Golden Blood, and the one chosen by his ancestors, issued a call to the dwarves of this continent.

(End of this chapter)