Diablo Destruction

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"Boom--"

The giant tauren, like a **** of flames, stepped on the ground with one foot, and the earth suddenly shivered and cracked. From the cracks, the sky of flames exuded, and the inexplicable horror.

Thousands of dwarf warriors, stunned by his swallowing air, were stunned for a moment.

It glanced through the thousands of dwarves with eyes like flames, but the fire showed ice-like indifference, as if these thousands of powerful dwarf warriors, thousands of huge creepy iron Hammer, not at all in his eyes.

Then, with a very calm voice, he spoke slowly.

"Where is Muradin?"

The audience was shocked.

The ability to speak, and the emotional fluctuations are so strong, indicating that the strong enemy in front of him is not a projection. Moreover, he even said the name of the dwarf king. Who is he, and what does it have to do with Muradin?

"How about Muradin, let him come out, wouldn't he dare to see me?"

See everyone silently. Tauren amplifies the volume. Sheng Ruohong Bell. Even the eardrums are shocking. Compared to the dwarf king city, you can hear it clearly.

"I'm coming--"

The words just ended. A loud voice came from the other side of the dwarf king city. Everyone couldn't help but look back. I saw a black spot appearing above the dwarf king city. Then whizzed. Jump down from above.

I rely. So Diao? Just jump down. That's a few thousand kilometers above the ground!

In my dull eyes. The dwarf king Muradin's figure sagged straight. Wait until he looks clear. Everyone couldn't help fainting again.

This guy. He even wore a golden shimmering armor. Arm yourself to the teeth. Behind was a fiery cloak. The cloak blew up. Make him look like God of War...uh. Winter melon **** of war.

Does he want to exert the acceleration of gravity to the fullest?

In our eyes, Muradin is like an iron pimple that fell from thousands of kilometers. With a "bang", a huge pit was smashed on the ground. The smoke was filled with smoke. The appearance method was so powerful that he didn't lose at all. To the tauren.

The smoke was all over. Unfortunately, what we expected to see, the dwarf king Muradin was wearing gold armor, half-kneeled in the pit, and then slowly stood up. The whole body exuded a magnificent golden power and did not appear.

What appears to us is a big pit, and a "big" shape depression in the center of the big pit.

Tick ​​Tick--

In the silence of the crowd, after a few minutes of time, there was still no movement in the pit. This was when the dwarf seemed to wake up, and the three elders shouted.

"Quick, quick, the old man can't get out of the pit, dig him out soon."

So, the tens of meters short man put down the sledgehammer, jumped into the big pit in a hurry, digging for a while, and finally dug out Muradin with a gray face.

It’s so embarrassing, so embarrassing even for me outsiders, this is a classic example of the failure of Weiwei to counterattack the street.

"Yuck, yeah, can't you come help me earlier?"

Muradin, the old old melon, who was not ashamed, pushed away the dwarven warriors while scolding, and said with a muddy taste in his mouth, it was simply the wicked first to complain, he wanted to succeed in this way.

From beginning to end, like the two flames, the burning eyes of the ground, but the extremely cold Tauren, watched this farce quietly, and when Muradin got up, he finally spoke.

"You're still the same, nothing has changed, Muradin."

Hearing the tauren's words, his pupils suddenly froze, and Muradin raised his head, looking at the tauren, his eyes indifferent, and he couldn't see his anger.

"But you have changed a lot, haven't you? Ainaris!" His words were very plain, as if there was no direct statement with emotion.

Turned out to be two old acquaintances?

More than a thousand dwarf warriors present were a little puzzled, looking at Muradin, and then look at what Muradin called Ainaris Tauren. Be overwhelmed.

Behind, my arm was lightly patted, and I looked back. It turned out that sometime the elders also came down from the dwarf king city, but the dwarf king city began to retreat slowly, it seems that they wanted to go back.

"Don't you stay just in case?"

I pointed to the dwarf king city quietly away, and then glanced at Ainarisi, which is clearly a super **** powerhouse, leaving the dwarf king city behind, with a little confidence.

The elder shook his head: "The energy consumed by the dwarf king city is huge, and the energy required by the dwarf energy cannon is greater. Now there is no need to be in the God Penalty Mountain. There is lightning to replenish energy at any time, so although there is still enough energy now, we cannot It’s too dead, in case there is a slight difference, then the whole dwarf king city is over."

When I heard it, I thought it was the same reason. I thought about the dwarf king city going to the mountain range for a moment, the energy suddenly disappeared, and then the whole fell, rolling down from the God Penalty Mountain, then...

Think about it is a chilling thing.

No wonder the dwarves took out the dwarven king city for reconnaissance early in the morning. It turned out to be the truth. It seems that the king city is not without defects. It relies too much on the lightning energy on the mountain range of the God to punish the long-distance battle.

Watching the dwarf king city leave, I turned around and glanced at Muradin and Flame Tauren Ainaris, who were still talking to each other, and asked the elder.

"What's the matter with these two people, they look familiar?"

The elder stared closely at both sides, sighed, and muttered to himself.

"Ainaris? Didn't think it was him, that he manipulated the battle? This is also..." said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"What the **** is going on?" I asked persistently.

"More than a hundred years ago, Muradin had not succeeded to the throne, and Tualatin was not born. At that time, Muradin, just like Tualatin, was young and frivolous, like to run around. At that time, he met Aina Rhys, also a talented blacksmith, spent two years traveling together on the mainland for many years. Ainaris was also invited to the dwarf king city several times, so I still have a little impression of him..."

Speaking of this, the elder stared at Ainaris in a daze.

"He is indeed a talented blacksmith, even if compared with Muradin, he can’t lose much.

Is the talent of the sky a bit inferior to Muradin...

"Later, Muradin's father, the old dwarf king trend, Muradin came back to inherit the throne. Since then, he has not seen Ainaris again. He did not expect him to appear here, let alone, he..."

It turned out that there seemed to be something inside. I turned my eyes back to the two. At this time, Muradin and Ainaris also seemed to have ended their indifferent dialogue in the past, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. .

"Ainaris, why fall, join the hell, have you forgotten that your ancestors gave you glory?" Muradin said in a calm voice, and he could hear that he was trying hard to restrain his anger .

"Glory, hahaha—hahahaha—”

Ainaris repeated these two words, the flame pupil fluctuated suddenly, and suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so wildly...

"Muradin, my old friend, it seems that you have forgotten what we said when we traveled to the mainland together."

At the beginning, Muradin and Ainarisi both had unparalleled talents as master metrosmiths. The two had a common language and competed with each other. Their wood carvings were sprinting toward the pinnacle of the blacksmith, the artisan master, with their talents. Say, this is not a dream.

For the purpose of lifelong life, even to abandon life—

"Haha-Muradin, you have forgotten the promise you made at that time, look at what you are now, or the dwarf genius who was so energetic? You dwarf melon!!"

Cough, although I hate the arrogant tone of Ainarisi, but I have to say that the last sentence is a magical stroke.

"Huh, how about you, how much better you are. At that time, the one who used the lowest grade materials to build super weapons, shocked the entire blacksmith world, but now he sells his soul to the demon and becomes a stooker. How is it better than me? go with?"

Muradin hummed back unwilling to show his weakness, and seemed to care about the short winter melon.

"Haha—!!! You said it well, I did betray my soul!" Ainaris patted her chest vigorously, then pointed straight at Muradin.

"But, even so, I am still moving towards my dreams of the year. Now, I am already a dark goldsmith, but you have nothing, betrayed the promises of the year, and spoiled my talents, compared to selling to demons. Soul me, you are more like a poor worm!!"

"It seems that we don't have a common language now." Muradin's face was cold, and his body exuded a shocking and powerful momentum.

"Those who have passed in the past, what is the use of talking, whether you sell your soul to the devil, it doesn't matter to me. I just want to ask you why you should instruct the monsters to invade my dwarves."

"You still don't understand, and you still don't understand anything now!" Ainaris kept shaking her head, a mocking smile drawn around her mouth, and her face suddenly became distorted.

"Why, why is it also a genius, but I have to succumb to you all the time, I have clearly put in so much effort, but still not as good as you, when you are enjoying you here on the throne, I continue to work hard, The sweat left behind wiped out the fire of the earth, but the harder I tried, the more angry I was. Why, I have worked so hard, but it’s not as good as you who eat, drink and play all day. Isn’t it unfair? I know how jealous I am of your existence. In order to gain strong power, I betrayed my soul to hell. I kept waving my hammer in hell. I believe that I have already surpassed you, but , But I hate you who don’t work harder..."

At the same time, Ainaris also exploded with tremendous strength. That powerful momentum made it difficult for ordinary dwarf warriors to stand.

"Envy, arrogance, greed, anger, laziness..." The elder murmured in his mouth and listened carefully, but it was the seven original sins.

"It turns out that way, I get it."

Muradin sighed deeply. In his efforts to maintain a calm gaze, he finally couldn't conceal his sorrow. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

"All the dwarf warriors obeyed and gave me all to leave." After a pause, his tone was sullen and full of coercion.

"This is an order!!"

Thousands of dwarf warriors all around felt only a cold body, and the unprecedented majesty exuded from Muradin caused their footsteps to slowly move back involuntarily.

""This is a battle between the two of them, let's go. "The big elder looked at the confronting men and took the lead in striding backwards."

The most prestigious elders set an example, and other dwarf warriors followed him silently, but they walked backwards, and their eyes were still fixed on the two men who exuded strong power. They stopped only a few kilometers away. Down.

From a distance, the yellow sand dust rolled up by the momentum of two people formed two huge cyclones, which were pushed and pushed by constant friction. The confrontation in the momentum alone was already so terrifying.

At this time, Muradin took out his hand-to-hand weapon, a huge golden yellow hammer, and gently waved it in his hand to roll up a huge tornado. The whole body was also covered with golden flowers, and his momentum became stronger. .

"Aoao--"

Ainarisi was unwilling to show his weakness, he also raised the hammerhead thick with his thigh, and the dark gold color was vaguely flowing on it.

"Did you see? Muradin, this is the gap between me and you." Ainarisi pointed the dark gold iron to Muradin's golden hammer and said incomparably.

"It will take a while to know."

Drinking loudly, Muradin held a sledgehammer twice as big as himself, his body leaped like a cannonball, and the sledgehammer swept across Ainaris, the unprecedented power, the violent wailing of the air, as if In front of him was a hill, and it was about to be crushed by this hammer.

The two blacksmith masters, the old friendship, fell under this hammer, and finally declared to be crushed.

"Ding--"

Ainaris met with a hammer, and the two iron hammers met and collided. The metallic clang issued was sharp, which made us thousands of kilometers away to cover our ears.

The two hammerheads are pushed together, and two huge forces are held together. The ground snaps, and they can't stand the forces of the two people, and a huge circular crater cracks.

Iron suddenly divided, two figures flashed, golden hammer, dark gold hammer,

The collision, the collision, the harsh metal that sounded like a sound wave attack. We dare not put down our hands covering our ears.

"Ding-Ding-Ding -"

I don't know how many rounds of confrontation, everyone looked at the two intertwined figures on the battlefield, and the atmosphere dared to take a breath. With the loudest impact, the two figures suddenly separated.

"Hoo-Huo -"

Muradin held the hammer handle, leaned the hammer head gently on the ground, gasped slightly, and looked solemnly locking Ainarius.

Ainarisi still lay his hands down, gently holding its dark gold hammer, blushing and panting without sweat.

He looked at Muradin with a mocking look and shook his head constantly: "Muradin, you are old, really old, even more than a hundred years ago, you are better than you now."

"Really? Then let you take a good look." Muradin's mouth widened, showing an ugly smile, and a blazing flame suddenly erupted on the hammer.

The flaming sledgehammer that pierced the sky jumped up with him, falling straight from the top of Ainaris' head, unstoppable.

"Ding--"

In Muradin's unbelievable eyes, Ainaris did not wave the hammer of his right hand, but tensed his muscular left arm, and punched barely against the flaming sledge hammer that Muladin hit.

The huge iron hammer, the color of the hard metal is cold, and the small arm and the flesh and blood fist compared to the oncoming one. The contrast is so obvious. The behavior of Ainaris is like smashing an egg and a stone, as you can imagine. The sight of his arm bent and broken.

Then, the result was stunned by everyone. The sledgehammer collided with the fist, and even made a loud and dull sound. Ainaris’s fist was not only unharmed, but Muradin’s sledgehammer was rebounded, and Muradin also followed. Flying high.

Everyone stared blankly at the left fist that Ainaris was still holding up, thinking in his heart whether this fist would be made of metal.

"After being a stray dog ​​in hell, there are indeed two hands."

Fumbled in the air for a few fights, Muradin landed calmly, pretending to say calmly, but the surprise in his eyes could not be covered.

"Overwhelming, after being a dwarf king, your tongue is more powerful."

Ainaris flicked his left fist, and said indifferently, the corner of his mouth still had a ridiculous grin.

Muradin's eyes narrowed, and he swooped over again. The hammer in his hand suddenly turned into countless hammer shadows and smashed towards Ainaris, covering his whole body up and down. From his point of view, probably except the giant hammer , You can't see anything.

"Boom--Boom--Boom--"

There was no change in the look of Ainaris. He raised his left hand, fist, arm, elbow, and moved again and again to meet Munnaradin’s sky-high hammer shadow. In the air, the sound of metal and bone collision continued to spread.

"Ah---"

Within a few seconds, hundreds of hammer shadows were waved, but they were all taken by Ainarius. Muradin's face was not discouraged. His hands twitched sharply, lifting the hammer body to the back of his head, and looked up at the high The high hammer body loomed cold and dead.

final hit! !

With Muradin's roar, the hammer body in the air suddenly disappeared out of thin air in the eyes. The original look of Enari underneath was also dignified for the first time. When the hammer body disappeared, it responded to it, and the body squatted down. And also roared loudly, slamming the right-hand hammer into the sky.

In a short shot, the giant hammer that had just disappeared from Muradin's head, met the iron that Ainaris had just lifted, and made the most explosive impact so far. Ainaris stood on the ground, suddenly a concave, with Ainaris was smashed into the pit.

This shows the overbearing power of this blow.

However, even with such a blow, Ainaris was still blocked. In the huge pit, Ainaris squatted halfway up, held up the dark gold hammer, and suddenly slammed it, throwing Muradin's sledgehammer sticking on it. Fly, Muradin also fell out again.

"Yes, with two hands, it seems that I still underestimate you." Ainaris rubbed her right arm, which was still trembling slightly, and flicked it gently, the look still evil.

"However, it's my turn to fight back."

As soon as the words ended, Ainarisi had disappeared on the spot, and appeared behind Muradin the next moment, raising the iron and slamming it into his head.

Muradin did not respond slowly, and did not return to his body. He listened to the wind hammer and greeted the sledgehammer, blocking the dominant hammer of Ainaris, but his great strength still made his uncontrolled body stagger forward. Step, turned around to face Ainarisi, at this time, Ainarisi's hammer has fallen.

"Qiang--"

The iron collided with the hammer again, and Muradin stepped back a few steps.

"Qiang-Qiang-Qiang -"

Ainarisi was incapable, and the hammer was used one after another, using ordinary attacks, but every time it fell, Muradin stepped back a few steps, leaving a series of deep heels footprint.

Ainarisi's hammer fell faster and faster, like a heavy rain, the clang sound continued to form a continuous treble, Muradin was shrouded in the shadow of the overwhelming hammer, and he kept retreating, barely using giant The hammer guarded himself, his arms shivered slightly, and sweat had already shuttled from his forehead.

"You don't understand, you don't understand at all!"

While waving his fist, Ainarius roared loudly as if he was about to pour out his anger. The sound was still clear even in the continuous clang of metal impact.

"When I learned that you abandoned the iron hammer in your hand and returned to the dwarven king city, my mood at that time, you betrayed me, betrayed our oath, trampled on my perseverance of sweat and effort, is it a dwarf in the district? Is Wang's position really that important? Important enough to abandon your dreams and companions?

You are most sorry, not me, nor the promise we once made, but you, you have lived up to your dreams, talents and talents, throw them into the stinking ditch, have you heard it? They still whine in your heart, anger, roaring, you have the talent of a blacksmith, but no soul of a blacksmith! ! Your hand is not worthy of holding a hammer, it will be contaminated by you.

The more I think about it, the more angry I feel. Why, why do people like you give God such talents and talents, and why do I pay

Force, but you can only chase your back, why is this you, but the hammer that has been denied, every time I beat in the furnace of the abyss of hell, I think so, so angry, so angry Accumulate a little bit in the hammer, integrate your roaring soul into the hammer, day after day, year after year, then, use this hammer...! ! "

With that, Ainaris raised the dark gold iron high, clasped his hands tightly, and took the simplest and fastest line straightened by countless beats, and fell towards Muradin's head.

"Crush you!!!"

"boom--"

As if an iron ball of 100,000 catties fell, the ground shook violently, and it could be clearly felt thousands of kilometers away.

"Old Mu!!"

The dwarf warriors yelled in horror. Although Muradin was mean and mean, he was careful, he liked to take advantage of the small, and his temper was so bad. But it is undeniable that he worked diligently for the entire dwarf family and has an irreplaceable position in everyone's mind.

At this time, the elder elders stretched out their hands, stopped the dwarf warriors who were about to rush, and shook their heads.

"Relax, old Mu is fine, we have to believe him."

Directly stared at by the elders with their believing eyes, the dwarven warrior's emotions also slowly calmed down, watching the letter suspiciously nervous as he was smashed into the deep pit.

The dust settled, Muradin's short thighs and legs were kneeling on the ground, one hand supporting the ground, one hand supporting the erected hammer, the body trembling slightly, the top of the head, the arms, cracked, even the armor can be cloth Full of cracks, messy beard and hair, there was no previous light, and blood was flowing down from above his head, stained with broken armor, just like a **** warrior who fell in the sunset and couldn't say the sadness .

He stretched his arms firmly, and finally stood up staggeringly from the ground. He stood straight in front of Ainaris, and looked at the other person with sad eyes hidden in Ling Li, and he didn't lose at all.

"Even if I don't have much, what's the matter, it's right to run to me, Ainarius, it shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, you shouldn't trample on the lives of other dwarves, but this alone, I am absolutely Won't forgive you."

Muradin's messy beard trembles, spitting out the language from the inside, cold like a wind and snow blowing in December.

A flash of pain passed through Ainaris' eyes, and he suddenly hugged his head as if he was enduring something, but for a moment, his eyes returned to fiery red again, and his face became even more terrible.

"Hahaha-what about that? I just want you to taste the pain and blow that I suffered that day. I will give you back a thousand times and ten thousand times. I want you to see it with your own eyes. You would rather give up The clan who also wants to guard the subway hammer in his hand, one by one tragic death at your feet, as long as you imagine your painful expression at that time, I can tremble with excitement!!"

Saying, Ainarisi's arrogant exhibitor's hands laughed wildly, and the laughter was full of evil and violent.

"It seems that your sanity has been almost eroded by evil forces."

Seeing Ainarisi say this, Muradin was not angry, but the sad look in his eyes became thicker, and then he swung the giant hammer in his hand.

"Since this is the case, old friend, let me relieve you."

The whole atmosphere, with his words sinking sharply, the cold wind on the desperate plain blew in front of him, and it seemed to sink suddenly, without blowing a trace of dust on the ground.

"Relief? Hahaha—, okay, you just let me know, how should you free me, suicide? Ahhahaha—"

Ainarisi's increasingly cold and evil laughter had reached the verge of losing consciousness, and even the strange scenes around him had not been noticed.

"Old friend, you..."

With a sigh, Muradin's eyes suddenly became serious, his fists clenched tightly, the muscle muscles exposed from the armor burst tight, the muscles began to swell at a speed that the naked eye could see, and with a scream, the armor that was already covered with cracks, Finally, the muscles could not bear the expansion of the muscles and shattered and bounced off. Tualatin's upper body was exposed. The muscles on the upper body were like old tree roots. The entire upper body expanded several times.

"Oooo--"

Seemingly unable to bear such a pull, Tualatin's mouth murmured indistinctly, which grows with magnification, but gives a wonderful rhythm, like...

Yes, just like the moment when the dwarf king city appeared, the whole village was filled with **** battle songs. The low roar gradually amplified, and finally turned into a roar in the sky. The roar hovered for a long time, giving a wonderful illusion, like hundreds of thousands of dwarves. At the same time, the singers are like the war songs of the dwarf family, sounding like Hong Zhong and Qi like a mountain torrent.

The rough, loud, and passionate war song seemed to ignite a boundless war. All the dwarves, including me, were affected by this sky-high war song. Sing the loud war song, intertwined with Muradin's roar.

At this time, Muradin's upper body expanded several times, and the body changed again. The whole body continued to enlarge, a layer of stone skin, spreading from the top of his head, slowly covering his body, when Muradin's body enlarged again. At times, his whole body, including hair, eyes, teeth, beard, and even the golden hammer in his hands, was wrapped in stone skin, which formed a powerful armor on his bare upper body. , Holding a stone hammer, Muradin at the moment, looks like a stone statue of God of War.

However, this stone statue is alive.

Wife, come out and see God! !

It was also stunned, but it was different from what other dwarves thought. At the moment, I was completely powerless to talk.

"Haha, let's be frightened. Let me tell you, Muradin is a hidden occupation that is rare in our dwarf family for thousands of years, the dwarf giant warrior!!"

The elder elder looked at me dumbfounded, thinking that I was shocked at why Muradin changed shape, and could not help but explain to me with a smug smile.

What shocked me was not that Muradin would transform, but his transformation effect bastard! !

"What? Dwarf Winter Melon Warrior?"

Due to my inability to talk, I had to enter a silly mode to combat the arrogance of the elders.

"Asshole, you stupid boy, be careful I will take you

Terran blacklist! ! "The elder is not happy, immediately blows his beard

"It turns out that Old Mu is a hidden occupation that is rare in your family for thousands of years. You still sigh that there is no continent Gemini in the dwarf family, sighing a fart?" I resigned.

"You still don't understand that something like the Continental Gemini is not to say that you can compare with a hidden career. Otherwise, it will not be the Continental Gemini, but the Ten Son Star and the One Hundred Son Star." Shaking his head, he looked at me enviously.

"You mean that there are many other hidden occupations on the mainland? How many are there?" I found a hint in his words and quickly asked.

"I know so, it must be there anyway!"

The elder said rightfully that I secretly despised my middle finger.

Returning to the battlefield, Muradin transformed into a body, and suddenly his body was raised to three or four meters, and the upper body was even more sturdy. In terms of volume, it was already inferior to Ainarisi in the four or five meters. .

Ainarisi was also unprepared for this change, staring at Muradin in a daze, his bullseye staring.

The whole body was covered with a layer of stone-skinned Muradin. The breath and eyes were also cold like stones. He lifted the giant hammer that had become a stone hammer, magnified several times, and looked towards Aina Reese smashed it.

"Boom--"

Ainaris met with a hammer, Muradin's giant hammer was two or three times the size of him, so this impact was in line with people's common sense. Ainaris was blown out by a hammer.

"This, this is impossible!!"

Ainaris, who was climbing from the ground, shouted frantically, rushing towards Muradin with a twisted face, holding the hammer high, and smashing it hard.

Muradin did not raise his hammer to meet him, nor did he punch his head, but let the hammer fall to his upper body, making a clang-like sound of metal impact. He stepped back a few steps, but his skin was a little bit There were no cracks and the judgement was high.

"Hammer dances!!"

In Ainaris's dull eyes, Muradin did not show mercy, the horrifying stone hammer once again transformed into countless hammer shadows, the wind blown by the hammer, and even thousands of kilometers away, the fist next to us was big The stone also flew away, and it was many times more powerful than when he first cast it.

"Boom dong dong dong dong dong ——"

Dense percussion sounded, and countless hammer shadows fell mercilessly on Ainaris' body. His, like a leaf in the gust of wind, kept rotting.

final hit! !

"Boom--"

The hammer face, which was larger than Ainaris' chest, disappeared in the air. At the next moment, the ground exploded violently, and the crushed stone powder rushed over a hundred meters.

After the explosion, Ainaris fell into the pool of blood. Of course he would not die so easily, but he was already in a state of serious injury.

"Ainaris--"

Muradin stood silently beside him, put away the sledgehammer, and restored his eyes to a trace of clarity. He could not help shouting softly. The sound of stone-like voice could also hear endless grief.

"Old friend, we meet again--"

Ainaris lying on the ground, with a slight smile, no longer the greasy face on his face.

"I just want to tell you that I never forgot my promise, but there are some things that are more important than my life. I have to protect them."

Muradin squatted gently on his knees, holding Ainaris' **** hands tightly.

"I know."

Ainaris narrowed her eyes and looked up at the lead sky.

"It's just, Muradin, a lonely life in iron alone. It's really boring. There's no feeling of a competitor. It's really boring. I don't want your talent to be buried here. I don't want to lose your competitor. Of course. When I noticed it, it has been eroded by the forces of darkness and launched an attack on the dwarf clan. Since the dwarf clan has drowned your talents, let the dwarf clan disappear. I think so, old friend, can you forgive me? ?"

"That's not okay, what to say, it's also the life of hundreds of dwarven warriors, how can it be forgiven?"

"Also speaking, although it is too late, but I'm sorry." Ainarisi coughed a few times, apologizing in his face.

"But, we are still friends." Muradin said with a firm grip on Ainaris's hand.

"If you commit a crime, let me redeem it!"

"Thank you, thank you, Muradin, you're still the same..." Tears Ainaris shed tears in his eyes and murmured, struggling to grab the dark gold hammer next to him.

"Old friend, if you want to atone, just take the hammer in my hand and keep going." He looked at Muradin with his eyes, until he slowly took the hammer.

"Declare in advance that my responsibility cannot be lost, but I dare not guarantee the realization of your dream." Muradin held the hammer tightly.

"You guys, don't you even let me be happy?" said in his mouth, but Ainarisi was smiling, and suddenly his face twisted suddenly.

"Old friend, I'm almost done, don't mind sending me a ride at last."

"Asshole, do you want me to go to **** like you did after my death?" Muradin's mouth twitched, but he couldn't make a smile, and tears shed in the stoned eyes.

"Old friend, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Muradin raised his dark gold hammer high~www.readwn.com~ closed his eyes, and then fell sharply.

Thunder Hammer! !

Innumerable lightning scattering from the falling point, incandescent thunder light flooding the earth, just like the end of the world.

His body gradually shrunk back to his original appearance. Muradin looked at the empty and dark pit, his legs softened, and he knelt down. The old old face was already full of old tears.

He remembered the situation when he first saw Ainaris.

He is an arrogant blacksmith, probably because he is an orphan, so he always squeezes his mouth tightly, giving a kind of indifference to others, but he is just not good at expressing his interests and talents, so that most people Can't keep up with his language.

So, I met Ainaris. Recalling that era, Ainaris always followed his own like a younger brother, sometimes blushing and blushing for a smelting step.

Sorry, Ainaris, I know you are afraid of loneliness...