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Just when he was about to jump down after him, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the bottom of the valley.

Then a rude voice growled in Dwarvish: "Damn reptiles! Get out of my house!"

I saw an old dwarf with a ignited cloak on his back, lying on the back of a dragon, clutching a mithril battle ax embedded in the gap between the bones.

The dragon kept struggling and rolling, trying to throw off the dwarf on its back.

But unfortunately, the dwarf is not alone, he also has the help of his companions.

The moment the black dragon turned around and rolled, a warhammer exuding powerful magic power rose into the air and hit its head hard, forcing it to hit a stalagmite not far away, making a bang sound.

Before the black dragon came back to his senses, another mithril arrow gleaming with cold light was shot out in the darkness, piercing the fragile eye and causing it to fall down from midair in pain.

Through the red light radiating from the fire in the center of the earth, Entreri saw the dark elf hiding in the shadows ready to deliver the fatal blow, as well as the halfling and the magic pendant he needed to take away.

"Hehe, Drizzt Do'Urden, let's change the location of the next duel to Karin Port. This time, you won't be as lucky as today..."

The voice just fell!

With a leap, the killer also jumped off the cliff.

With his reaction speed surpassing that of ordinary people, he easily found a point of strength on the cliff, using his hands and feet to continuously slow down the speed of his fall, and in the blink of an eye, he came behind Regis, directly throwing the halfling who was focused on watching the battle. Knocked out, then turned around and disappeared at the end of the passage in front of the dark elf ranger.

Although Entreri really wanted to get back on the field now, he knew that he, who had just acquired super reaction speed, could not perfectly control this power for the time being, and it would take some time to get used to and practice.

And the journey back to Port Karin is enough for him to complete all the relevant training and improve his strength to a higher level.

"Die! Die! You damned murderer!"

The dwarf Bruno didn't notice at all that one of his friends had been taken away by the enemy, and he was still wielding his ax separately, trying to kill the behemoth under his feet.

"Roar!!!!!!!!"

The severe pain forced Shimmering to start lowering the flight altitude, making a terrible cry.

The moment it was about to collide with the ground, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air, grabbed the mad dwarf and threw it towards a tunnel not far away.

boom!

Before Bruno could react to what happened, his head had an intimate contact with the wall, and he rolled his eyes and fell into a deep coma.

"You... who are you?!" Shuo Ying glanced at the dwarf not far away, and asked loudly in dragon language.

Due to the blindness of one eye, it really couldn't see what the huge black shadow above its head was, and could only tell it was its own kind by smell.

"My name is Ingrocastimizilian! The great dragon of chaos! You have only two paths now, surrender or destruction, choose." Zhang Cheng straightforwardly stated his intention, without any nonsense.

"Inglokas Timichilian? Ice Death? You... aren't you a white dragon?" Shuo Ying raised her head, staring in horror at the same kind that was three times bigger than herself.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, the giant dragons have stinky and long names and similar looks, but in their circle, they basically know each other's situation very well.

Especially in Beidi, there are only a few famous dragons, which are easy to identify.

"Yes! I have undergone a small change recently! I have also gained great power! Surrender! Otherwise, I will kill you!" Zhang Cheng opened his bloody mouth, and the scorching dragon's breath began to brew deep in his throat.

Whenever the other party dared to say a word of no, he would directly burn it into coke.

"You can breathe fire?!!!" Sensing the restlessness of the fire element in the air, Shuoying showed an unbelievable expression again.

In any case, it is common knowledge that white dragons spit ice, red dragons spit fire, black dragons spit acid, green dragons spit poisonous mist, and blue dragons spit lightning. Now a sudden appearance of a different kind will inevitably make many people unacceptable.

Zhang Cheng ignored the other party, his eyes burst into crazy fire, and he warned in a low voice: "Last chance! Surrender or perish!"

"I choose to surrender..."

Chapter 4 Mithril!Mithril!

I have to say that "Shuo Ying" is a black dragon who knows current affairs very well.

After comparing the size gap between himself and the opponent, he chose to surrender without even saying a word of nonsense.

Not only did it surrender itself, but the army of thousands of gray dwarves under it also fell into the arms of its new master.

You must know that this is not an ordinary gray dwarf, but a huge tribe of gray dwarves that has occupied Mithril Hall for hundreds of years. There is at least one set of full-body armor made of mithril, at least three mithril weapons, a mithril shield, countless mithril arrows, and crossbow bolts.

If it is sold on the surface, it is estimated that it will be enough to make the entire northern region fall into a state of scarcity of precious metals.

After all, the biggest feature of Mithril in the Faerun Continent is that it is only half the weight of steel under the same volume, but it is harder and more resilient than the best fine steel. It is the most ideal raw material for making weapons and armor.

Just imagine, when the same equipment, one is made of mithril and the other is made of steel, the former is half lighter than the latter, what does it mean?

This means that if there is not much difference in strength between the two, the former's movement and reaction speed will be faster, while the loss of physical strength will be slower, and the latter will be easily killed.

Therefore, no warrior can resist the temptation of mithril weapons and armor, and he will spend a lot of money for it.

It can be said that except for another fine gold whose hardness is comparable to that of diamond, there are very few magic metals that can be compared with Mithril.

Looking at the mithril ingots piled up in the center of the square below the valley, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and nodded with satisfaction: "That's right! It seems that you have been mining this vein all these years!"

"Great master, since we killed all those damned surface dwarves and occupied this place, we have been mining ore and smelting mithril every day. Even the dark elves in the Underdark cannot match our reserves," said one person. The old gray dwarf with gray beard and hair bent down and responded cautiously.

As an old guy who personally participated in that war, he will never forget the terrifying damage caused by Shimmer Shadow's dive. The Warhammer family even started to flee crazily after resisting for less than 10 minutes.

From then on, he made up his mind never to be an enemy of the dragon, otherwise his people would be doomed.

"Very good! Tell me, how long can this vein be mined?" Zhang Cheng undoubtedly sensed the awe in the other party's eyes, and continued to ask.

"According to the current speed, at least 100 years." The old dwarf hesitated for a moment, and quickly gave his guess.

"100 years... What if I join in and use the scorching dragon's breath for destructive mining?"

"Even if you keep breathing flames non-stop, it will take at least five years. The later the ore veins are, the more impurities and associated ore veins there will be, and the efficiency will be lower. In addition, I would like to ask, are you going to give up this Is there a place?" The old dwarf clearly sensed something, raised his head and looked nervously tentative.

"Yes! I can tell you clearly that this place has been targeted by some powerful forces. They will send a large army to launch a conquest in a short time. If you don't want to suffer heavy losses, you'd better move quickly." Zhang Cheng said bluntly gave the answer.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, the recovery of Mithril Hall was only Bruenor's private matter, and only his clan and the shield dwarves of Adebar participated in it.

But in fact, whether it was Kelben in Waterdeep City or Alustriel in Silvermoon City, they all made a lot of efforts in secret.

This is equivalent to saying that the voters of the goddess of magic are eyeing this place, let alone a few thousand gray dwarves, even a few more dragons are useless.

In particular, Alustri, who has been actively traveling between various towns in the Northland recently, trying to use his influence to bring the conflicting rulers to the negotiating table and form a loose alliance.

Zhang Cheng felt that these actions were probably aimed at himself and Luskan under his control.

"Conquest?! Could it be that they are so powerful that you would be afraid of them?" The old dwarf obviously couldn't accept such a result, and the expression on his face was particularly distorted.

"Yes. Maybe it's not difficult to repel them once or twice, but do you know what will happen next?" Zhang Cheng lowered his head and stared into two crazy eyes. "Gods will join in next! Goddess of magic! One of the most powerful gods in this world! Her chosen ones will be our enemies. Tell me, have you ever seen the power of legendary magic? Want to watch your people Slaughtered by terrible magic?"