Different World Online

As the passage spiraled upward, the dwarves sang rough war songs and marched towards Thorium Hall in jubilation;

The first great victory of the coming winter made all the dwarves excited;

The mining area can finally return to its former tranquility, with a steady stream of ore leaving the veins and entering every household, satisfying the dwarves' urgent need for forging.

Not until the last dwarf warrior left the gray dwarf's lair did Steve close the intersection of this raid route and catch up with the team in front.

The reason why the gray dwarves are more powerful than the dwarves underground is because they have darkvision that reaches up to 120 feet (about 40 meters);

Dwarves have darkvision, but their darkvision has a range of only 60 feet (20 meters).

Back on the ground, before Steve could even go home, he was dragged to the King's Palace by the enthusiastic Prince Travok;

The king's palace at this time had already changed its appearance;

Rows of long tables were neatly placed in this open hall;

People were coming and going around the long table, and a large number of dwarves, whose genders could not be distinguished, were walking around, putting down all kinds of delicacies and barrels filled with fine wine;

Mr. Bruno, with his beard tied into two pigtails and wearing a brand new, somewhat funny tuxedo jacket, was busy directing the distribution of food;

In the hall, loud and joyful voices rose and fell one after another.

"Aida Ling! Take away that plate of roasted ground dragon ribs! Use a bigger plate!"

Hearing this, the female dwarf named Aidaling glared at Bruno who was speaking, and loudly retorted while holding a huge plate with a diameter of more than 5 feet:

"Uncle Bruno! This is the biggest plate!"

“Don’t talk back to me, bitch, tell those bastards in the kitchen to bring up a whole roasted ground dragon!

Feast! Do you know what a dwarf's feast is? ! "

After saying that, Bruno muttered softly.

“It’s true that each generation is inferior to the previous one;

The Dwarven feast is to let the returning warriors wallow in fine wine and delicious food!

Really, the kids nowadays are so flowery and don’t understand the crude romance of the older generation of dwarves at all!”

Just as he was muttering to himself, Steve appeared in his sight with Bobby.

In an instant, a hearty smile appeared on the old dwarf's face.

"Come on! Come on! Steve, my friend!

Damn it, as soon as I saw you, I thought of that kid Thorin. You guys are all full of ideas and you always give me some big surprises out of the blue.

What a good child, why aren’t you a dwarf~"

Faced with such words, what else could Steve do? He could only grin and smile awkwardly.

Steve was speechless. Bruno laughed and patted Bobby's knee.

"Good girl, I heard from Fumon that you smashed the skulls of seven or eight gray dwarves!"

"Eleven, eleven." Poppy emphasized cheerfully. She counted very clearly and couldn't be wrong.

"Yes, yes, yes! Eleven! That's what Fu Meng told me. Look at my head. I'm old and have a lot of things to do. I always forget things.

Well done, girl!"

After a long chatter, Bruno finally pushed Steve and Bobby to the long table beside him;

"Wait a moment, my good boys and girls, give some time to those comrades who are going home to take off their armor, they will be here soon.

Old Bruno assures you that the Dwarf's Feast will never disappoint you!"

Hearing this, Bobby nodded obediently.

Although her saliva has already flowed down her belly to the ground, and her belly has been rumbling non-stop...

But she is a good girl, and good girls are the most obedient.

After a while, deafening laughter entered the hall along with the sound of dense and heavy footsteps.

A large number of dwarf warriors in casual home clothes rushed into the palace and sat down anywhere.

The work of serving the food continued, and a roasted earth-walking dragon over 12 feet (4 meters) long and resembling a thick-limbed dragon was carried up by four dwarves in chef robes;

Bruno also climbed up to the high platform in the center of the palace.

He glanced across the palace, cleared his throat, and let out a roar like thunder.

"As is customary, we offer our blessings to the Great Father God, the Supreme Dwarf God - Soul Forger Muradin!"

The roar echoed throughout the hall. The noisy dwarves stopped chatting, opened their mouths, and roared in unison:

"The Dwarves shall prevail! The Dwarves shall endure! The Dwarves shall thrive!"

After the first prayer was uttered, King Daink Warhammer, who appeared out of nowhere in the innermost part of the palace, raised his golden hammer and struck the anvil in front of him, which was reflecting the metallic luster.

"Dang!" The sound of spring thunder resounded throughout the Thorium Hall.

Countless dwarves put down their work, walked out of their homes, and looked in the direction of the King's Palace in Thorium Hall;

Then, a second prayer was uttered, and the dwarves in Thorium Hall roared in unison.

"The Dwarves shall prevail! The Dwarves shall endure! The Dwarves shall thrive!"

A thunderous roar resounded through the sky, and the magma pool at the bottom of Thorium Hall began to boil. The terrifying sound waves even shook the mountains.

With faith solidified, Soul Forger Muradin made his response.

The forging hammer in Daink's hand and the anvil in front of him slowly floated into the air in a holy white light, and then slammed into each other.

"clang!"

The magma was boiling completely, and the mountains were shaking like an earthquake;

Seeing this, the dwarves became completely excited and roared with all their might for the third time.

"The Dwarves shall prevail! The Dwarves shall endure! The Dwarves shall thrive!"

In the air, the hammer and anvil struck together again, and the thunderous echo showed the god's joyful mood.

As the continuous roaring echoes gradually died down, the hammer and anvil emitting a holy white light slowly fell back to the ground.

At the same time, old Bruno roared with all his might;

"Dwarf Feast! Begin!"

"Roar!"

Cheers loud enough to blow the roof off the house rang out. The dwarves gathered in groups of three or five, with their arms around each other's shoulders. Countless large wooden barrels filled with fine wine were roughly opened, and the red wine filled every oak wine glass.

Steve, who was mixed in with the dwarves, looked at this grand ceremony, his eyes twitched twice, and he sighed as usual.

"Muradin's flowery pants..."

Before he could finish his words, a tiny flash of lightning shining with flaming light appeared out of thin air and instantly hit Steve on the head.

The next second, all the jet-black hair stood up and curled into the shape of instant noodles. He opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black smoke. Steve looked at the system corpse flashing before his eyes and shrank his head from the bottom of his heart.

Ding! Zizi... Zizi... Obtain the God-granted personal specialty [Soul Forger's Blessing];

[Blessing of the Soul Forger]: The great and generous dwarf god Muradin favors you as if he were his child; Constitution +1, gain personal skill [Stonefire];

Note: Don't use those messy suffixes to refer to this powerful god! Unless you have a head as hard as a dwarf!

[Stone Fire]: This spell allows you to ignite a blazing flame on a stone. The stone will turn black, expand to reveal a hole, and flames will emerge from the expanding hole, accompanied by acrid smoke.

Causes 16 points of continuous fire and heat damage, and forces enemies enveloped in smoke to make a physical determination to avoid dizziness and taste collapse caused by the smoke, 1 day/3 times.