Train to Another World

Li Zhuoguang glanced at Aruin: "Don't you know? You talk too much when you drink."

Aruin was stunned. He knew about this, but he didn't remember telling him about it last night?

Of course Aruin didn't say anything. Maybe this incident was a pain that he didn't want to mention even when he was drunk. Li Zhuoguang knew because he saw the other person's memory while the other person was drunk last night.

That was his memory from thousands of years ago. After they initially defeated the elemental creatures, the surviving dwarves saw their relatives resurrected and happily ran over to hug them.

Perhaps he hugged her too hard when she was excited, and was scratched by the newly formed rocky skin on the other person's body. Then, as if being injured by an elemental creature, signs of petrification began to appear.

Unfortunately, the man was unlucky and did not survive. His resurrected relatives were so distraught that after fighting off the elemental creatures, they sneaked out that night and committed suicide by lying under the forging hammer in the workshop.

When the tribesmen found him the next day, he had turned into debris, leaving only a core like an elemental creature.

From that time on, those dwarves who returned from the dead wore full armor. These armors may not be as hard as their stone skin, and they are worn more to protect those who come into contact with them.

Li Zhuoguang continued to lie: "I won't hide it from you. Once we succeed here, you will most likely die. After all, it's hard to say whether you are dwarves or elemental creatures."

Aruin sighed: "I know."

"Don't you plan to keep us here or give us up?"

Aruin shook his head: "I have thought about it many times myself, whether we died or survived. Now that I think about it, it doesn't matter. After all, I should have died a thousand years ago and lived one more year." A thousand years is already considered a profit.

Although I can live well now, I don't want my people to spend another thousand years in the castle. I hope that new children can go out and see grasslands and forests with their own eyes, and learn mining, forging, and winemaking from their elders.

This is the life a dwarf should live. "

"So you're not going to stop us?"

"Don't stop me. I have already sacrificed my life once for my people, and I don't mind sacrificing it a second time. As I said just now, as long as it can help you, as long as it is available in Black Rock Castle, you can use it as you like. ”

The little stove changed back to its original shape, stretched, and then lay down. Everyone jumped on his back one after another, and the small stove also spread its wings made of flames. As soon as it flaps its wings, it soars into the sky.

Li Zhuoguang shouted to Aruin on the ground: "After you kill the elemental creatures, remember to collect their cores. Pound them into pulp and apply them externally on the injured area to heal the wounds caused by the elemental creatures."

Aruin rubbed his eyes, feeling strong regret in his heart. He couldn't help but ask himself, if he hadn't been adopting the turtle policy, whether he could have discovered the cure for the petrification curse earlier.

The small stove circled the Black Rock Castle twice, rose to some height, and then flew towards the depths of the lava lake.

"Brother Li, look behind you." Po Jun pulled the corner of Li Zhuoguang's clothes, and Li Zhuoguang looked back after hearing the words.

At this time, the tower of Black Rock Castle was filled with dwarves. In addition to the dwarf sergeants Li Zhuoguang and the others had seen, there were also many dwarves wearing regular clothes. It's just that their faces are very haggard and their skin is relatively pale.

The dwarfs were supposed to be short and stocky, but the dwarves standing on the city wall all had sunken cheeks, as if they were malnourished.

Li Zhuoguang became aware that the dwarf sergeants they had seen before were transformed into elemental creatures a thousand years ago, so they still had the same appearance as they did a thousand years ago. These dwarves who came out of the castle are the true appearance of the dwarves now.

Think about it, what kind of creatures can survive here near the lava lake. These resurrected dwarf sergeants must have done their best to feed them.

The dwarves who came out, together with the dwarf sergeants, waved to Li Zhuoguang and the others, and Ariana and others also waved to them. Xiong Facai sighed: "It's time for this world to be repaired."

Xiong Facai patted the horns of the little stove, and the little stove flapped its wings and accelerated towards the distance.

Black Rock Castle, night.

Since being cursed with petrification a thousand years ago, Aruin and others' rest time and food intake have been reduced to an exaggerated level. So every night, Aruin didn't want to lie on the bed. Instead, he stayed in the workshop and found something to do to pass the time.

Matern walked into the workshop holding a bunch of cores of elemental creatures: "I knew you were here. I went outside and found a lot of cores and came back."

Aruin knocked on a stone mortar next to him, which was filled with meat paste: "No need to try, I have already tried it, and it is of no use to us."

Matern shrugged: "It's a good idea to collect some and keep them in case you need them in case of emergencies."

Matern put the core in a box aside and approached Aruin from behind. I saw that he was holding a stone slab and carving something on it with a carving knife.

Matern took a closer look and saw that Aruin was carving his own tombstone:

Aruin Oct Ferens...Kunta Black Rock

Born in Holy Era 1203, the Year of Emerald.

Died in Cataclysm Era 1, Year of Obsidian.

Buried in Cataclysm Era 1033, Year of Amber.

The mining was tedious, the forging was mediocre, and the brewing was unsatisfactory, but he loved them.

Maitern paused and hesitated, "Is it too early to prepare my own tombstone now?"

Aruin stroked his tombstone with his rough hands and wiped off the stone chips on it: "If they succeed, we will most likely die. I don't know if we will die immediately or struggle for a while.

But I don't want to regret that my tombstone is not ready before I die."

"That makes sense." Maiten nodded, squatted down and looked around, and found a large stone slab in the workshop's debris pile. He spread the stone slab flat on it and started carving on it.

His carving skills were obviously better than Aruin's. With the chisel flowing, it only took a moment to carve the acacia around the stone slab. In the dwarf culture, it symbolizes bravery and fearlessness.

Aruin curled his lips with jealousy: "I want to remind you that tombstones are used to be inserted on graves, not to cover your sarcophagus. Why do you make such a big piece?"

Maitern did not look back, but said while carving: "If we die, it proves that the disaster has ended. It is more important to let the younger generations know who I am than to let them remember who ended the disaster."

Amid the flying stone chips, a rough outline began to appear on the large stone slab. Two children, a short and strong man, a sloppy beard, a beautiful elf, a weirdo with a strange hat, a cynical young man and a fat gerbil on his shoulder.

Although it is just an outline, it is quite charming. Aruin put his tombstone aside and prepared to go back to the room to rest:

"Remember to beautify my tombstone when you finish carving."

"You carved it too badly, you have to pay more."

"I am the mayor!"

"It's none of my business."

"I'm your younger brother!"

"Brother, 20% discount."