Diablo Destruction

"Dong——"

The giant tauren, who looked like a flaming war god, stepped on the ground. The ground suddenly trembled and cracked, and flames seeped out from the cracks. It was indescribably powerful and terrifying.

Thousands of dwarf warriors were stunned by his sky-swallowing aura and were stunned for a moment.

With its pupils that seemed to be burning with flames, it passed over the thousands of dwarves in front of it one by one, but the fire revealed an ice-like indifference, as if these thousands of powerful dwarf warriors, thousands of terrifying huge iron weapons Hammer is not taken seriously by him at all.

Then, he spoke slowly with an extremely calm voice.

"Where is Muradin? Where is he?"

The whole audience was shocked.

Being able to speak and having such strong emotional fluctuations means that the powerful enemy in front of him is not a projection. Moreover, he actually said the name of the dwarf king when he opened his mouth. Who is he and what does he have to do with Muradin?

"Where's Muradin? Let him come out. Could it be that he doesn't dare to see me?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, the tauren turned up the volume, and the sound was like a loud bell. Even the eardrums were shocked and hurt. I think even the dwarf king city could hear it clearly.

"I am coming--"

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud voice came from the Dwarf King's City. Everyone couldn't help but look back and saw a black spot appearing on the Dwarf King's City, and then jumped down from above with a whooshing sound.

Damn it, is that so? Just jump down like this, it's thousands of meters in the air!

In my dull eyes, the figure of the Dwarf King Muradin drooped straight down. When his appearance became clear, everyone couldn't help but faint again.

This guy actually wore a suit of shining golden armor, arming himself to the teeth. He wore a fiery red cloak behind him, and the cloak blew up in the cold, making him look like a heroic God of War...er, a winter melon God of War.

Did he want to take full advantage of the acceleration of gravity?

In the eyes of us watching, Muradin was like a subway lump that fell from thousands of meters above. With a "dong" sound, it made a huge crater on the ground and was filled with smoke and dust. The way he appeared was grand, not inferior to that of the tauren at all.

When the smoke and dust cleared, what we expected to see was the Dwarf King Muradin wearing golden armor, holding his sword and lowering his head, half-kneeling in the pit. Then he stood up slowly, raised his head, and his whole body exuded the majestic aura of thousands of golden lights. did not appear.

What appears in our eyes is a big pit, and a "big"-shaped depression in the center of the big pit.

Tick ​​tick tick——

Several minutes passed in everyone's silence, but there was still no movement in the pit. At this time, the dwarf seemed to wake up, and the third elder shouted loudly.

"Quick, quick. The old dwarf is stuck in a pit and can't get out. Dig him out quickly."

So, a few dwarves put down their sledgehammers, hurriedly jumped into the pit, dug for a while, and finally dug out the disgraced Muradin.

It's embarrassing, so embarrassing, even I, an outsider, feel ashamed. This is a classic example of trying to show off one's power and attack the street.

"Bah, bah, bah, couldn't you guys come and help me earlier?"

Muradin, the shameless old melon, pushed the dwarf warrior away while cursing and spitting out the muddy smell in his mouth. It was like the evil person complained first. He wanted to show off his power and ended up like this. Who could he blame?

From beginning to end, his pupils were burning like two flames. The tauren's eyes were extremely cold. Watching this farce quietly, waiting for Muradin to get up. Finally spoke.

"You are still the same, you haven't changed at all, Muradin."

Hearing the words of the tauren, his pupils seemed to suddenly condense. Muradin also raised his head and looked at the tauren, his eyes were indifferent, showing no emotion or anger.

"But you have changed a lot, haven't you? Aenaris!" His words were very plain, as if they were spoken directly without emotion.

They are actually two old acquaintances?

The more than a thousand dwarf warriors present were a little confused. They looked at Muradin and then at the tauren whom Muradin called Aenaris. He looked at a loss.

Behind me, my arm was lightly patted. When I looked back, I found that at some point, the Great Elder and the others also came down from the Dwarf King's City. However, the Dwarf King's City began to retreat slowly, apparently wanting to go back.

"Aren't you going to stay just in case?"

I pointed at the dwarf king's city that was quietly disappearing, and then glanced at Aenaris. He was clearly a super strong man from hell. He left the dwarf king's city behind, which gave him a lot of confidence.

The great elder shook his head: "The energy consumed by moving the dwarf royal city is huge, and the energy required by the dwarf energy cannon is even greater. Now it is no better than in the God's Punishment Mountains, where there are thunder and lightning to replenish energy at any time, so although there is still enough energy now, we can't The calculation is too tough, if there is even the slightest difference, the entire dwarf royal city will be over."

When I heard this, I thought it was the same. If the Dwarf King City was about to return to the mountains, its energy suddenly disappeared, and then it fell completely and rolled down the God's Punishment Mountains, then...

It’s a chilling thing to think about.

No wonder the dwarves didn't take out the Dwarf King's City for reconnaissance early in the morning. It turned out to be the reason. It seemed that the King's City was not without its flaws. It relied too much on the thunder and lightning energy on the God's Punishment Mountains and was not capable of long-distance and long-term battles.

Watching the dwarf royal city leave, I turned around, took another look at Muradin and the flame tauren Aenaris, who were still talking to each other, and asked the great elder.

"What's going on with these two people, they look so familiar?"

The Great Elder stared at both sides closely, sighed, and murmured to himself.

"Inaris? I didn't expect it to be him, the one who controlled this battle? This is also..." As he said this, he shook his head in disbelief.

"What on earth is going on?" I asked persistently.

"More than a hundred years ago, Muradin had not yet inherited the throne, and Tualatin had not been born. At that time, Muradin was just like Tualatin now, young and frivolous, and liked to run around. At that time, he met Aina Reese is also a talented blacksmith. The two of them have been wandering around the continent together for many years. Aenaris has also been invited to the Dwarf King City several times, so I still have some impressions of him..."

Having said this, the great elder looked at Anarres blankly.

"He is indeed an outstanding blacksmith with extraordinary talents. Even compared with Muradin, he can't lose much."

Is it true that even a talented person is slightly inferior to Muradin...

"Later, Muradin's father, the old dwarf king, passed away, and Muradin came back to inherit the throne. From then on, I never saw Aenaris again. I didn't expect him to show up here. I didn't expect him..." The Great Elder He kept shaking his head in regret.

So that's it. It seems that there is something inside. I turned my attention to the two of them again. At this time. Muradin and Aenaris seemed to have ended their indifferent conversation about reminiscing about the past, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Aenaris, why did you fall and join hell? Have you forgotten the glory bestowed upon you by your ancestors?" Muradin said in a calm voice. It could be heard that he was working very hard to control the anger in his heart.

"Glory, hahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Enaris repeated these two words, his flame pupils fluctuated, and he suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so wildly...

"Muradin, my old friend. It seems that you have forgotten what we said when we traveled across the continent together."

At the beginning, Muradin and Anarres were both master blacksmiths with unparalleled talents. The two shared a common language and competed with each other. Their goal was to sprint towards the pinnacle of blacksmiths - the Artifact Craftsman, and use their talents to explain. This is not a dream.

For that lifelong goal. Even if it means throwing away your life——

"Muradin, you have forgotten the promise you made back then. Look at what you look like now, are you still the high-spirited dwarf genius you were back then? You short winter melon!!"

Ahem, although I hate Aenares's arrogant tone, I have to say that the last sentence is a stroke of genius.

"Huh, what about you, how much better are you? The one who used the lowest materials to create super powerful weapons shocked the entire blacksmith world, but now you sold your soul to the devil and became a lackey, how much better than me? go?"

Muradin grumbled and returned, unwilling to be outdone. He seemed to be very concerned about the short winter melon.

"Haha——!! You are right, I did sell my soul!" Aenaris patted his chest vigorously, and then pointed straight at Muradin.

"However, even so, I still keep moving towards the dream I had back then. Now, I am already a dark gold blacksmith, but you have nothing. You betrayed the promise you made back then and wasted your talents. It is better to sell out to the devil. My soul, you are more like a wretch!!"

"It seems that we no longer have a common language." Muradin's face was cold, and his whole body exuded a powerful aura that shocked me.

"Those pasts are long gone, so there's no point in talking about them. Whether you sold your soul to the devil or not has nothing to do with me. Now I just want to ask you why you ordered monsters to invade our dwarf clan."

"You still don't understand, and you still don't understand anything until now!!" Aenaris kept shaking his head, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, and his face suddenly became twisted and ferocious.

"Why, why am I the same genius, but I have to always succumb to you. I have obviously put in so much effort, but I am still not as good as you. When you are here enjoying your high throne, I keep working hard. , the sweat left behind can extinguish the fire in the core of the earth, but the harder I work, the angrier I become. Why, I have worked so hard, but I am still not as good as you who eat, drink and play all day long. Isn’t this unfair? You I have no idea how much I hate your existence. In order to gain powerful power, I sold my soul to hell. I kept swinging my hammer in hell. I believe that I have already surpassed you. , However, I hate you even more for not working hard..."

At the same time, Anarres also burst out with extremely tyrannical power. That powerful momentum made it difficult for ordinary dwarf warriors to stand firm.

"Jealousy, arrogance, greed, anger. Sloth..." the great elder murmured. After listening carefully, it turned out to be the seven deadly sins.

"So that's it, I understand."

Muradin sighed deeply, and his eyes that were trying to remain calm finally couldn't hide the sadness. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

"All dwarf warriors obey my order. Leave all of them." After a pause, his tone became solemn and full of coercion.

"This is an order!!"

The thousands of dwarf warriors around felt a chill all over their bodies. The unprecedented majesty emanating from Muradin made their footsteps slowly move back involuntarily.

"This is a battle that belongs to the two of them. Let's go." The great elder looked at the two confronting each other and took the lead in striding back.

The most prestigious elder set an example. The other dwarf warriors followed him silently, but they walked backwards, their eyes still fixed on the two men exuding a powerful aura, and they did not stop until they were several kilometers away.

Looking from afar, the yellow sand and dust were rolled up by the momentum of the two people. Two huge cyclones were formed, constantly rubbing and pushing each other. The confrontation in terms of momentum alone was already so terrifying.

At this moment. Muradin took out his favorite weapon, a golden giant hammer, and waved it gently, rolling up a huge tornado, and his whole body was enveloped in golden light, and his momentum became stronger and stronger.

"Ouch——"

Not to be outdone, Enares also raised the hammer head as thick as his thigh high, with a dark gold color faintly flowing on it.

"Did you see it? Muradin. This is the gap between you and me." Anarres pointed the dark gold hammer at Muradin's golden hammer and said extremely arrogantly.

"You'll have to try it before you know."

Drinking loudly, Muradin held up a giant hammer that was twice as big as himself. His body rushed like a cannonball, and the hammer swept towards Anarres. The indomitable power and the fierce whine in the air seemed to In front of him was a hill. It will also be shattered by this hammer.

Two master blacksmiths. The beautiful friendship of the past was shattered when the hammer fell. Finally declared shattered.

"Ding--"

Aenaris raised his hammer to meet him, and the two hammers collided, producing a sharp metal clang that made the dwarf warriors standing thousands of meters away couldn't help but cover their ears.

The two hammer heads were pushed together, and the two huge forces clashed until they came together. The ground cracked. Unable to bear the strength of the two people anymore, a huge circular pit opened.

The hammer suddenly separated, and two figures flashed. The golden giant hammer and the dark gold hammer collided again and again. The harsh metal collision sounds like sonic attacks made us not dare to cover our hands at all. Relax your ears and hands.

"Ding-ding-ding-"

I don't know how many rounds the confrontation lasted. Everyone looked at the two figures constantly intertwining on the battlefield, not daring to take a breath. As the loudest collision sounded, the two figures suddenly separated.

"Huh-huh-"

Muradin held the handle of the hammer, leaned the hammer head gently on the ground, panted slightly, and locked Aenaris with a solemn expression.

However, Enares still lowered his hands and gently grasped its dark gold hammer. His face was not red or breathless, and not a drop of sweat was shed on his body.

He looked at Muradin with mocking eyes and kept shaking his head: "Muradin, you are old, really old. Even you more than a hundred years ago were stronger than you are now."

"Really? Then let you take a good look." Muradin grinned and showed an ugly smile, and blazing flames suddenly burst out from the giant hammer.

The giant flaming hammer that pierced the sky jumped up high as he jumped, and fell straight down from the top of Anarres' head, unstoppable.

"Ding--"

In Muradin's disbelieving eyes, Anarres did not swing the hammer in his right hand, but tightened his muscular left arm and punched the flaming hammer that Muradin had smashed down with his bare hands.

The huge hammer had a cool color of hard metal. Compared with the tiny arm and fist of flesh and blood, the contrast was so obvious. Aenaris's actions were like hitting an egg with a stone. It can be imagined. The sight of his arm being bent and broken at the base.

Then, the result was astonishing to everyone. The giant hammer and the fist collided, and there was a loud dull sound. Not only was Anarres' fist unharmed, but Muradin's giant hammer was bounced away, and Muradin followed suit. Flying high.

Everyone stared blankly at Anarres' left fist still raised high. I was thinking, maybe this fist is made of metal.

"After becoming a lackey of hell, you really have two hands."

Muradin, who did some somersaults in the air and landed firmly on the ground, pretended to be calm and said, but the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

"Thank you. After becoming the dwarf king, your tongue has become even more powerful."

Inaris shook his left fist. He said nonchalantly, with a mocking smile still on his lips that made people angry.

Muradin's eyes narrowed, and he swooped over again. The hammer in his hand suddenly turned into countless hammer shadows, densely covering Aenaris's body from top to bottom. From his perspective, except for the giant hammer, he could no longer see anything. What's up?

"Dong-dong-dong-"

Inarius's expression did not change at all. Raise your left hand, fist, arm, elbow, and move it continuously. Facing Munardin's hammer shadow all over the sky, the sound of collisions of metal and human bones continued to be heard in the air.

"Ahhhh——"

Within a few seconds, hundreds of hammer shadows were swung out. However, Aenaris took them all. Muradin showed no signs of discouragement. He pulled hard with both hands and raised the hammer to the back of his head. He looked up at the high hammer body, with the cold evil aura faintly glowing from it. Makes you shiver.

Final blow! !

Following Muradin's roar, the hammer in the air suddenly disappeared out of thin air in his eyes, and Aenaris looked relaxed below. His expression became solemn for the first time. He reacted the moment the hammer disappeared. While squatting down, he roared and slammed the hammer in his right hand upwards.

At the critical moment, the giant hammer that had just disappeared from Muradin's head met with the iron hammer that Aenaris had just raised, making the most explosive impact so far. The ground where Anarres stands. There was a sudden dent, and Aenaris was thrown into a deep pit. This shows the domineering power of this blow.

However, even so, the blow was still blocked by Anarres. In the giant pit, Anarres squatted half-crouched, raised the dark gold hammer high, and suddenly swung it with force, throwing away Muradin's giant hammer stuck to it. Flying, Muradin also fell out again.

"Yes, I have two hands. It seems that I still underestimated you." Aenaris rubbed his right arm that was still shaking slightly and shook it slightly, his expression still evil and ferocious.

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

As soon as he finished speaking, Aenaris had disappeared on the spot, and appeared behind Muradin the next moment, raising the hammer and hitting him hard on the head.

Muradin didn't react slowly and didn't turn around. He used the wind to detect the giant hammer and blocked Anarres's condescending hammer. However, the huge force still made him stagger forward uncontrollably. Stepping forward, he turned around to face Anarres. At this time, Anarres's hammer had fallen again.

"Qiang——"

The iron hammer collided with the giant hammer, and Muradin took a few steps back.

"Qiang-Qiang-Qiang-"

Enares was unyielding and struck one after another with the hammer. Although he used ordinary attacks, every blow made Muradin take a few steps back, leaving a series of deep holes under his feet. footprints.

Anarres's hammer fell faster and faster, like a heavy rain, and the clanging sound of metal collisions also continued into a continuous high-pitched sound. Muradin's figure was shrouded in the overwhelming shadow of the hammer and kept retreating. He was standing, barely protecting himself with the giant hammer, his arms were shaking slightly, and sweat was already appearing on his forehead.

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

While waving his fists, Aenaris roared loudly as if to vent his anger, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger. His voice was still clear even amid the continuous clanging of metal.

"The moment I learned that you abandoned the hammer in your hand and returned to the Dwarf King's City, I felt like you had betrayed me, betrayed our oath, and trampled on all my hard work and dedication. How could you be a mere dwarf? Is the position of king really that important? Important enough to abandon one's dreams and companions?

What you are most sorry for is not me, nor the promises we made, but yourself. You failed to live up to your dreams, talents and talents and threw them into the stinky ditch. Do you hear me? They still wail in your heart. Angry and roaring, you have the talent of a blacksmith but not the soul of a blacksmith! ! Your hand is not qualified to hold a hammer, it will be stained by you.

The more I think about it, the angrier I feel, why, why people like you. God will still give you such talents and talents. Why do I put in all my efforts, but I can only chase your back? Why do you still have to give up your hammer? Whenever I am in the furnace of the abyss of hell. When I was beating, I was thinking like this, and I was so angry. Accumulate your anger bit by bit into the hammer, integrate your roaring soul into the hammer, day after day, year after year, and then. Use this hammer...! ! "

As he spoke, Aenaris raised the dark gold hammer high, clasping it with both hands, carrying the hammer that was tempered by countless strikes. The simplest and fastest straight line fell towards the top of Muradin's head.

"Crush you!!!"

"boom--"

It was like a 100,000-kilogram iron ball falling, and the earth shook violently, which could be clearly felt thousands of meters away.

"Old Mu!!!"

The dwarf warriors screamed in horror, although Muradin was stingy, petty, and liked to take advantage. His temper just happened to be extremely bad. But it is undeniable that he works hard for the entire dwarf clan and has an irreplaceable position in everyone's mind.

At this time, the Great Elder and others stretched out their hands to stop the dwarf warriors who were about to pounce, and shook their heads.

"Don't worry, Lao Mu is fine. We have to believe in him."

He was looked directly at by the elders with firm eyes. The dwarf warrior's mood gradually calmed down. He doubtfully explained the deep crater that was created.

When the dust settled, Muradin's stubby thighs and legs knelt on the ground. One hand was supporting the ground and the other was holding up the subway hammer. His body was trembling slightly. The muscles on his head and arms were cracked like mud walls. Even the armor was full of cracks. His beard and hair were messy. There was no luster as before, and bright red blood was flowing down from the top of his head, dyeing the damaged armor red, just like a soldier who fell in the sunset after a bloody battle, desolate and sad.

With a strong push of his arms, he finally stood up unsteadily from the ground. His short body stood upright in front of Anarius, looking directly at him with sharp and sad eyes, without losing any of his momentum.

"No matter how many faults I have, if anything happens, you just come to me. Aenaris, you should never, never should. You should not trample on the lives of other dwarves. Only on this point, I will absolutely I won’t forgive you.”

Muradin's messy beard trembled, and the words spit out from it were as cold as the snow blowing in December.

A flash of pain flashed through Inaris's eyes, and he suddenly held his head, as if resisting something. But in a moment, his eyes returned to fiery red, and his face became more ferocious.

"Hahaha - so what? I just want you to taste the pain and blow I suffered that day, and give it back to you a thousand times, ten thousand times. I want you to see with your own eyes that you would rather abandon it The clansmen you have to protect with the hammer in your hand died miserably at your feet one by one. Just imagining your painful expression at that time makes me tremble with excitement!!"

As he spoke, Aenaris raised his hands arrogantly and laughed wildly. The laughter was full of evil and violence.

"It seems that your sanity has been almost corroded by the evil force."

Listening to what Anarres said, Muradin was not angry, but the sad look in his eyes became more intense. Then, he swung the giant hammer in his hand.

"In that case, old friend, let me relieve you."

The entire atmosphere suddenly sank as he spoke. The cold and huge wind on the Plain of Despair seemed to suddenly sink when it blew in front of him, without blowing up a trace of dust on the ground.

"Relief? Hahaha——, okay, you can show me how to free me. Do you want to commit suicide? Hahahaha——"

Inaris's laughter became more and more cold and evil, and he was on the verge of losing his mind. He didn't even notice the strange scenes around him.

"Old friend, you..."

With a sigh, Muradin's eyes suddenly became serious, he clenched his fists, and the veins of the muscles exposed from the armor burst into tightness. The muscles began to expand at a speed that could be detected by the naked eye, and there was a pop. The armor, which was already full of cracks, finally couldn't bear the expansion of the muscles and shattered and ejected. Tualatin's upper body was exposed, and the muscles on it were as tangled and hard as the roots of an old tree. The entire upper body expanded several times.

"Oooo--"

As if he couldn't bear the strain on his muscles, Muradin let out an indistinct growl, which grew louder. It gives people a wonderful rhythm, just like...

Yes, just like the blood-heated war song that sounded throughout the village the moment the dwarf royal city appeared, Muradin's low roar gradually amplified, and finally turned into a roar to the sky. The roar hovered for a long time, as if hundreds of thousands of dwarves were singing at the same time. The war song of their dwarf clan. The sound is like a roaring bell, and the energy is like a mountain torrent.

That rough, loud, passionate and heroic war song seemed to ignite the boundless flames of war. All the dwarves, including me, could not help but have red eyes under the influence of this soaring war song. Exuding a strong fighting spirit, he sang the loud war song, intertwined with Muradin's roar.

At this time, Muradin's upper body expanded several times, and changed again. The entire body continued to enlarge, and a layer of stone skin began to spread from the top of his head, slowly covering his whole body. When Muradin's body more than doubled again, his whole body, including hair, eyes, teeth, beard, and even the golden hammer in his hand, were wrapped in stone skin. The exposed upper body forms a set of mighty armor. Holding a stone hammer. At this moment, Muradin looked like a stone statue of the God of War.

but. This stone statue is a living place.

Wife, come out and see God! !

I was also stunned, but unlike what other dwarves were thinking, I was completely unable to complain at this moment.

"Haha, I'll be surprised. Let me tell you, Muradin is a hidden profession that our dwarves rarely find in thousands of years, a dwarf giant warrior!!"

The great elder looked at me dumbfounded, thinking that I was shocked at why Muradin had transformed, so he couldn't help but laugh proudly and explain.

What shocked me was not that Muradin could transform, but the effect of his transformation, you bastard! !

"What? Dwarf Winter Melon Warrior?"

Since I couldn't complain, I had to enter the pretending mode to combat the arrogance of the great elder.

"Asshole, you brat, be careful I'll put you on the blacklist of the dwarves!!" The great elder was not happy and immediately glared at him.

"Old Mu is a hidden profession that is rare in your clan for thousands of years. Why are you sighing that the dwarves did not have a continental twin star?" I replied not to be outdone.

"You still don't understand. Things like the Mainland Twin Stars don't mean that they can be compared to the Hidden Profession. Otherwise, they wouldn't be the Mainland Twin Stars, but the Ten-Senior and Hundred-Senior Stars." The Great Elder shook his head. He shook his head and looked at me enviously.

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

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

The great elder said matter-of-factly, and I secretly gave him a middle finger in contempt.

His eyes returned to the battlefield. After his transformation, Muradin's figure suddenly rose to three or four meters tall. His upper body was even more muscular. In terms of volume alone, it was no less than the nearly five-meter-tall Ainari. That's it.

Enares was obviously caught off guard by this change, and looked at Muradin blankly, his eyes widening.

Muradin's whole body was covered with a layer of stone skin, and the aura and eyes he exuded were as cold as stone. He raised the giant hammer that had turned into a stone hammer and magnified it several times, and raised it towards Ainari. Smash it.

"Dong——"

Aenaris raised his hammer to meet him. Muradin's giant hammer was two or three times the size of his, so this impact was in line with common sense. Aenaris was knocked away by the hammer.

"This, this is impossible!!"

Aenaris got up from the ground, yelled crazily, rushed towards Muradin with a distorted face, and hit him hard with the hammer raised high.

Muradin did not raise the hammer to meet him, or even punch him, but let the hammer fall on his upper body, making a clanging sound like a metal collision. He took a few steps back, but the stone skin on his body was not at all. There are no cracks.

"Hammer Dance!!"

In the dull eyes of Aenaris, Muradin showed no mercy. The terrifying stone hammer once again transformed into countless hammer shadows. The strong wind blown by the hammer even blew away the fist-sized rocks next to us several kilometers away. It was even more powerful than the first time he used it. How many times.

"Dong dong dong dong dong dong——"

Intensive hammering sounds sounded, and countless hammer shadows fell mercilessly on Aenaris' body. His breasts were like a leaf in the strong wind, constantly eroding.

Final blow! !

"Dong——"

The hammer face, which was bigger than Aenaris's chest, disappeared in the air. The next moment, a violent explosion surged on the ground, and gravel and powder shot straight into the sky a hundred meters above.

After the explosion, Aenaris fell in a pool of blood. Of course he wouldn't die so easily, but he was already seriously injured.

"Anarres——"

Muradin stood quietly beside Aenaris, putting away his giant hammer. Seeing that a trace of clarity had returned to his eyes, he couldn't help but shout softly. In the voice as hard as stone, one can hear the endless sorrow of vicissitudes of life.

"Old friend, we meet again -"

Aenaris, who was lying on the ground, smiled slightly. His face no longer looked as ferocious as before.

"I just want to tell you that I have never forgotten the promise I made back then, but there are some things that are more important than my own life, and I have to protect them."

Muradin knelt down gently on his knees and held Aenareth's blood-stained hands.

"I know."

Enares narrowed his eyes and looked up at the lead-colored sky.

"It's just. Muradin, it's really boring to live alone in blacksmithing. It doesn't feel like a competitor. It's really boring. I don't want your talent to be buried here, and I don't want to lose you as a competitor. Of course When I noticed it, it had been eroded by the power of darkness. I launched an attack on the dwarves. Since the dwarves have drowned your talents, let the dwarves disappear. This is what I think. Old friend, can you forgive me? ?”

"This is not okay. No matter what, it means the lives of hundreds of dwarf warriors. How can you forgive me?"

"That's true, although it's too late, but I'm sorry." Aenaris coughed a few times, with an apology on his face.

"But, we are still friends." Muradin held Aenaris' hand tightly and said firmly.

"If you commit a crime, let me atone for it!"

"Thank you, thank you, Muradin, you are still the same..." Tauren Aenaris murmured with tears in his eyes, and struggled to grab the dark gold hammer next to him.

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

"Let me declare in advance that I cannot lose my responsibility, but I cannot guarantee the realization of your dream." Muradin held the hammer tightly.

"You guy, won't you even let me die in peace?" As he said this, Anaris smiled, and his face suddenly became distorted.

"Old friend, I'm about to die. If you don't mind giving me a last lift."

"Asshole, do you want me to go to hell like you after I die?" Muradin twitched the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't bring out a smile. A tear fell from his stone eyes.

"Goodbye, old friend."

"Bye now."

Muradin raised the dark gold hammer high, closed his eyes, and then dropped it suddenly.

Hammer of Thunder! !

Countless bolts of lightning scattered from the impact point, and incandescent lightning filled the earth, just like the end of the world.

His body gradually shrank and returned to its original appearance. Muradin looked at the empty, charred pit, his legs softened, and he knelt down. His old face was filled with tears.

He recalled the first time he saw Anarres.

He is a arrogant blacksmith. Maybe because he is an orphan, he always purses his lips tightly, giving people a kind of indifference that avoids strangers. But in fact, he is just not good at expressing. His interests and talents make most people Can't keep up with his language.

So, he and Inaris met. Looking back on that era, Inaris always followed him honestly like a younger brother, but sometimes he would get red-faced and fight over a smelting step.

I'm sorry, Inaris, I know you are afraid of loneliness...