The towering metal door slowly opened, revealing a straight and narrow road behind it, as well as the empty "abyss" on both sides of the road.

This is an empty mountain, empty up and down, and the light suddenly dimmed after entering.

Looking up, the faint sunlight penetrated and blew down from the cave on the top of the mountain, covering most of the stone road under your feet that looked like a bridge.

Looking down, there was an extremely deep space below the bridge. The red flames radiated from the bottom, hazy, as if there was a huge furnace there.

Looking around, the place is generally hollow cylindrical, with hollow mountain caves all over the square rock walls.

A large number of firelights and dwarf figures came from countless caves. At a rough look, they were densely packed like beehives.

Closely close to the rock wall are stone steps, carefully chiseled out by dwarves and stand on the surface of the mountain wall. It is bent up and down, layer by layer, connecting the top of the mountain and below the abyss...

This is the hollow residence of Nogrod, the Huobe dwarves, and the hollow city-state.

Even Charles was shocked by what he saw, not to mention the captain of the guards and the other two guards who walked in behind him.

However, this did not conceal their dissatisfaction with the dwarves here.

Yes, dissatisfied.

The two tribes had already communicated about King Nando's visit before leaving.

It is said that their arrival should be a grand reception, but along the way, they encountered many dwarf levels, but only a team of soldiers and a dwarf waiter who led the way was welcomed.

This is nothing for ordinary elves, but receiving an elf king is obviously too simple.

"Maybe the dwarfs are receiving differently than we imagined?"

"No, I have seen them receive King Fenrod of Slond, Nagor, and then the dwarf king came out to greet him."

"Even if we are weaker than Slond, this kind of reception is very rude."

...

The lowly comments of many guards before entering were still lingering in their minds. On the surface, Charles didn't say anything, but he frowned secretly, feeling that the trip would not go smoothly.

Is there any other reason to take action?

Various thoughts flashed through his mind, but on the surface he did not say anything.

Following the bridge, they reached the mountain at the end of their sight. Then, under the guidance of the waiter, they continued to linger along the rock stairs on the mountain, and saw the fire in front of them increasing and the surrounding temperature became higher and higher.

The sound of a large number of gold and iron clashing sounds became clearer and clearer, until they followed the steps to the bottom of the mountain, a scene of hot and hot fire was reflected in their eyes.

At the bottom of Nogrod is an underground square covering a wide area. The rocky surface of the square is pitch black and flat, and many shirtless dwarves are busy here.

The raised hammer, the red sword, the huge furnace, the iron chains wrapped around the four sides, and a road connecting the steps in front of you leading to the deep hall at the end of the square.

The arrival of the group did not receive any dwarves here attention. The dwarves focused on their own work and did not move their eyes.

And here, they finally met a dwarf royal family.

"I heard that the elf king at the foot of the mountain is good at all kinds of interesting magic, but I didn't believe it." A laughing voice came from the end of the road. Looking around, a small man with a soft hair and a height of about 1.23 meters was seen.

Compared to other dwarves I saw, this person dressed more neatly, with red hair in yellow robe, neat beard on his face, and even a gold belt around his waist.

The dwarves are generally between 1.3 and 1.5 meters tall, so the person in front of them is actually among the dwarves. However, his laughter sounds very heroic.

But those tiny pairs of eyes really damage the image.

At the same time, the words he said were also thought-provoking.

Is this aware of what happened outside before?

This thought flashed through Charles' mind and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

After saluting each other and saying their names, he immediately took three guards to officially enter King Nogrod's hall.

The hall is connected to the rear square, so the sound is also very noisy, but when you walk into it, you will see it very neatly.

In a rocky hall, torches shine, with stone pillars on both sides. The road leading to the depths of the hall is paved with fiery red wool carpets, and is paved to the foundation of a stone throne at the end.

On both sides of the throne are two rows of dwarves with similar appearances as gold belts, and on the throne is an old dwarf with a big beer belly.

The old dwarf had a slightly gray-bearded hair, a golden crown, a round face and thin eyes. Sitting on a throne that matched his height was not abrupt. At the same time, the base above the surface could also allow him to look down at a group of visitors at the end of the hall.

Yes, he looked down and didn't even get up.

Seeing this, Charles smiled suddenly, and stood at the entrance of the hall dozens of meters away from the Dwarf Throne.

Then he turned his head and signaled the guards to hand over the gifts they brought for the visit to the golden belt. He then stroked the chest and saluted slightly, and then turned around without saying a word.

This happy appearance made the dwarf king who was originally sitting there a little surprised.

What is this for?

Shouldn't you ask for help?

Are you asking for help?

What's going on?

However, after looking at each other with the children and grandchildren beside him, the old king did not call each other. Instead, he widened his eyes and looked at the left behind, leaving, disappearing from his sight.

After waiting for a while, I finally heard the sound of the steel door above slowly opening and closing, and then I couldn't help but yell.

"It's a big temper." He muttered and turned around and asked, "Since he didn't ask for help, we can't take the initiative to run to show our respect, right?"

"Yes, father."

The dwarf with braids next to him hummed and replied, but his eyes were on the gift brought by the young elf king in the golden belt.

It was an object encapsulated with emerald green sealed tube. It looked very ordinary, but a faint fragrance of rose flowers drifted from its surface, proving that this small tube as big as a palm is not ordinary.

"Still it with such a big cup, it must be wine inside."

This is the consensus of all dwarves here. What is obvious is that the Green Elf’s wine has always been very delicious.

Unfortunately, he kept sneaking and reminded the old fat king on the throne. He saw him wave to the golden belt. After approaching, the other party snatched the little wooden tube and pulled it out. The thing was opened.

“It doesn’t seem to taste.”

He lowered his head and sniffed the green liquid here. The old king muttered a few words in his mouth, as if he was complaining about such a little, being too stingy or something.

Then he looked up and drank it all.

A sweet and cool feeling poured into my throat, and it felt like drinking a glass of honey wine blended with high-quality honey, with a little sourness.

The dwarf king smacked his lips and felt it was quite delicious, but it was limited to this.

Then he turned his head and glared at his braided son who was looking beside him, and said, "Look at your appearance. If it weren't for the outsiders, you would have lost all the face of our Huo Whisper clan!"

"I just want to know what it tastes like." His son's voice was a little aggrieved.

"What else can you taste? If you want to drink it, run to the forest behind the mountain and find a nest of bees..."

The short and fat king was about to find a nest of bees to steal their honey and drink it with wine. But suddenly he felt a surging burning sensation in his stomach suddenly hit, and the hidden pain and secret wounds left by the ironwork on his body disappeared. His face was stunned, and then his expression was dazed.

"This feeling...this feeling..." He squinted his eyes, his whole body slightly opened his mouth, as if he was about to yawn.

But in the end, under the curious gaze of the dwarfs beside them, the old and fat dwarf king did not really yawn, but stood up from the throne after a while in a daze.

"Hurry, go quickly, call him back!"

"Father, I..."

"Don't talk nonsense, I have bad legs and feet. Do you want me to go there in person?"

"But you said just now..."
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