"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 frightened 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 suddenly 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 is his relationship 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's 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, what's that? Just jump down like that, 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, armed 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.

Does 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 "boom" sound, it made a huge crater on the ground, filling the air with smoke and dust. The way he made his entrance was so grand that it was not inferior to him at all.

That tauren.

After 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, several 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 a counterattack that fails to show off its power.

"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 the beginning to the end, the tauren's pupils were burning like two balls of flame, but his eyes were extremely cold. He watched the farce quietly, and when Muradin got up, he 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 freeze. 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. They 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, but 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 royal city that was quietly disappearing, and then glanced at Aenaris. He was clearly a super strong man from hell. He left the dwarf royal 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 turns out that this is the reason. It seems that the King's City is not without its flaws. It relies too much on the thunder and lightning energy on the God's Punishment Mountains and is 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 flaming 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 Aenaris blankly.

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

Is the genius even 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.

.

"Anarres, 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 trying very hard to control the anger in his heart.

"Glory, hahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Enares 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 to the mainland 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

Say, this is not a dream.

For that lifelong goal, even if it means giving up 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.

"Humph, what about you? How much better are you? The one who used the lowest-grade 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.

"But, 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 than 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, you still don't understand anything until now!!" Aenaris kept shaking his head, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, 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.

, but I hate you even more for not working hard..."

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

"Jealousy, arrogance, greed, anger, laziness..." 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, listen to 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 between 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, still staring closely at the two men who exuded a powerful momentum, and did not stop until they were several kilometers away.

.

Looking from a distance, the yellow sand and dust rolled up by the momentum of the two people formed two huge cyclones, which were constantly rubbing and pushing. The confrontation in momentum alone was so terrifying.

At this time, Muradin took out his favorite weapon, a giant golden hammer, and waved his hand lightly, rolling up a huge tornado. His whole body was also covered with 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. With that indomitable power, the fierce whine in the air seemed to

In front of him was a hill, which was about to be shattered by this hammer.

The beautiful friendship between the two master blacksmiths was finally shattered when the hammer fell.

"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 any longer, a huge circular pit opened up.

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 sound was like a sonic attack, which made us dare not 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 who were more than a hundred years ago were stronger than you are now."

"Really? Then I'll 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, then 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 flesh-and-blood fist in front of him, 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's left fist, which was still raised high. They were 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."

Enares shook his left fist and said nonchalantly, still with a sarcastic smile 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 happened?

"Dong-dong-dong-"

Enaris's expression did not change at all. He raised his left hand, fist, arm, and elbow, and moved it continuously. Facing Munaradin's hammer shadow in the sky, the sound of collisions of metal and flesh and bones continued to be heard in the air.

"Ahhhh——"

Within a few seconds, he swung out hundreds of hammer shadows. However, Anarres caught them all. Muradin showed no signs of discouragement. He pulled hard with both hands, raised the hammer body to the back of his head, and looked up at the sky.

The body of the highland hammer has a vague cold evil aura that makes people shiver.

Final blow!!

Following Muradin's roar, the hammer in the air suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Aenaris, who originally had a relaxed face below, also looked serious for the first time. He reacted the moment the hammer disappeared and crouched down.

, roared angrily, 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 subway hammer that Anarres had just raised, making the most explosive impact sound so far. The ground where Anarres was standing suddenly dented,

Aenaris and his entire body were thrown into a deep pit. This shows how powerful and domineering this blow was.

However, even so, this 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, Anarres had disappeared on the spot, and the next moment he appeared behind Muradin, raised the hammer and hit him hard on the head.

Muradin did not react slowly and did not turn back. He listened to the wind and raised the giant hammer to block Anarres's condescending hammer. However, the huge force still made him stagger forward uncontrollably.

He took a step forward and 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 normal attacks, every blow made Muradin take a few steps back, leaving a series of deep holes under his feet.

's footprints.

Anarres's hammer fell faster and faster, like a heavy rainstorm, and the clanging sound of metal clashed 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 were betraying me, betraying our oath, and trampling 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 gifts, and threw them into the stinking ditch. Do you hear me? They are still with you.

I'm wailing in my heart. I'm angry and roaring. You have the talent of a blacksmith, but you don't have the soul of a blacksmith! Your hand is not qualified to hold a hammer at all, it will be stained by you.

The more I think about it, the angrier I feel, why, why would God give people like you such talents and talents? Why, after all my efforts, can I only chase after your back? Why are you like this?

, but I still have to give up my hammer. Whenever I hammer in the furnace of the abyss of hell, I think so, and get so angry. I accumulate my anger bit by bit into the hammer, and roar my anger.

The soul is integrated into the hammer, day after day, year after year, and then. Use this hammer...!!"

As he spoke, Aenaris raised the dark gold hammer high, clenched it with both hands, and brought the simplest and fastest straight line, tempered by countless strikes, down towards Muradin's head.

"Crush you!!!"

"boom--"

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

"Old Mu!!!"

The dwarf warriors screamed in horror. Although Muradin is stingy, petty, and likes to take advantage, he also has a bad temper. But it is undeniable that he works hard for the entire dwarf clan.

, 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 on them, and shook their heads.

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

Looking directly at the elders with firm eyes, the dwarf warrior's mood gradually calmed down, and he doubtfully commented on the deep crater that had been made.

When the dust settled, Muradin's stubby thighs and legs were kneeling on the ground. One hand was supporting the ground, and the other hand was holding up the subway hammer. His body was trembling slightly. The muscles above his head and arms were cracking like mud walls.

Even the armor was full of cracks, his beard and hair were messy, and no longer had the luster they had before. Red blood was flowing from the top of his head, dyeing the damaged armor red, just like a bloody warrior who fell in the sunset.

Desolate, sad.

With a strong push of his arms, he finally stood up unsteadily from the ground. His short body stood upright in front of Anarres, looking directly at him with sharp and sad eyes, and his aura did not lose at all.

"No matter how many faults I have, if anything happens, you just come to me. Aenaris, you shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't trample on the lives of other dwarves. Only on this point, I will absolutely

I won’t forgive you.”

Muradin's messy beard was trembling, and the words coming out of it were as cold as the snow blowing in December.

A flash of pain flashed across Anarres'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, his laughter full of evil and violence.

"It seems that your sanity has been corroded by evil forces."

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 help you out."

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? Hahaha——"

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..."

Sighing softly, Muradin's eyes suddenly became serious. He clenched his fists tightly. 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. There was a pop. The armor that was already full of cracks

, finally unable to bear the swelling of his muscles, he shattered and ejected, and the upper body of Tualatin was exposed. The muscles above were as tangled and hard as the roots of an old tree, and the entire upper body expanded several times.

"Oooo--"

As if he couldn't bear the strain of his muscles, Muradin let out an indistinct growl. The growl amplified and gave people a strange rhythm, as if...

Yes, just like the blood-heated war song that sounded throughout the village the moment the Dwarf King's 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 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, were affected by this soaring war song and couldn't help but have their eyes red. They exuded a strong fighting spirit.

The loud war song was sung, intertwined with Muradin's roar.

At this time, Muradin's upper body expanded several times and changed again. The entire body continued to enlarge. A layer of stone skin began to spread from the top of his head and slowly covered his whole body. When Muradin's body enlarged twice again

Most of the time, his entire body, including his hair, eyes, teeth, beard, and even the golden hammer in his hand, is covered in stone skin. This layer of stone skin forms a set of mighty armor on his exposed upper body.

Holding a stone hammer in his hand, Muradin looked like a stone statue of the God of War at this moment.

However, this stone statue is a living place.

Wife, come out and see God!!

I was also stunned, but unlike the other dwarves, 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 with a dumbfounded expression, 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, 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 will put you on the blacklist of the dwarves!!" The great elder was not happy and immediately snarled.

"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 that something like the Mainland Twin Stars does not mean that you can compare it with a hidden profession. Otherwise, it would not be a Mainland Twin Star, but a Ten-child star or a Hundred-child star." 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, but 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, eyes wide open.

Muradin, whose whole body was covered with a layer of stone skin, exuded aura and eyes that 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 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. Instead, he 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 did not change at all.

There are no cracks.

"Hammer Dance!!"

In the dull eyes of Anarres, 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 man next to us several thousand meters away.

The stones were also blown away, and the power was many times greater than when he first used it.

"Dong dong dong dong dong dong——"

The sound of dense physical knocking sounded, and countless hammer shadows fell mercilessly on Aenaris' body. His flesh was 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 across 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 would not die so easily, but he was already seriously injured.

"Anarres——"

Muradin stood quietly beside Aenaris, put away his giant hammer, and saw a trace of clarity returning to his eyes. He couldn't help shouting softly. In his stone-like rough voice, one could 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 Anarreth'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 realized it, I 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 thought. Old friend, can you forgive me?

?”

"That's not okay. No matter what, it's the lives of hundreds of dwarf warriors. How can you forgive me?"

"That's right, 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..." The 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, don't you even want to let me die in peace?" He said this, but Aenaris was smiling, and his face suddenly became distorted.

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

"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, and 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 rays 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 proud 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

I can't keep up with the pace of his language.

So, he and Anarius met. Recalling that era, Anarius always followed him honestly like a younger brother, but sometimes he would get red-faced and fight over a smelting step.
Chapter completed!