Muradin also knew that this necklace was the necklace that the first dwarf king carried around his neck when he woke up in Coldridge Valley. It contained many secrets. It was said that it was related to the mystery of the origin of the dwarves.

This determined and powerful dwarf warrior sat alone in his room. The flames of the fireplace were burning, making the room very comfortable and warm. But there was no warmth in Muradin's heart. He had lost his brother. He had lost his brother.

He lost everything in his own country.

The very finely polished horn helmet was thrown aside by him, and the weapons that never left his body were thrown casually on the ground. Muradin held the ancient necklace with both hands, and his eyes were filled with deathly silence.

The fleeing dwarves all gathered in the Cold Ridge Valley. The mountain roads leading to the outside world had been completely blown up. As an excellent commander, Muradin knew very well the terrible encounter the Bronzebeard clan was facing now. They could not rush out. They

He will be imprisoned forever in this iceberg and snow until the orthodox Bronzebeard bloodline completely withers.

"I'm not strong enough..."

Muradin struggled to stand up. Every time he moved, terrible pain would be felt all over his body. He rushed out from the strangulation of the two death lords. Muradin had exhausted all his strength. He knelt on one knee in front of the beating fire.

, he put the necklace in his hand against his heart, and as the flames beat, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"I'm not strong enough...I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"I will fulfill your unfinished mission, brother...I will lead my people to survive. The bloodline of Bronzebeard will not be cut off here. I swear..."

"Brian! Open the secret chamber of Anvilmar! Let the shamans prepare the ritual of earth communication..."
Chapter completed!