Chapter 661 A Turbulent World and a Mourning Golden Dragon

After this earth-shattering "God War", the elite of the Empire led by Dror quickly settled in Avenderdan and took away the crystallization of the wisdom and sweat of the dwarves for thousands of years.

After hearing that the Burning Empire had acted brazenly and destroyed the High Mountain Kingdom again at lightning speed, the continent of Fianso was in turmoil again, and people were dumbfounded and panicked.

Avenderdan, which had not fallen for thousands of years, the common home of the shield dwarves, actually fell into the hands of the evil dragon so easily!

The major forces around were trembling, and the tension reached its peak. Many countries have already expressed their intention to form a military alliance, hoping to keep warm together and resist these "barbarians" from the bitter cold land.

After successfully settling in Avenderdan, the Empire's patrol team also conducted a thorough search of the city and found hundreds of dwarves hiding in the city, half of whom died in fierce resistance, and the remaining half surrendered to the Empire.

It was a pity that the "Lord of the Mountains" Ed was extremely determined and had a desperate intention. He actually smashed the exquisite machinery in the city before the war began and emptied the Lonely Mountain Treasury in advance, which made Dror furious and furious.

However, what surprised them was that due to the arrival of Dumathoin, who had the "Secret Treasures of the Earth", rich veins of gold, silver, copper, gems and other minerals appeared in the surrounding mountains. After exploration by technicians, the mineral reserves within a radius of 100 miles were comparable to the entire Anzeta.

In just a few days, Avendeldan, which was about to become an empty city, became busy.

Hearing the news of the mineral deposits, mine owners and businessmen in the empire flocked to the city like piranhas smelling blood, and various investments and engineering projects emerged one after another.

Some people even hired 300 hardworking fire dwarf miners from the Fire Elemental Plane Colony - more accurately, slaves, in order to contract the development rights of this mine here.

At the same time, according to the Empire's original plan, in addition to tens of thousands of elite troops from Dror, more Empire troops were dispatched here, and hundreds of thousands of players received the call-up mission and came here upon hearing the news.

Under Smaug's call, more than 500 bipedal dragons from North Ethel flew to Avendeldan in groups, black and dark, and those deep mines became their natural nests.

Smaug, with his 32 companions, moved into the Lonely Mountain Treasury with great fanfare, becoming the veritable "King under the Mountain" - but now the Lonely Mountain has become empty, not filled with mountains of gold and silver.

It is said that the miners around can often hear the roar of dragons coming from the Lonely Mountain Treasury. That is His Highness Smaug working tirelessly day and night to strengthen the Empire's dragon group.

At Cassius's command, Avenderdan's name was changed to "Dragon City", and the dwarf statues in the Road of Glory were changed into statues of Cassius and other dragon-blooded nobles by the rebellious dwarf craftsmen.

In the near future, Avenderdan, or Dragon City, will become a military fortress for the Empire to control the northeastern region of Feanso, and will also become a paradise for gold diggers, merchants and Asian dragons.

However, for Cassius now, the most important task at the moment is to eliminate the hidden danger buried in the north - the orcs.

Cassius knows the horror of those spore greenskins. Compared with the original nomadic barbarians, the current orcs are more like a biological virus. It can even be said that if the orcs are not cleared, the north will not be at peace.

"Dang!"

"Bang bang hammer sound, the mine tunnel is deep and long!"

"Dang! Dang dang!"

The crisp sound of hammers hitting stones sounded rhythmically, and the mountains echoed with the dwarves' high-spirited ballads.

"The mine is deep and bright, and the treasure is ahead!"

The pickaxe knocks, the hammer shines, and mining is as happy as singing!

Not afraid of hardship, not tired, full of gems and gold!"

The dwarves' voices are full of enthusiasm, making this already hot and red land even more enthusiastic, and also making Zen's beard-covered mouth corners rise up.

This mine is full of dwarf-drilled mines, platforms and scaffoldings, and simple stone houses around. The prototype of a city has already appeared.

Looking at the dwarves who are working hard and sweating, Zen's heart is quite emotional, and the magnificent fortress, his hometown, Avondeldan, can't help emerging in his mind.

Back then, their ancestors should have opened up their homes in this way and built Avondeldan step by step, he thought so.

A dwarf aunt noticed the prince who came to inspect, and was overjoyed. She smiled and waved her hoe: "Your Highness Zen, you are here too! "

Zen nodded: "I just happened to be free, so I came to see you. How do you feel about working here?"

The dwarf aunt said happily: "It's good. It's worthy of the place provided by Lord Titus. This is simply a treasure trove. There are shining gold and gems everywhere. We can't dig it all!"

She wiped the sweat stuck on her beard, hesitated for a moment, and then said hesitantly: "This place is just a little too hot. These days, many people have heatstroke. Kent next door to me was almost killed by the heat."

Zen frowned and said in a deep voice: "I know, I will go to talk to Lord Titus about this matter and buy some heat-resistant potions from him."

The dwarf aunt nodded: "Thank you, Your Highness, but many people want to ask when we can return to Blackrock Mountain?"

Hearing this, the dwarves around gathered around and began to discuss.

They have lived in the volcanic secret area for more than a month, and many dwarves can't stand the hot and unbearable environment here.

"Yes, Your Majesty, when can we go home?"

"How long have we been here?"

"Hey, my husband, Old Cod, is a lazy guy. If it weren't for me, he would probably starve to death!"

Feeling the eager eyes of the dwarves, Zane sighed deeply and answered seriously: "I said that Awendeldan is facing a great crisis. We have to stay here until the end of the war.

Don't think about Blackrock Mountain anymore. Before new news comes, we must regard this volcano as the new home of the dwarves."

Hearing this, the dwarves bowed their heads and sighed, looking lost.

Zane turned around resolutely, but his eyes also showed sadness and longing. As a dwarf prince who grew up in Blackrock Mountain, how could he not miss his hometown?

For a month, the magnificent fortress appeared in his dreams more than once, making him toss and turn and unable to fall asleep.

But Zen knew that he had a more important mission on his shoulders - to continue the mountain kingdom and inherit the glorious civilization of the shield dwarves.

"Your Highness! Your Highness Zen! Lord Titus is visiting, and he said he has an urgent situation to tell you!" In the distance, the dwarf messenger was waving and shouting.

Zen's heart tightened suddenly, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. Beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, but gradually evaporated under the high temperature and turned into smoke.

Urgent news, could it be that Avondeldan has fallen?

No, it's impossible, Zen shook his head and denied his terrible guess.

As long as his father, Eddard, the "Lord of the Mountains", was there, no matter how powerful the evil dragon was, it would be impossible to capture Avondeldan in just a few days.

Zane knew how powerful his father was. Even if he lost the Hammer of Rock, the dwarf king still had the power to command the mountains, enough to scare all invaders.

But even though he was confident in Ed, Zane was still panicking.

Zane tried to stay calm, stepped forward quickly, and said to the panting messenger: "Where is Sir Titus?"

It was obviously not an easy task to run in this demiplane filled with fire elements. The messenger was sweating and panting and replied: "Your Highness, Sir Titus. He is on the top of Mount Lysander."

"I know, I just happen to have something to find him, so you don't have to run again." Zane replied.

Mount Lysander was named after the fourth king of the Alpine Kingdom, the dwarf hero Lysander, and it takes two miles to the north.

Zane's physique is much stronger than the messenger. He walked quickly and soon reached the top of Mount Lysander and saw the familiar figure.

The scales on his body were shining with golden light, his wings were wide, his dragon head was majestic and wise, his eyes were like deep golden pools, and more than a dozen gill whiskers were fluttering in the air.

-That was Titus, the "Wing of Dawn", and the closest and most steadfast ally of the shield dwarves.

But at this moment, the ancient golden dragon looked serious and sad.

"Zen, you are here." Titus said, his voice was low and hoarse, like a sigh.

The young dwarf prince's heart tightened immediately, and the premonition became stronger. He walked forward quickly and said anxiously: "Sir Titus, what happened to you?"

Hearing the dwarf's question, the golden dragon's pale golden eyes revealed uncontrollable guilt and self-blame, and said in a heavy voice: "I'm sorry, Zen.

Ewendeldan. It has fallen."

"What?!"

Zen's pupils shook, his mouth opened, his expression was dazed, and this sentence exploded in his heart like a bolt from the blue.

The dwarf prince had rehearsed this day countless times in his mind, but he didn't expect it to come so soon. He kept shaking his head and muttering to himself: "This, this, how could it be so soon!"

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Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Zane asked anxiously: "What about my father, Ed? He, he won't..."

His voice was stumbling, and he choked up at the end.

Titus sighed again and said very seriously: "Ed died."

Zane's legs trembled first, and then he fell to the ground limply, tears welled up in his eyes, and the tall figure kept appearing in his mind.

At any time, in front of his father, Zane was the thin child.

He grasped the hammer of rock in his hand and said vaguely: Father, I killed him, it was my cowardice that made him..."

"No, it's not your fault, Your Highness Zane, it's the sin of those brutal invaders. "

The golden dragon raised his head, his majestic face was covered by the light of the flame, and his eyes like golden pools showed nostalgia and respect.

"As for your father, he was a true hero and a close friend I will never forget. He died gloriously on the battlefield resisting invasion.

History will always remember his name - Ed Klein, the King of the Shield Dwarves, the Lord of the Mountains, a warrior who died to resist the tyranny of the dragon. "

Hearing this, Zane wiped the tears from his face, grasped the Hammer of Rock, and got up from the ground. He said: "Sir Titus, I will inherit his will, overthrow the tyranny of the dragon, and take back Avondeldan. "

"I am very pleased to hear you say this. I believe His Majesty Ed will be proud of you. But now is not the time. The evil dragon and his minions are too powerful. Our strength is not enough." said the ancient golden dragon.

Zen looked into the distance and said, "I know, Sir Titus, but one day, evil will be defeated by justice and darkness will be illuminated by light, right?"

"Of course."

Titus smiled kindly, then turned his head and looked at the dwarf prince with his wise golden eyes: "Your Highness Zen, His Majesty Ed entrusted me with something before he left, and asked me to give it to you at the right time."

The ancient golden dragon stretched out its huge claws and pulled out an item from the void - it was a crown made of gold, inlaid with various gems, revealing the mellow and atmospheric feeling unique to dwarf craftsmanship.

"This is."

Zen's eyes flickered, and soon he saw the origin of the thing.

——That is the crown of the mountains. Only the king who is recognized by the entire shield dwarf tribe can wear this crown and be crowned as the true Lord of the Mountains.

Titus picked up the crown and said solemnly: "If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. I think you should be qualified to wear it now."

Zen was excited. He looked at the dwarf subjects who were working, at the city under construction, and at the tall figure in his heart.

He knew that at this moment, he must take on the responsibility of the Lord of the Mountains and lead his subjects to a glorious tomorrow together.

"Lord of the Mountains!"

"Long live His Majesty Zen!"

Shouts came from the bottom of the mountain. Zen turned his head in surprise and saw that the old, weak, sick and disabled dwarves were cheering and encouraging the dwarf prince with tears.

——It turned out that the conversation just now had been amplified by Titus and spread to every corner of the volcanic secret realm.

All dwarves knew that Ed was dead, and His Highness Zen would take on the responsibility of the Lord of the Mountains and become their new king.

Titus smiled and said, "Look, don't worry, young king, you have been recognized by your future subjects."

Listening to those encouraging voices, a warm current surged in Zane's heart, and the sense of responsibility became stronger.

Zane walked forward with firm steps and bowed his head.

Titus carefully put the crown on his head and said softly, "Congratulations, Your Highness Zane, no, now it should be called Your Majesty Zane."

"Sir Titus, thank you for your trust.

I swear-I will lead the shield dwarves to a bright future. One day, I will take back Avendeldan and avenge my father." Zane raised his head and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

This is a promise to his subjects and also a promise to himself.

His expression is extremely firm, and his eyebrows have revealed the temperament of Ed, the former Lord of the Mountains-now, the heavy responsibility of reviving the shield dwarves is completely on him.

"Your Majesty Zenn!"

"Zen, Lord of the Mountains!"

"Take back Avendeldan! Rebuild the glory of the dwarves!"

"Yes, we want to avenge His Majesty Eddard!"

The dwarves cheered even more enthusiastically, waving their hammers and hammers. Although they were still sad about Eddard's death, they still encouraged and supported Zenn generously.

Titus looked at the young king with satisfaction and clapped his paws. The ancient golden dragon was still full of nostalgia, with tears streaming down his face, and exclaimed: "Resemblance, so resemblance"

It was exactly like an old man who was satisfied to see the son of an old friend succeed.

——It can only be said that Cassius's acting skills are already superb, reaching the pinnacle. (End of this chapter)