Mage? Spell Engineer!

The middle layer of the main city, next to the third fine gold tunnel.

This place is no longer a mining site, but a residential area and commercial street. Most of the dwarf underground cities are like this, transforming the tunnels that have been mined on a large scale into living places, but retaining the names of the previous mining.

There is a tavern with a long history and high reputation among the dwarves. It is said that in ancient times, only it controlled the channels and could sell wine from human countries and the elf world, as well as special wine cellars for the dwarf king.

"Damn, my wine! Wine worth a month's salary!" Singrev shouted in grief and anger, his voice echoing in the broken corridor.

The wealthy adventurer came to the tavern he had dreamed of, closed his eyes and ordered the best wine, but before he could get to his mouth, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. When he reacted, there was no intact place around him.

And he subconsciously used a hammer to support the falling ceiling, saving his life, but not the cup in his hand. At this time, it had been broken into broken pieces of pottery, and there was still a moist fragrance.

Even though Singrev was well-informed, he had never seen such a strong earthquake without any warning, and it happened in the main city of the Confederation, which never had earthquakes. The dwarf looked around. The collapsed rubble was everywhere, but it had not completely collapsed into a closed cage. He exerted force suddenly, broke through the building debris pressing on the hammer head, and climbed to the surface.

Are there any survivors? Singrev looked around. There were fires everywhere, and there seemed to be crying in the distance. He walked hard along the sound, but found that the sound came from below him, but it seemed a little far away due to the heavy barriers.

Singrev immediately started digging. He subconsciously wanted to swing the hammer at first, but he quickly reacted and used the hammer handle to pry open the stone slab and used his hands to pull bricks and broken wood.

The last thing that appeared was a deformed iron door. He held his breath and tried to pull it open with brute force. When a gap was pulled out, the intoxicating aroma of wine burst out. Smelling this smell, Singrev's legs and arms stopped hurting, and he yelled and broke the door hinge.

This is the tavern's storage area! The broken wine barrels were piled up, and the wine inside was already up to his waist (based on the dwarf). An old man was drinking and crying in the "swimming pool". He must be the tavern owner.

Singrev hurried down, unscrewing his own bottle and pouring wine while swiping to the owner: "Go!"

The owner had given up because he couldn't open the deformed iron door of the wine cellar, but he didn't expect that there would be a kind person who pried the door open to save him. But when he thought of the losses he had suffered, he was once again disheartened: "It's over, it's all over. I'll just get drunk here with the tavern, wine cellar and fine wine passed down by my great grandfather!"

"You wishful thinking, I mean don't give up hope, where are your family?"

"Yes, yes, yes. They are in the east, I have to find them." The boss cheered up and ran to the door of the wine cellar in small steps. He was shocked by the scene outside and hurriedly turned back and said: "My benefactor, don't drink anymore. Although the wine cellar has been specially reinforced, it can't hold out for long. Find a safe place quickly."

"Okay." Singrev followed suit. He also knew the danger and had no intention of staying. The dwarf wiped his mouth and beard, put away all his containers, and left reluctantly but simply. When he stepped on the last step, aftershocks hit, and the entire wine cellar collapsed completely, leaving only the aroma of wine that intoxicated and saddened all dwarves.

When Singrev walked to the fine third tunnel, the tavern owner disappeared in a flash. Now the other dwarves also recovered, and those who were still able to move began to dig out their trapped compatriots.

At this time, the ceiling of the mine above their heads began to crumble, and the last safety line above - the steel beams had been severely deformed. Singrev shouted for everyone to move to the open area.

The so-called open area was next to the big elevator, where there was a square. The inclined crawler system used for mining and the vertical elevator built later became a transportation hub between different heights, and when they reached the edge, everyone was stunned.

Looking down, almost every elevator on each floor had collapsed, and the huge hole led all the way to the ground. The magma that originally served as the energy source of the city swallowed them all; looking up, the line of sight went straight to the sky. You know, there are at least four or five floors above them, and now they are all gone. They are lucky. In comparison, most of the city has been piled up into a ball, and the residents inside will never have the opportunity to see this horrifying scene again.

The cold air from the sky roared in, and the hot current with the smell of sulfur rushed up and met in front of them. The mist produced hit their faces, and the rough skin of the dwarves could feel the sting.

Uneasy noises came, and the underground magma and the ground people stepped on were active at the same time. Seeing that the third tremor was about to come, everyone realized that there was no way out and no room for retreat.

"Oh my god!"

It was Singrev's cry that echoed in the collapsed hole. The ground under his feet suddenly broke. The experienced dwarf shouted and used his waist muscles in the air. He turned half his body and threw his sledgehammer, trying to hook something. However, it should be that the weight of the man and the hammer was too heavy, and the moment the support point was hooked, it collapsed together.

So he kept falling like this.

During the time of falling, he suddenly thought of the fact that he had drunk a lot before his death, and he felt relieved immediately.

Just as he accepted his fate, a silver flash shot out from the upper level of the main city ruins. Before Singrev could react, he found himself being caught by a silver-shining white dragon like prey.

"It's you!"

"It's me." The dragon didn't look at the prey in his claws. He responded while soaring into the sky and took Singrev away from danger.

The dwarf was a little confused: "Didn't you go to find some Duke Ye? Why did you appear in my hometown?"

".Don't mention it, he's a jerk." The white dragon stabilized in the air: "I came back and found that Istani had exploded. I wanted to discuss the North Sea fishing grounds with your boss. I wondered why they were not interested in that sea area now." The dragon grinned with a sarcastic smile: "It seems that they can't take care of it at all."

Singrev finally saw the full picture of the destruction of the main city. His pupils shrank, and he saw countless compatriots being swallowed by magma in the fusion of ice and fire, or being swept into the wind and snow, turning into a black dot and disappearing.

"Can you save them!"

"I'm a dragon, what do the dwarves down there have to do with me? I can't save them! If I hadn't heard your loud voice, I might have died."

"Then put me down, I want to go down." Singrev had experienced decades of adventure, but the first time he felt despair was in his homeland. Not only the main city, but there were many cracks on the snowfield, and there were other collapsed caves, with billowing smoke. It should be that other cities have also suffered similar disasters.

"There's nothing left down there. Be honest, I'll take you to a safe and warm place and put you down." The white dragon was about to spread his wings and fly away from this hellhole, but suddenly he couldn't move.

"Your kind, those sweet potato eggs are saved, I'm done!" This was his last sentence.

One, two, five. The white dragon was shocked to find that there were so many top spellcasters above the city, and he himself was facing the chief of the Istani Storm Tower. The other party looked at the white dragon that sprang out of the ground with greedy and curious eyes, while the other mages did not stay and flew directly from the air to the collapsed dwarf city.

At first, Singrev thought that these great mages were the murderers who destroyed the main city, but these great mages quickly put up shields to block the wind and snow, suppressed the surging magma, and one summoned multiple puppets to support a safe area for civilians.

The mage who confronted the white dragon did not look like a good person.

"He is my friend! What are you going to do?" Singrev swung his hammer at the other party in the air.

The chief of the Storm Tower just said, "It's interesting that lizards will make friends with dwarves." His eyes of appreciating the prey did not change.

"Rorschach is also my friend!"

Hearing Singrev's words, the chief of the Storm Tower finally changed his focus. He looked at Singrev in surprise: "Are you serious? This is not a tavern for you to brag, don't call out the name you heard from somewhere."

"Seriously." It was Rorschach himself who responded to him.