Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Boom--"

A blazing white pillar of fire tore through the sky, emitting a thousand-foot-long light, descending like a divine punishment, and rushed straight to the chest of the dwarf king.

"For the glory of the shield dwarves!" Ed swung his warhammer, roared heartbreakingly, and released all the remaining vitality in his body.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the earth trembled, countless dust and rubble flew, and a small mountain range rose rapidly from the ground, blocking the dwarf like a giant shield.

"Boom!"

The pillar of fire hit the giant rock shield, and the extreme fire element and earth element, these two completely different forces collided and intertwined with each other, setting off an earth-shaking explosion.

Misha, or more accurately, the pillar of fire released by Cassius in the air, was like a hot knife stabbing into a piece of butter, instantly piercing the rock, and the red lava slowly flowed, making a crackling sound.

Under this explosion, thick smoke and fierce flames enveloped everything within a radius of hundreds of meters.

No matter whether it was the dwarf warriors defending the fortress or the soldiers and officers of the Empire, no one could see what was happening and could only sigh from the bottom of their hearts.

"Moradin is above"

"God, this is simply a punishment from heaven!"

"No, His Majesty Ed will not die. We shield dwarves are a great race born from the furnace. Even such an explosion cannot destroy us!"

The dwarves watched the explosion nervously, arguing with each other while resisting the attack of the Empire, fearing that the king they were loyal to would die.

"Lord Misha!"

"This is the power of His Majesty Cassius! Dwarves, your king is dead, give up the meaningless resistance!"

"Long live the Empire!"

The Empire's army burst into warm cheers again, and the soldiers waved their weapons and showed off their power.

They have seen such scenes countless times, and the enemies who dared to block the Empire without knowing their own strength were always reduced to ashes.

The lava cooled, making a crisp sound. Under the strong wind, the smoke dissipated, and a huge hole with a diameter of several meters was seen pierced through the raised mountain range, like a tunnel formed by a violent explosion.

Behind the mountain range, the dwarf king knelt on the ground, motionless, his body made of rock was charred and devastated, just like a burned stone sculpture.

The left chest where his heart was located was also empty, leaving a dark hole, obviously pierced by the fire column.

"Hu——"

The strong wind blew through the gap in the chest of the dwarf stone sculpture, and a mournful whistle sounded.

Suddenly, on the wall of Awendeldan, the hammers and axes in the hands of the dwarves fell to the ground one after another, making a crisp "clang" sound.

They looked at each other at first, feeling extremely confused and at a loss, their heads buzzing, as if a tight string in their hearts suddenly broke.

Did His Majesty Ed die just like that?

The dwarves either stood there in a daze, or shook their heads gently, or muttered to themselves: "No, no, Your Majesty Ed."

"This is impossible."

"No, no"

Then, the dwarves looked at the broken stone sculptures in the distance, and suddenly trembled all over, crying loudly, and even kneeled on the ground, knocking their heads hard on the ground, splashing blood all over the city wall.

Dwarves have always been a straightforward race that does not hide their emotions.

And at this moment, a huge sadness hit the hearts of the dwarves heavily. They couldn't even believe that the invincible king had died just like that.

"No——"

"Your Majesty Ed!"

"He won't die, he is the Lord of the Mountains!"

It was not until a few minutes later that the remaining shield dwarf warriors finally accepted this cruel fact:

The Lord of the Mountains who had always protected them, the King of Awendeldan, the dwarf king they followed and trusted - Ed Klein, died under the flames of the evil dragon.

At this moment, the dwarves lost their most solid support.

"Damn the dragon's followers!"

"I want to avenge His Majesty Ed! I want to die with you!"

"For His Majesty Ed!"

The remaining dwarf warriors were red-eyed. They roared in anger and rushed towards the imperial soldiers like crazy. Some even jumped down from the city wall, trying to bring back Ed's body.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

"Hahaha, go to hell with your rotten stone king!"

However, what greeted the dwarves were the cold muzzles and ruthless ridicule of the imperial soldiers. For this unsystematic attack, the imperial infantry dealt with it very easily.

Under the whistling gunfire, the dwarves fell to the ground one after another.

But even before they died, these loyal dwarf warriors were staring in the direction of Ed's body, struggling to stretch out their bloody hands, with warm tears in their eyes.

"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty Ed."

Seeing the dwarf king completely dead, the shadow of the giant dragon in the sky slowly dissipated and turned into flowing flames.

And Misha also relaxed her body and snorted softly. Her pupils returned to their normal golden color, and the majestic dragon power suddenly disappeared.

Obviously, Cassius ended the "possession" and Misha regained control of her body.

The two-legged dragon was particularly envious of Misha's "exclusive favor" treatment, and even a little jealous.

——As a veteran of the Burning Embers Nest, his qualifications are obviously much deeper than Misha, and he is more qualified to sign a contract with the master.

But seeing this scene, Smaug still didn't care about anything else and came forward. A flattering smile appeared on the dragon's face, and sticky saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth: "Miss Misha, you are worthy of being the master's agent."

"You are wrong. This is not my credit, but the grace of the master." Misha shook her head gently, and then pointed to the sky.

After regaining control of her body, Misha was extremely excited, and her heart was pounding - being controlled by the great Emperor of Burning Embers was obviously a proud and extremely honorable thing.

After calming down for a short time, Misha looked at the remains of the dwarf in the distance, and couldn't help but sighed: "This is the power of my master. Even if it is just a wisp of thought, it can produce such a terrifying power"

"Yes."

Smaug flapped his wings, shook his tail, and echoed beside Misha.

"Very good, clean up the battlefield and prepare to enter the city." Misha turned around and saw that the progress in Avenderdan was also quite smooth.

The imperial soldiers were marching in an orderly manner, forming neat formations, easily killing the crazy dwarf warriors with guns and cannons, and were about to complete the final finishing work and completely occupy the fortress.

Suddenly, a desolate elegy echoed over Avenderdan, with a hoarse voice and endless sorrow.

"When you no longer open your sacred eyes and remain silent."

The surrounding imperial soldiers looked up with some curiosity, and saw an old dwarf standing at the top of the palace, chanting in a low voice.

- He was Bjorn Reilly, an old minister who had followed three generations of mountain masters and lived for more than three hundred years, and was known as the living fossil of the dwarves.

At this moment, the old dwarf was disheveled, ragged, and covered with traces of war, but his eyes were extremely firm, as if he had made some kind of determination.

Bjorn is a follower of Dumathoin, the "silent keeper". In their customs, funerals that represent death are the most important.

The priest who presides over the funeral must compose a song to pay tribute to the life and deeds of the deceased dwarf. In order to pay tribute to the eternal silence of Dumathoin, this song will never be sung loudly.

At this moment, Bjorn is singing in a low voice, holding the final funeral for the dead Ed.

According to the original practice, the personal symbol of the corpse, the symbol of the clan, and the faith will also be woven into the beard of the deceased, but surrounded by enemies, Bjorn has no ability to do so.

The old dwarf could only tremble on his crutches and continue to sing: "Holy hero, you dedicate your soul to your subjects and your body to the earth"

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The imperial soldier asked: "Sir, should we kill that old guy?"

The officer made a gesture of wiping his neck and said coldly: "Kill, these priests and pastors have many strange methods, and they must be executed as soon as possible to prevent future troubles."

In various places in the city, other imperial soldiers also received almost exactly the same orders.

These imperial soldiers obeyed the order, raised their rifles in their hands, aimed at the old dwarf on the top of the palace, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The messy gunshots rang out, Bjorn staggered a few steps, and several blood flowers suddenly bloomed on his chest.

Immediately afterwards, the old dwarf's head, abdomen and even legs also had bleeding holes, and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly, with blood all over the ground.

But even so, with a smile on his lips and a mouthful of blood foam, he was still dutifully humming: "Hero who sacrificed everything to protect the kingdom, the mountains will be yours."

The dwarf's voice became weaker and weaker, gradually turning into a subtle hum, and finally completely fell silent.

Until his death, Bjorn did not close his eyes. His head tilted, just facing the direction of Ed's body, and his bloody mouth opened slightly, as if there were still thousands of words that could not be said.

At the top of the city of Avender, the earth elf Dror hugged his arms, overlooking the devastated city of Avender, showing a satisfied smile: "It's finally over, here."

However, at this moment, the cold wind blew through the remains of the dwarf king, and blew through the gap in his chest again, making a sad and desolate sound.

"Whoosh--"

"Hero who sacrificed everything, the mountains will become your tombstone, and all things will mourn for you--"

The melody of that voice was exactly the same as the elegy sung by Bjorn!

Suddenly, Dror's face changed suddenly, and he turned his head and looked at the remains of the dwarf king in the distance.

Smaug let out a puzzled howl, flapped his wings, and took off again, ready to fight at any time.

And Misha also frowned, staring at the stone-like corpse, whispering softly: "Could it be..."

"Shua——"

A deep light like the earth fell from the sky, covering the remains of Ed Klein.

In an instant, gravel flew, dust filled the sky, and the surrounding rocks gathered together, and the figure in the light became taller and more burly.

An unprecedented pressure spread, and even Misha felt a mountain pressing on her shoulders, making it difficult for her to fly.

"Damn, what on earth is that?"

"Is the Lord of the Mountain resurrected?"

"How is it possible? He was clearly burned to death by the flames of Lord Misha. I saw it with my own eyes. Even his heart was burned clean!"

When the light faded, a broad-chested dwarf stood on the ground and appeared in everyone's sight.

He had hair and beard that seemed to be carved from gray stone, earthy brown skin, and silver fire eyes. His shoulders were as broad as most barns, and his arms were knotted and swollen due to the tense muscles.

Even the war hammer in his hand turned into a mattock made of solidified magma - the lava hammer.

From the face, people can vaguely see what Ed looks like, but his temperament has changed dramatically.

"He is really resurrected!"

"Casius!"

"What's the matter, Lord Misha can kill him the first time, and he can kill him the second time!"

"These damn dwarves are really as hard as stone, they should all be burned to ashes!"

Seeing such a miraculous scene, the soldiers and officers of the empire talked a lot, with surprise on their faces, but they were not too afraid.

However, Misha, Dror and other high-ranking officials of the Empire who knew the information were solemn and even sweaty.

Dror, the hobgoblin, could not help swallowing his saliva and tremblingly revealed the identity of the dwarf: "That is definitely not Ed Klein! That is the Silent Keeper, Dumathoin!"

Dumathoin, the Silent Keeper, the Keeper hidden under the mountain, the Shield of the Mountain, and the protector of the shield dwarves.

In the legend of the dwarves, when Moradin appointed him as the protector of the shield dwarves, Dumathoin created a paradise for them under the peaks.

He shaped extremely beautiful natural caves and inlaid them with rich and beautiful layers of glittering metals and sparkling crystal gems.

He felt happy and honored when he saw the gorgeous crafts made by the dwarves with the ores they mined.

The Silent Keeper rarely spoke, but communicated with gestures. No one had ever seen him do anything more than mutter or sigh in front of mortals.

As the guardian of the shield dwarves, any killing of shield dwarves would also anger Dumathoin.

The dwarves in the distance, or Dumathoin who descended on the remains of Ed, looked around. Wherever his eyes reached, there would be a violent sandstorm.

"Shua——"

At this moment, Dumathoin looked at the devastated ground and the piled-up shield dwarves' corpses. He sighed and looked sad, as if mourning for the earth and the shield dwarves.

Then, he suddenly raised his head, with uncontrollable anger in his eyes.

"Casius, run!"

The imperial soldiers who saw him felt suffocated.

"Boom——"

The deep ground made a dull roar, and the earth trembled violently. The "silent guardian" did not speak, but used the earth and the mountains to express his anger!

The whole Blackrock Mountain was shaking, it was a real earthquake! Buildings in Avenderdan collapsed one after another, bricks and stones fell on the imperial soldiers, causing them to wail. (End of this chapter)