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Belen knew very well that power came from people's hearts, and the prestige he had spent so many years building could not be completely destroyed in one fell swoop.

As long as you can get the support of your ancestors, you will not only regain power, but also make your future smoother.

"Good boy, I heard that you are reforming the class?" the dwarf ancestor asked.

Coming...

Beren knew that the class system that the dwarves had maintained for thousands of years was set by this ancestor, but he believed that such an ancestor who could create great achievements was definitely not stupid. As long as he stated the pros and cons and made it clear that the current rotten

The ancestors must be able to weigh the pros and cons and support themselves considering the harm the class system has caused to the dwarves and the new direction they have planned.

"Exactly." Beren's expression straightened, and he was about to blurt out the strategy that had been brewing in his mind for many years, but was suddenly interrupted by a loud shout.

"Bold." The dwarf ancestor shouted loudly, and the red gold disk behind his head shone brightly: "I have laid the foundation for the dwarves for eternity, how can you mess around with it?"

After the words fell, Beren looked shocked, and the dwarf ancestor sat on the huge throne and punched out.

Bang~

Beren's heavily armed body was shot into the air and hit the wall of the palace hall like a cannonball.

When the surrounding guards and maids saw this scene, they all exclaimed.

The guards of the hall could clearly see that the silver armor covering the king's body had been dented and twisted into a ball, firmly embedded in the wall, and the talented King Beren had turned into flesh under this punch and returned.

The earth is gone.

The king is dead...

The ancestors killed the king...

"Humph, pass on the order. Beren Eduken disobeyed the ancestral system, ignored the future of the dwarves, and behaved arbitrarily. He has been executed by the king. The rest of them, if they are like Beren, the whole family will be exiled." The ancestor of the dwarves.

said in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes." The guard next to him didn't dare to hesitate. He nodded hurriedly and immediately went to the Senate to inform.

The king was executed, and naturally Ozma was informed of such important events by the Senate.

The great elder and a group of nobles were still discussing how to remove Beren from power. When they suddenly received the news that the king was dead, they couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

Before the Senate could issue an announcement, the dwarves of all classes who had been gathering in the square to build statues of their dwarf ancestors had already learned of the king's death through messages.

Unlike the rejoicing of the aristocratic class, the common people and untouchables had complicated expressions, and most of them were crying secretly.

After Beren dies, no matter who the next king is, it is impossible for him to think about Beren the same way.

In the future, trade power is likely to be controlled by the aristocratic class again, and the untouchables will always be untouchables, and it will be difficult to turn over.

A dwarf with red eyes and a pariah tattoo on his face suddenly pulled out his dagger, but the next second, he was grabbed by the old dwarf next to him.

The old dwarf held back the tears in his eyes and shook his head slightly.

The dwarf and pariah gritted his teeth, and after a long while, he finally inserted the dagger back into his waist.

If you oppose and riot at this time, it will undoubtedly make the situation worse and you will become the enemy of your ancestors.

No matter from any aspect, you can't take action at this time...

In the next few days, the Senate accused the former dwarf king Beren of ten crimes, including disrespecting his ancestors, disrupting trade, and employing untouchables, and deprived the Eduken family of their right to inherit the throne. The throne was held by the first generation dwarf king Tudor Ozma himself.

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Ten days later, with the efforts of all the dwarves, a large sculpture with a height of 100 meters stood on the Senate Square.

Originally, even with the dwarven sculpture techniques, it would have taken at least half a year to complete a statue of this scale. However, in order to thank their ancestors for saving the dwarves, dwarves of all classes worked overtime and worked day and night on the carving, and finally completed this.

Magnificent Colossus.

On the same day that the Colossus was completed, the darkspawn attacked Ozma again.

In the face of Ferelden's reinforcements and the gray robe guardians who came to support, the ancestral king single-handedly repeled all the attacking darkin, leaving darkin corpses scattered all over the field and causing heavy casualties.

During the retreat, the Dark Ones destroyed all the sculptures of previous saints and ancestors along the way, except for the current king, Saint Tudor Ozma.

Soon, rumors began to spread in Ozma that King Tudor Ozma had already become a god, so he could return from the lava and bless Ozma.

Under the rule of the dwarf god Tudor Ozma, the dwarf kingdom will surely regain its glory and regain the territory that has been lost for thousands of years.

Faced with this rumor, the Senate not only did not stop it, but actually added fuel to the flames.

Soon, there was another object besides the ancestors and saints worshiped by the dwarves, and that was the god of the dwarves.

The news of the appearance of the dwarf god was not only spread to Ozma, but also spread to all the major kingdoms on the surface.

Frost Mountains, Androst Temple.

Pope Saint Justina looked at the report in her hand and looked at the orange-haired woman in front of her with helpless eyes.

"It's been such a troubled time. The mage's matter hasn't been resolved yet, and the dry tide has appeared again. Now here comes another dwarf god..." The pope stroked her forehead with her left hand. The heavy academic duties left her with insufficient rest. Her eyes were not enough, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were smaller than

There are more people of the same age.

"There is something going on with this dry tide, but this dwarf god still needs to investigate." The orange-haired woman has a beautiful face and a tall figure. She is wearing a fine chainmail that fully highlights her graceful figure.

"Well, you have worked hard these days, Leliana. The dry tide is not a trivial matter, and the dwarf god cannot be ignored." The Pope nodded to the orange-haired woman, who was her most capable assistant and her chief intelligence officer.

"Yes, madam, this is all for the glory of the Creator." Leliana's doe-like eyes exuded soft brilliance, she nodded slightly and walked out of the Pope's office.

"How's it going? Tomorrow is the peace talks meeting. Is everything set up?" A tall woman with short black hair and a long sword scar on her chin came over and asked Leliana.

"Everything is ready, but I'm afraid there will be one more item to discuss in the next meeting." Leliana sighed.

"Has it been confirmed? Is it really a dry tide?" The black-haired woman's eyes clearly showed surprise.

"Yes, Cassandra, this is indeed the dry tide." Leliana's expression was much more serious than when she was in the Pope's office: "You and I both know how terrible the dry tide is, and what will follow will inevitably be the entire Tidus fortress.

A disaster faced by the collective. At this time, I will not let the mage become a hidden danger to the entire continent."

Cassandra smelled the smell of blood just by hearing Leliana's tone, and she seemed to have seen the sharp blade emerging from her body.

He shook his head, and sure enough, the sunshine-like smile on weekdays was just an illusion. What he saw now was the true face of the left hand known as the Pope, who was given the title Nightingale Sister.