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Belen is very clear that power comes from the hearts of the people, and the prestige he has spent so many years building cannot be completely toppled all at once.

As long as you can get the support of your ancestors, you will not only be able to regain power, but also make the future road 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 established by this ancestor, but he believed that this kind of ancestor who could create great achievements is definitely not stupid. The damage of the class system to the dwarves and the new direction he planned, the ancestors must be able to weigh the pros and cons and support themselves.

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

"Bold." The ancestor of the dwarves shouted loudly, and the red gold disc behind his head shone brightly: "This king has already established the foundation of eternity for the dwarves, how can you control it randomly."

After the words fell, in Beren's shocked expression, the dwarf ancestor sat on the huge throne and punched out.

bang~

Beren's fully armed body was knocked 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 main hall could clearly see that the alchemy silver armor covering the king's whole body had been sunken and twisted into a ball, tightly embedded on the wall, and the talented and bold King Beren had been turned into a fleshy pulp under this punch, returning The earth is gone.

The king is dead...

The ancestors killed the king...

"Hmph, pass on the order. Belen Edukon disobeyed the ancestral system, disregarded the future of the dwarves, and acted willfully and recklessly. He has been executed by this king. If the rest are like Belen, the whole family will be exiled." The ancestor of the dwarves Shen Sheng said.

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

The king was executed, and such events were naturally announced to Ozma by the Senate.

The Great Elder and a group of nobles were still discussing how to get Belen to step down, when they suddenly received the news that the king was dead, they couldn't help but froze on the spot.

And before the senate issued an announcement, the dwarves of all classes who had been gathering in the square for the statue of the dwarf ancestors had already learned the news of the king's death through messages.

Different from the rejoicing of the aristocratic class, the commoner class and the untouchables looked complicated, and more of them were crying secretly.

Beren died, no matter who the next king is, it is impossible to think of Beren.

In the future, the trading rights are likely to be controlled by the aristocracy again, and the untouchables will always be untouchables, and it will be difficult to turn around.

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 from his eyes and shook his head slightly.

The dwarf pariah gritted his teeth, and after a 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 become the enemy of the ancestors.

No matter from which aspect, you can't do anything at this time...

In the next few days, the former dwarf king Beren was accused by the Senate of disrespecting ancestors, disrupting trade, and appointing untouchables. He deprived the Edukan family of the right to inherit the throne, and the throne was assumed by the first dwarf king Tudor Ozma himself .

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

Originally, even with dwarven sculpture techniques, it would take at least half a year to complete a statue of this scale, but in order to thank the ancestors for saving the dwarves, all the dwarves of all classes worked overtime and worked tirelessly day and night to finally complete this sculpture. The majestic Colossus.

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

In front of Ferelden's reinforcements and the gray-robed guardians who came to support them, the king of the ancestors repelled all the darkin who attacked with his own strength.

During the retreat, the Darkborn destroyed all the statues of saints and ancestors in the past, except for the current king, the 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 magma and protect Ozma.

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

In the face of such rumors, the Senate not only did not stop them, but rather contributed to them.

Soon, there was another object on top of 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 in Ozma, but also spread to the major kingdoms on the surface.

Return to the Frost Mountains, the Sanctuary of Androst.

Pope Saint Justina looked at the report in her hand, and looked helplessly at the orange-haired woman in front of her.

"It's really troublesome. The mage's matter has not been resolved yet, and the dry tide has appeared again. Now there is another dwarf god..." The Pope stroked his forehead with his left hand, and the heavy academic affairs made her rest. There are even more peers.

"This dry tide has something to do with it, but this god of the dwarves still needs to investigate." The orange-haired woman has a beautiful face and a tall figure. Her graceful figure is fully highlighted by a fine chain mail.

"Well, you've worked hard these past few days, Leliana, the dry tide is no small matter, and this dwarf god can't be ignored." The pope nodded to the orange-haired woman, who was her most capable assistant and her chief intelligence officer.

"Yes, ma'am, this is all for the glory of the Creator." Leliana's doe-like eyes exuded a 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.

"It's all done, but I'm afraid there will be one more discussion in the next meeting." Leliana sighed.

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

"That's right, Cassandra, this is indeed a dry tide." Leliana's expression was much more serious than when she was in the Pope's office: "You and I know the horror of the dry tide, and the next thing must be the whole of Thedas. A collective disaster. At this time, I will not let mages become a hidden danger to the entire continent."

Cassandra could smell blood just by hearing Leliana's tone, and she seemed to have seen the sharp edge coming out of her body.

Shaking his head, sure enough, the usual sunny smile was just an illusion, what he saw now was the true face of the left hand of the Pope, who was given the title of Sister Nightingale.