Chapter 197 The History of the Dwarf

"Although the dwarf has four tribes, they lived together at the beginning." The dwarf's eyes showed a look of remembrance and said in a low tone.

"To be precise, whether it is the shield dwarf, the golden dwarf, or the wild dwarf, they are descendants of our Duijar, but later they gradually evolved into three other tribes. The dwarfs are excellent warriors and have incredible talents for creation. These two characteristics we are proud of have given us different preferences. Some dwarfs who prefer to fight gathered together and became warriors, and took on combat, forming the later shield dwarfs. Some dwarfs prefer to cast and develop towards casters, forming golden dwarfs. The remaining people who are more average became wild dwarfs. As for our Duijar dwarfs, they are more like orc royal family." The dwarfs slowly explained the origin of these dwarfs.

"Then why did we separate later? Where did the wild dwarves and you Duigard dwarves go?" Song Ge didn't know much about the history of this continent, and it is even less known that this kind of person who is long and belongs to the race.

"Do you know where we lived in the beginning?" the dwarf did not answer directly, but asked a question.

"Isn't it in the territory of the hill dwarves now?" Song Ge knew that the Moanding Dwarves moved from there.

"I don't know where the shield dwarf territory you mentioned is, but it is definitely wrong, because we didn't live on the surface before." The dwarf shook his head and said.

"Don't you live on the surface?" Song Ge asked in surprise: "Is it underground?"

The dwarf nodded: "In the past, we lived in crypts, with a large territory. When our dwarfs were at their peak, the population was close to tens of millions."

Not only Song Ge has not been heard, but others have not heard of these things. These things have been too long, and the long river of time is enough to drown all memories.

"Then why did you come to the surface later?" Yanan asked from the side.

The dwarf sighed, which made everyone feel strange. A soul body was exactly the same as a real person. His beard was moving when he sighed.

"This is the key point, but before this, I will say one more thing, that is, all the artifacts are now from the hands of the dwarves!"

Song Ge nodded. This is true. In this world, there is no race's casting technology that can surpass dwarves. It is not surprising that all the artifacts were made by them.

"But do you know what other conditions are needed to create magical artifacts besides the extraordinary casting technology and extremely rare materials?" the dwarf asked this time looking at Istanbul.

Istanbul shook his head because he had lived for hundreds of years and had never heard of anyone who made a magical artifact.

"The earth's center furnace is also needed!" the dwarf said word by word.

"Central furnace?" Everyone, including Istanbul, heard the name for the first time.

"Yes, the earth-center melting pot. A special refining vessel was built by the first generation of dwarves. It was built on the sea of ​​fire in the center of the earth. It can be said that it is also a magical artifact, a magical artifact that specializes in refining magical artifacts." The dwarves seemed to recall the situation at the beginning, closed their eyes, and even the two dwarves next to him who had not spoken had a confused look. Obviously, these words evoked the past in their hearts.

"The dwarves advocate glory. Hum, or, in other words, they have a strong vanity. Refining magical artifacts is the greatest achievement of a dwarf. Even those shield dwarves who think that fighting is more interesting think so. Because of the existence of the earth-center furnace, almost every dwarf has a dream, which is to one day refine magical artifacts, so that they can be respected by their tribe members and keep their name forever in history!"

"But just as we live in the dream of refining artifacts for generations, the crypt where we live has changed." A look of fear appeared in the dwarf's eyes and continued: "The sea of ​​fire in the center of the earth has become extremely unstable and often erupts. The fiery lava often flows into our crypts, taking the lives of the dwarf who have no time to escape. In a few years, because of this sudden extremely hot lava, it took away the lives of more than 100,000 dwarfs, but we have to go back because the furnace of the center of the earth is there, carrying too many dreams of refining artifacts." The dwarf just sat on the ground, as if it was very tired to say these words.

"So, your tribe members have different opinions?" Song Ge asked.

"Yes, although the tribesmen all regard refining artifacts as their highest goal, they have been hit by this sudden danger for a long time and lost too many lives. Many people began to shake and have the idea of ​​leaving the cave. In their opinion, they should temporarily hide from the crypt and come back after the earth's center is calm. However, more people insist on not leaving. They believe that this is the place where ancestors live for generations. There are dwarfs' homes and the earth's center furnace that is necessary for refining artifacts left by their ancestors. These cannot be given up. Moreover, there are many dangers on the surface, and it is not necessarily better than the crypt when they go up."

"So, the two opinions began to argue, and finally the quarrel was quarrel. Finally, after another big explosion in the center of the earth, the contradiction became fierce." The dwarf sighed again.

"That big explosion in the center of the earth was the most powerful in a few years. The gushing lava took away life along the passage we built, destroying almost half of the home. When the lava passed and cooled down, we went back. The tribe members had dropped sharply from nearly ten million to six million, and a disaster took the lives of nearly four million dwarves."

"The dwarves who wanted to leave were angry. They accuse those who wanted to stay behind, saying that the disaster was entirely responsible for them. If it weren't for them, these millions would not die at all. And those who left behind naturally disagree with this statement. They believed that this was something that no one could avoid. Even if it came to the surface, all races there would take the lives of a large number of tribesmen, and the instability in the center of the earth might soon pass."

"The two sides argued endlessly, and the dwarf had a bad temper. After suffering the blow from losing relatives and home, he was even more excited. Soon, the quarrel in his mouth turned into a fight." The dwarf harassed the ground under him and said, "From one or two people, to dozens, and finally to thousands of dwarfs, all joined the fight. The situation was no longer possible. The dwarfs who were always harmonious and friendly actually killed each other, ha!"

The dwarf was obviously excited, and the expression on his face was distorted.

"When this large-scale fight stopped, hundreds of thousands of dwarves had already died in the hands of their own people. The millions of dwarves who insisted on leaving the crypt left angrily, and the dwarves officially split."

"The disaster is not over. Although the dwarves left behind are reluctant to leave, they do not want their own lives. After paying attention to the fire in the center of the earth for several months, they determined that the unstable period had passed. Now they can go back to their previous place and continue to refine weapons with the furnace of the earth. Haha, but who would have thought that what was even more terrible was waiting for them. After they returned to their homes and rebuilt the base, the fire in the center of the earth suddenly broke out without warning. The scale was larger than last time, almost destroying the entire crypt of the dwarves. All passages were filled with lava that could melt everything, and there was no place to hide. Millions of dwarves were wiped out in an instant, and they were wiped out...."

Speaking of this dwarf, it seems that he has let go of something. Maybe these things have been pressing on them for too long, and today I can finally tell people.

No one spoke, just listened quietly. Although they had never experienced such a scene, they could still imagine that everything was small in front of the power of nature.

"And I," the dwarf pointed to himself, "I am Dawof, the leader of Duygar, and a damn dwarf who insisted on staying in the crypt. Haha!"

Davof laughed a little crazy, and a tear flowed down his face, because there was no entity, and it dissipated in the air.

"Class leader!" The two dwarves spoke for the first time, comforting their patriarch.

Davof calmed for a while before continuing: "The three of us, because of their outstanding strength, escaped faster, but they were still caught up with the lava at the exit of the crypt. However, we were lucky that the lava had already ended. We survived with our strength, but our bodies were burned and we could not survive. At this time, Constantino, the great mankind magician, happened to pass by and saved us with its magical magic, but our body was no longer good. The master could only leave our souls, the Holy Magician, established this space for us so that we could continue to live here."

"But the golden dwarf is keen on creating it. Didn't you stay with you?" Song Ge knew that the current Moanding dwarfs were the former golden dwarfs. How could these dwarfs who love to cast give up the opportunity to refine artifacts and come to the surface?

"Although people with the same hobbies gathered together to form a new tribe, it does not mean that they have the same idea. There are different opinions in the same tribe on whether to move out of the crypt. Except for the unification of our Duigarh's opinions, all the other three tribes have differences. Later, the dwarves who left the cave also have the same ideas as those in the three tribes." Dawof explained slowly.

"As for what you're on the ground, you're going to ask your friends, I don't know."

"I heard from my ancestors that after they arrived on the ground, they did encounter resistance and attacks from humans and other races, but over time, they gradually recognized our status. However, due to different hobbies, the Golden Dwarf and the Shield Dwarf still split. Some of the wild dwarfs that came out together remained with the Shield Dwarf, and some left with the Golden Dwarf. After the split, the two tribes also officially changed their names to the Moandin Dwarf and the Hill Dwarf." Istanbu summarized the later events and told Dawov, Song Ge and others.

"Oh, dwarf, it has fallen." After asking about the population and various situations of the two tribes now, Dawof sighed. From nearly ten million people at his heyday to the two tribes, the two tribes have not fallen a million, and they have indeed fallen too much.

"Little Golden Dwarf, since you can see you here, I will give you something. I hope you can give up the struggle between the tribes in the future and bring the dwarf back to Dingsheng." Dawof stood up and walked to the back of the pillar in the middle, where there was a recessed space.

"You can take this, I can't use it anymore."

Istanbu's eyes immediately rounded when he saw what was in the groove.
Chapter completed!