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Chapter 60 0060: Dwarf History

Vochel.

The little old man is stubborn and extreme, simple and abstinent, and never reveals his heart.

He stood in front of the bar counter of the tavern, swearing, and his broken heart kept pouring out his stagnation.

The waiters are very understanding.

He put away the tablecloth and walked to the other side of the L-shaped bar to take care of other idle customers.

In fact, no one would care about him.

Well, the bar is originally a place to buy drunkenness, courage, and relief, and losing control of emotions is the norm here.

[Series of tasks: Accumulating depression and becoming sick ([-])]

【Progress: Completed】

Most of Warcher's long-winded nonsense is about Arthur's growth, from a scrawny orphan in a slum to the most diligent and sensible apprentice in the workshop.

Several winters passed.

The lonely spirit craftsman finally has someone to accompany him. He has a simple mind. Apart from the pursuit of craftsmanship, he only cares about Arthur.

It is not so much a teacher as a father and son.

Watchel, who is not good at talking, and Arthur, who is introverted, both have their own stubbornness and secrets.

Ken put down his empty wine glass and looked at the spirit craftsman who kept talking beside him.

His apprentice was seriously injured in an accident, and he was so devastated that he even did not hesitate to touch the weapon order.

Who would have thought?
When Arthur was infected, he was basically in a state of madness, without any memory, and Waucher was not a talkative personality, so Arthur didn't know the twists and turns, let alone the teacher's dedication and decision.

Adolescent children want to go out and make troubles, and their willful nonsense hurts the heart of the "old father".

"Where is Arthur, I may, perhaps, speak to him for you."

Worchell was sobbing, his tears were full of loss and helplessness, and he even felt a little bit of self-blame - not being able to teach Arthur, as a teacher, as a craftsman who pursued his craft, was simply a fatal knot in his heart.

"He's in the Frozen Falls. I haven't been in there, but the guy who taught Arthur is there."

……

Just after noon.

The commercial street is fairly quiet.

Ken helped the drunk Vochel out of the tavern. The strongest wine really lived up to its reputation. Fortunately, he was not the one who tried it.

He originally wanted to send Vauciel to the workshop.

But I thought that if the other party came out to get drunk in broad daylight, he definitely didn't need to work, or in other words, there was no order at all.

Ken sends Wauchier back to the Brick House.

He took out the iron ring key from the spirit craftsman's pocket, carried the strong drunken old man upstairs and put him on the bed, and then let out a long breath.

[Series of tasks: Arthur's teacher ([-])]

[Progress: unlimited time]

[Description: Go to the Permafrost Falls and persuade Arthur to return to the Dewar Tribe and reconcile with his master. 】

Ken went out of the village and walked back to the camp, and called Kuima away who was in charge of the conscription work. The two rode Feilang and galloped towards the distant Xiongfeng.

When he first arrived, he was amazed by the magic of nature.

The three ancient melting furnaces of the Dua tribe were rebuilt with underground volcanoes. Connected to this mountain range is the [Permanent Frozen Waterfall].

Ken rode a wolf and galloped.

He recalled the first time he looked at it from a distance. At that time, he had just picked up Burke and apologized to McGonagall for his prejudice.

The permafrost waterfall separates [Sangton Kaya] and [Duwa Village].

This is a peak that cannot be crossed on foot, covered with frost and fog, and there is no place to stay at the top like an ice knife.

According to Worcher's introduction, he turned at a little-known fork in the road, knocked through the ice wall that seemed to be a cliff, and there appeared a trail that could advance again.

The space inside is vast, the road is rugged, and monsters and birds are hovering in the air.

There are also signs of human activity here.

The soft soil was turned up, and the undead inside seemed to have awakened long ago. With the dried blood and torn clothes, one can imagine what happened to Arthur back then.

"It's lucky that I can still recover half of my life and get home alive."

Watchell hadn't been in.

The leads are disconnected.

Ken can only expand the gray vision, and with the help of the remaining traces, comparing the old and new footprints, he slowly finds a cracked ice opening.

The mount stays here to keep watch.

He and Quima jumped in, crawling through the winding tunnel, feeling like they were going deeper into the falls.

"This direction is...gradually downward?"

Ken took a deep breath and found that the oxygen was sufficient, and the end was not occluded at all.

He and Kuima groped cautiously, and when they walked out of the hopelessly long ice passage, they both felt a sense of relief and gratitude.

In front of them was a cave as huge as a palace.

This place goes deep into the ground, and the air vent is in the crack on the top. Apart from the solid ice, the surrounding is a dark and hard soil layer. There are severe erosion marks on the mottled wall.

[Location: Ancient Workshop Ruins]

Ken and Quima looked at each other for a moment, kept quiet, and walked slowly into the depths.

The ice crystals continuously reflected the light cast from nowhere, casting a dim blue filter on the surroundings.

Can have a general outline, but can not see the details.

There are more and more man-made traces.

Ken held the edge with his hands and touched the damaged broken pillars. The soles of his feet were floor tiles with complicated patterns. No matter the craftsmanship or pattern, they were completely different from those in Duwa Village.

【What you see belongs to an era that has long been lonely. 】

He expanded his gray vision and raised his head:

Huge organs and hooks, like the veins of the heart, criss-cross between the soil and ice.

The container and hearth have long been abandoned and damaged, and there are nicks on the solid ice, forming incomplete inscriptions and magic circles. Together, they are like altars that have been magnified countless times. I don’t know what terrifying power they have absorbed.

"Mother Dong, the ancient furnaces are not so shocking. Who the hell can build and use them?"

"dwarf."

Ken replied solemnly.

According to his memory and notes popularized:
In the most glorious era of the dwarves, in order to prove their skills and integrate the strength and wisdom of the whole family, they left seven works on the continent of Usua that are said to be able to conquer the years-the oven legacy.

And the [Permanent Frozen Wall] that demarcates the territory of [Palotusbi] is one of them.

"We should be in awe that here, some part of the wall may have been built."

"Mother Winter bless you."

Quima's scalp tingled.

He said a simple prayer.

The "Age of the Old Gods" is even older than the "Age of the Dwarves", and I am a believer in Winter Mother, thinking about it this way, I can barely suppress the feeling of insignificance in my heart.

Ken strode forward.

He noticed a fire emanating from the end of the corridor.

On the walls on both sides, the carved patterns became more and more vivid. Inside the empty holes, countless gorgeous and precious gemstones were once inlaid.

They turned the corner and stepped into the broken gate.

The twilight is diffused by the snowflake-shaped dome at the top, and hazy and bright spots envelop the entire rectangular hall.

The towering sculptures of craftsmen surrounded it, most of which have been damaged, and a small part escaped by being frozen in the ice. The square bricks on the ground are extremely hard, and if they can be knocked off, they are also very powerful weapons against the enemy.

In the center of the ruins, a bonfire burns in the ruins of the circular fountain.

Arthur was sitting in the middle of the steps, quietly looking at the two people at the entrance, there was still unused firewood in the suitcase next to him.

Ken strode forward with indifference and dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Arthur couldn't hold back, he avoided his eyes with a guilty conscience, and when the two sides were only ten steps away, he asked hastily, "You, how did you find this place?"

He was speechless.

"I never told anyone about the secrets here."

This sentence seems to be explaining to someone.

Ken moved on, shoving him away, roughly, as if he were dealing with an ungrateful, self-willed child.

Arthur rolled down the steps, exposing the shadow behind him.

The messy shadow "giggled", and there was a crisp chewing sound in the air, as if a certain fruit had been turned into crumbs in his mouth.

The deep and vicissitudes of voice echoed in the dark and empty hall.

"I heard that you cured the hunting fall?"

(End of this chapter)