Lord Roar

Chapter 155 Fort Hammer

The Gania Plain on the Saint Cassis Continent is adjacent to the Wild Ancient Plain.

Hundreds of thousands of barbarians ruled the wasteland, while the nearby Gania Plain was ruled by the dwarf Hammer Fort.

It is not accurate to say that it is ruled, because apart from the migrating ponies, the dwarves have the largest number.

In addition to the dwarves of Hammer Castle, there are also a small number of giants living here. In addition to the altar on the Muru Mountains, there are dozens of giants guarding it. every corner of the

Hundreds of years ago, the dwarves and the giants fought constantly for the absolute leadership of the Garnia Plain.

At that time, the Ganya Plain was rich in mineral veins, and countless steel and metal raw materials were produced from here.

A large number of dwarves used their natural and exquisite craftsmanship to create countless war tools against the giants, and united several barbarian warriors from barbarian tribes, and finally won a disastrous victory at countless costs.

The giants, who are tall and individual with very strong fighting power, are like weeds with vigorous vitality. They no longer gather in the Mulu Mountains to live in groups, but disperse into individual fighting power, constantly harassing the dwarf Fort Hammer.

At that time, the giants were not so much engaged in a full-scale war with the dwarves, not to mention that they were idle and had nothing to do. After eating and being too full, they deliberately went to trouble the dwarves.

It wasn't until the emergence of the great dwarf leader, Master Dogan with the blood of the silver dwarves, that the two races with a small population finally shook hands and made peace.

To this day, the two races who watch and help each other have been living in peace, and even many dwarves and giants have a rare interracial friendship.

Today's Hammer Castle is not just another underground castle like it was hundreds of years ago, but has become a huge town extending to the ground.

The mineral veins on the plain have long been exhausted, and the dwarves who don't know how to raise livestock and planting barely survive on the pony herds on the plain.

But a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. After all, the dwarves had a glorious past. Now relying on their income, apart from working for foreigners in exchange for some alcohol, the ethnic group can usually live a decent life.

If you ask who are the three poorest intelligent races on the Saint Cassis continent, anyone with a little common sense will know that the barbarians of the wasteland, the giants of the plains, and the dwarves of the plains are ranked in no particular order, and one is poorer than the other. If you have to rank first, then the answer is the wilderness barbarians.

Of the three poor ghosts, the richest is the dwarf, and the poorest is the barbarian, if one compares them with another.

At the very least, the giants can barely get by with the help of Iron Hammer Castle, and they are rare in number. The whole clan adds up to only a few hundred people.

The barbarians in the wilderness are different. Not only are they poor, but they are also crowded. Not only are there many people, but they can also eat.

The richest of the three poor men, all the dwarves of Dwarf Hammer Castle, suddenly envied the poorest barbarian a little bit.

The reason is simple, because although the barbarians are poor, they are ruthless, and the poorer they become, the more ruthless they become.

And the dwarves are not only poor, but also not ruthless, not only not ruthless, but also cowardly.

It is precisely because of being poor and cowardly that hundreds of ogres that appeared out of thin air surrounded the door of the house, constantly attacking the castle defense line on the ground.

Tens of thousands of dwarves huddled in the defense line, daring not to go out.

If it wasn't for the fact that Hammer Castle's old boss was still there, maybe those bloodthirsty monsters would have rushed in long ago.

The blond-haired commander, Master Dogen, looked very mighty, and roared at his subordinates, "Who can tell me, how can we repel these ogres?"

Dozens of dwarf elders lowered their heads and buried their heads in their crotches, basically covering their faces with underpants.

Master Daogen looked at the group of cowards below, and there was really no place to vent his anger.

Ever since De Niro, the dwarf elder, transported back from nowhere a giant wine rock crystal, Castle Hammer felt like a holiday.

They deliberately dug a big pit, threw the wine rock crystals into it, and began to pour water. The clear water soaked in the wine rock crystals turned into strong wine.

From him, the great commander, down to ordinary dwarves, the dwarves soaked in it day and night in shifts.

It was the first time for the dwarves to open their bellies to drink. Before they could wait for a few days of happiness, a blind man who was so powerful and seriously injured fell from the sky inexplicably.

Da Commander Dao is the most knowledgeable one among the many scumbags. After contacting this blind man, he immediately recognized that this unattractive human race is one of the three great sword masters standing at the top of the mainland pyramid. blind dragon.

This extremely strong man doesn't know who was injured, he just looks like a sick and consumptive ghost, and now he is lying on the floor of the commander's room and coughing up blood every day.

It doesn't work if you don't lie on the floor, the other beds are too small, and the old Blind Dragon can't straighten his legs.

If the dwarves drank alcohol or pretended to be cowardly, one was better than the other, but when it came to treating injuries, tens of thousands of dwarves were all blinded.

Seeing that the legendary Blind Dragon Sword Master was not killed by the enemy, but was about to be tossed to death by the dwarves, misfortunes never come singly. Hundreds of ogres suddenly appeared again, surrounded the gate of Iron Hammer Castle and began to attack the city.

If it was 100 years ago, Fort Hammer still had countless defensive weapons.

Whether it is a large military tool such as a hammer crossbow, a catapult, a gunpowder throwing vehicle, or a single-handed crossbow, you can fight the ogres outside.

But in recent decades, these armaments have been consumed almost.

The consumption is not because of the war, but because these dwarves are too poor, so they dismantle all these magical weapons built with the wisdom of countless ancestors, sell them if they can, and dispose of them as scrap iron if they can't be sold .

As a result, now that a powerful enemy is attacking, everyone in Fort Iron Hammer is stunned.

Leaning on a cane, the Blind Dragon Juggernaut, who coughed at three steps and spit out blood at ten steps, walked among a group of dwarves like he had advanced lung cancer.

Master Daogen has been admiring this blind man recently, the sword master really deserves his reputation, just seeing the blood he vomited almost filled a wine tank, but now he vomits blood as soon as he should, and he vomits blood every time he sips. If you don't die, the sword master of the human race is well-deserved, and he really resisted.

The dwarf radishes looked at this well-known sword master in mainland China, and wondered what kind of nerves this guy ran away after not recuperating well.

Holding a crutch and looking like a fortune teller, the blind dragon said guiltily, "Dwarf friends, thank you for helping me recover from my injuries."

The dwarves were still somewhat self-aware, and collectively hid their heads in their crotches.

They estimated that if the Juggernaut hadn't come to Iron Hammer Castle, he might have lived two more days. After arriving at Iron Hammer Castle, a group of dwarves who were good at blacksmithing took turns to toss him.

This Juggernaut is also really big-hearted, really let a group of dwarves play guest doctors, it is purely too slow to die!
I didn't see that at the beginning, the Juggernaut was only seriously injured and unable to move.

As a result, after being tossed by a group of dwarves for a few days, he was able to walk on his legs, but he started coughing up blood.

"Half a month ago, I tried my best to tear apart the space and entered the plane of the demons. As a result, I was seriously injured by a master of the demons."

Countless dwarves were in awe, and they were extremely powerful. This is the difference. Looking at them, fighting spirit, tearing space, and demons, just these three words, I usually dare not even think about it.

The blind dragon seemed to have regained its former momentum in an instant, and said majesticly: "Those ogres came out of the demon plane, I can't hurt everyone, let me go out and talk to them. Cough cough cough cough. Let me go cough Cough cough cough puff puff."

The first two sentences were fine, no loss of the title of Juggernaut, at that moment the momentum of the whole body skyrocketed, but without saying a few words, it became the terminal stage of lung cancer again.

Master Dogen looked at this funny man, waved his hand weakly, asked someone to support him, and said helplessly: "Hold it, you are struggling to speak, you should go back and rest quickly, I am afraid that you will die on the spot if you get agitated again." Here, you can hang anywhere, don’t kill us.”

A group of dwarves smiled wryly when they saw the blind dragon leaving tremblingly on a small crutch.

This is when the Blind Dragon came to Iron Hammer Castle and split open the steel gate of Iron Hammer Castle with a single sword. Otherwise, they would not believe that this sick and consumptive ghost is really a human sword master.

A group of dwarves were frowning, yes, you said that you are a human swordsman, such a big man, you can't die, but you ran to Iron Hammer Castle half dead, didn't you let us get into trouble?

The Juggernaut has countless disciples, and the appeal of the human kingdom is unparalleled. If Castle Hammer is really to die, the dwarves will indeed suffer.

Master Dogen watched the Blind Dragon leave, looked at the group of cowardly fellows below, and walked to the holy platform behind him helplessly.

The altar made of metal shone with soft light. On the back of an ancient portrait, a blond dwarf was holding a silver hammer. Behind was a black mist, and a long golden snake loomed in the middle.

"Great sage with incomparable wisdom and divine power, is it true that our Hammer Castle dwarves are really going to disappear in the breeze on the plain?" Master Dougan prayed devoutly: "When will your ground walker bring you back?" Let your descendants regain their former glory, Daogen hereby prays to you, become an omnipotent ascendant, and show your miracles again, your descendants have been killed."

A dwarf with a face full of dirt ran in, directly interrupted Master Dogen's prayer, and shouted in shock: "Commander, Commander is not good."

Daogen was startled, could it be that group of monsters attacked in, and hurriedly pulled out an iron sledgehammer from the side and asked, "What's going on, the castle's defense line is broken?"

The dwarf continued: "It's broken, it's not broken, no, yes, it was broken, but it was broken by a monster, so big, or a very big monster. It's still, I can't tell, Grand Commander, hurry up!" Come out and have a look, the clansmen are repairing the loopholes in the city wall."

The other dwarves didn't dare to continue to show off their stunts and buried their faces in their crotch, and quickly followed their leader and ran out.

(End of this chapter)