Lord Roar

Chapter 94 The Sad Dwarves
The current Saint Cassis Continent is not like thousands of years ago, when wars continued all the year round. At that time, every place where intelligent creatures set foot was filled with only blood and fire, aggression and being invaded.

In that dark age, the elves were never elegant, the druids were never kind, the dwarves never took sides behind closed doors, and the human race did not want to live forever under the ferocity of the Beamon orcs. Each race hated and killed each other, and even hoped to exterminate the other races. all races.

At that time, no matter which intelligent race they had, they had only one enemy, and that was other races.

Various races in the Saint Cassis Continent continued to kill each other until a more powerful demon race appeared, and the vicious demon race invaded one city after another. There is absolutely no beating for stabbing to death.

In the face of the powerful demons, all the indigenous races on the mainland put aside their hatred temporarily and united to resist foreign enemies.

The battle of defending the land lasted for several years, costing countless lives and blood. The demons finally retreated to the space-time rift and returned to their plane as a last resort. However, the population base of the natives of Saint Cassis Continent has also dropped by more than half .

Under the leadership of the current Lich King, the demons destroyed countless towns and homes. The brutal wars wiped out one civilization after another. Even when they retreated, they took away millions of slaves.

The natives of St. Cassis could only look at the back of the demons, squatting in the corner secretly and licking their wounds.

At the beginning of the Battle of the Land, all the aborigines were like a piece of loose sand, and were defeated one by one by the powerful demons. It was not until the appearance of the most powerful man under the starry sky, the spiritual leader of the Beamon clan, the king priest, that all the races were united. Together, after finally defeating all the extreme powerhouses of the Demon Race, they had to retreat back to the Great Rift of Time and Space.

There is no winner in that battle!Both parties have paid an unbearable price.

At that time, the priest of the Heavenly King, who was the commander-in-chief, once said that the natives of Saint Cassis Continent should thank the demons. The invasion of the demons brought them unprecedented unity. The demon race, the various races in the Saint Cassis continent will kill each other sooner or later, and if there is no demon race, countless civilizations and races will also disappear in the wind.

It was the darkest era in the historical records of Saint Cassis Continent, but it was also an era that made everyone's blood boil.

After the various races put aside their hatred and prejudice and had the same goal, they finally burst into dazzling sparks.

At that time, the dwarves and the barbarian warriors helped each other, and the two races went to the battlefield like brothers and sisters. It is commendable that the dwarf masters, led by the then dwarf lord Hammer Ruger, helped him more than once. The barbarians with too few numbers resisted the regular army of the demons with a large number.

Unfortunately, with the advent of peace, the friendship established between the two sides between blood and fire, like that war, gradually faded away, and finally only existed in various historical documents.

For hundreds of years, the human race continued to expand, and the dwarves and barbarians began to protect themselves, and eventually kept alienating.

The barbarians are a nostalgic race. As the rulers of the barren land, they have never refused the dwarves to walk on their homeland.

It's a pity that the arrogance of the dwarves is as famous as their alcoholism.

The dwarves of the Gania Plain have regarded themselves as the benefactors of the barbarians for hundreds of years, coupled with their arrogant character and violent temper, the barbarians also dislike them more and more.

The dwarf elder De Niro is a typical representative of the kind who thinks that all barbarians owe their dwarves. If they encounter other races, let alone barbarians with terrifying fighting power, they are robber ogres in the wasteland. If you dare to take the initiative to attack others, hundreds of people may have to go around, let alone provoke others.

Although the practice of the two races has become less enthusiastic over the past few hundred years, the barbarians are a relatively simple and honest race after all. Even if De Niro meets people from the Great Chief's tribe today, he might give the dwarves some face.

It's a pity that what they met today was not any tribal chief, not even a pure barbarian, but Alan who was even more irritable than them.

Allen, who led the crowd, wanted to let the other party go for the sake of the big Babylon, who didn't think of these short mules, who didn't know what to do.

Originally, it was fine to hold back the evil fire and prepare to bear it, but who knows that the other party is actually a ready-made blacksmith, a total of more than 300 ready-made blacksmiths, a human country may not have so many ready-made blacksmiths, let alone highly skilled dwarven masters.

So Allen couldn't calm down anymore, like an old dick who had been holding back for three years, suddenly got a free inflatable doll in a lottery, and wanted to get it home immediately and ravage it.

Although the young tribal warriors knew about that dark age through word of mouth, they still had no idea of ​​the historical friendship between the two tribes. What's more, these dwarves kept making bad words, and with the order of the new chief, they moved With no scruples or psychological burdens at all, they all kicked down one by one, took out the rattan rope and tied them tightly.

Allen saw this group of tribal warriors with big arms and round waists, kicking and screaming at these dwarves like beating bear children. He didn't have any psychological burden at all, let alone fighting side by side thousands of years ago, as long as he can grow the tribe , is a three-year-old child's lollipop, and he doesn't mind ordering the tribal warriors to grab him.

The big Babylon was in a hurry, constantly analyzing the pros and cons, babbling like an old village head who lost his daughter-in-law.

"They are a family of dwarves. If other tribes know about it, what will they think of us Bloodhoof!"

"After all, the dwarves have fought side by side with us!"

"It's the same thing for me to have friction with them. The conflict between so many fighters and them represents the tribe, or even the barbarian!"

"Brother Allen, listen to me, let them go, this will let others know how to see us barbarians."

It was the first time that Allen discovered that Babylon the Great was so good at ink, so he had to keep ordering the soldiers to end the battle as soon as possible. He really couldn't stand Babylon the Great.

The battle ended quickly, like a farce, and it had a sense of déjà vu that a high school basketball team formed a group to bully the Math Olympiad class of the second grade elementary school.

The dwarves basically had no ability to resist except for the shocking yelling, and Alan didn't bother to care about the repeated swearing.

Allen saw that it was almost done, and shouted: "Little ones, tie them up for me and bring them back to the tribe. Don't hurt them, these are all treasures."

Hearing this, the dwarves scolded even worse.

Allen rolled his eyes and shouted again: "You can only slap your mouth, you can't hurt or maim, it's okay if you slap all your teeth, just don't hurt your hands and feet."

The dwarves all shut up.

"And those tools on the car, all brought back to the camp, hurry up."

(End of this chapter)