Running Away From The Hero!

# 4 Their Reason: Dwarves' Reason

Land, land! Land, land!

The sound that resonates in the forge is always the same.

The sound of knocking on metal.

The Dwarves were born to make things. That's why they always beat metal.

Tap to shape and train harder.

Starting with the sword, I made spears, axes, etc., and sometimes some props such as arrowheads, shields, or armor.

This was fun.

The Dwarf was a delight imprinted upon his kind.

I always knocked many metals on the basis of iron, and I focused on forgetting myself and tapping everything when it came to tapping metal.

But now it's different. I heard more important news than tapping iron.

Land, land! Land! Land!

You hear a murmuring noise as you tap on clear iron.

A mistake that cannot be made as a Dwarf.

But the information I heard was shocking enough to make such a mistake.

“What, what? ”

Probably a lie.

You have to lie.

He looks at the target with those eyes, but only a silent pound of iron knocks out the horse.

“It's true. The elder told me himself. ”

“That's a lie. How did that happen……. ”

I couldn't even beat iron to a shocking sound.

“I understand. I was very surprised when I first heard it. ”

It was the words of a colleague who continued to breathe carelessly.

“But it's true. The Demon King... He says the iron doesn't even work. ”

“What kind of monsters are we making enemies of? ”

Dwarves don't know much about the Demon King.

It is because I am forced to listen only to the stories conveyed by the mouth of the book.

I had no choice. It is because the evil Demon King, an apostle of the evil god, has the ability to corrupt all living things around him.

Protected by it is an elf blessed by the goddess of compassion and devotion sealed in evil gods.

And I don't know why, but only the Humans.

That's why the gods chose a warrior, a divine apostle, for the tribe of Humans, and prepared to fight the Demon King.

There's only one thing we Dwarves can do in battle with the Demon King.

Just making stronger weapons and armor to increase the chance of survival of your warriors.

Fighting the Demon King directly was unthinkable.

That's why I only heard rumors about the Demon King.

But the rumors... were so frightening.

“Hectare could be lying, right? ”

The Elders said it was the information they were talking about, but the original informant was Hectare of Sinister Hands, not anyone else.

He could have devised an evil plan and spread this terrible rumor.

“Yes. Hectare certainly can. ”

I acknowledged my words, but I doubled my sincerity by knocking on iron indiscriminately.

“Well, do you know something? ”

I spoke in a trembling voice as I saw my fellow dwarves leapfrogging beyond Mooa's pitch and reaching the depths of the sea.

“What the hell do you know? Come on, tell me! ”

Land! Land... Land.

The sound of the iron pounding begins to fade.

It meant we were pretending not to, but we were all focused on what we were saying.

“If you think about it, you'll know. ”

“What, what? ”

“There's no reason for him to lie to us. ”

“Well, that's not for sure! Maybe he's lying to give us our fear of the Demon King! ”

Yes. It could be Hector's evil plot to instill fear on the Demon King and make us work even more.

Look at the other Dwarves! Everyone is nodding to my opinion!

“Why? ”

However, as soon as I heard that indifferent voice, I started to sweat from behind my back.

I can't believe you're cold sweating in this heat!

“Don't tell me! To instill fear on us and make us work even more.... ”

“So why? ”

“H-huh? ”

The moment I saw the eyes that had detached everything, I could feel the words blocking.

“Why do you need to lie to me when you have iron bars? ”

“Ah……. ”

The moment I listened to him, I could understand everything.

Yes, it is.

Why are we listening to Hectare's evil hand and complaining about nothing?

Because he showed great kindness to our clan and to the Dwarves, of course?

No, it's not.

Because he has the authority to command us as Elders of the Dwarves?

Not that either.

There's only one reason we listen to his commands.

It was because he conquered the Black Anvil clan with a single piece of iron.

Does Hector need to bring a new variable to the Demon King that has already given our clan an unforgettable horror?

Nothing.

Hectare makes walls and weapons to fight the Demon King.

The enemy had no reason to demoralize his allies by scaring them.

“Oh, shit……! ”

Hectare had no choice but to admit that everything Hectare said was true.

He was a wicked but very wise man.

Hectare said, "None of the tricksters are fools. Fools can't cheat. ’There is also the word.

Only someone smarter than the opposing Pokémon can cheat.

That's why Hectare, the master of deception and the symbol of evil, had to be smart.

“So... there's really no hope...?" ”

Tears poured down when I realized everything.

I don't think I can handle a Hectare, but there is a Demon King who ignores even iron.

The Demon King in the front and Hectare in the back!

Hell can't be worse than this.

“Give up. It's easy to give up. ”

Land, land! Land, land!

When everyone was silent, it was the appearance of a priest who had completely detached himself from the hammer.

But I heard a voice screaming at him.

“Giving up? Giving up is not something a dwarf would say! That's what I taught you, Fabrice! ”

“Elder Hayless! ”

It was Elder Hayras, one of the elders of the clan.

“The Demon King doesn't work with hectares and iron pickings. How should we deal with them? I have to give up. ”

He was the leader of the clan, and the best artisan was the elder.

It is against the law of the clan to speak to such elders with such disrespect.

“You'd think so. ”

However, the Elder did not point out such rude behavior. Rather, I nodded and agreed with him.

“There is an enemy behind you that cannot be defeated, and there is an enemy ahead that cannot be defeated. There's no way forward or backward. ”

“Yes, it's all useless. So give it up, Elder. ”

The Elder shakes his head at the empty words of Fabrice.

“As I said before, it's not time to give up. Even if it's blocked in front and back, there's still a chance! ”

“It's blocked in front and back. Where do you run to? ”

Fabrice raises his finger in a flash.

“Sky? Are you using magic to escape into the sky? ”

It was possible enough.

Often people think of Elves as good magicians among different factions.

However, the Dwarves were also more magical than the Elves, based on their usefulness.

Not only did he enchant the sword, but he also engraved the magic on the walls of Hectare's orders, one brick at a time!

It was a high level of work requiring outstanding magical strength, unsurpassed magic skills, and dexterity.

However,

“You can't just fly away. The Elder doesn't seem to know that he's working in a workshop, but some people have already tried to escape into the sky. ”

It was just like Fabrice said.

Several of them attempted to escape, as well as those working on the walls.

It was natural.

Our future was dark as long as Hectare with the evil hand held the iron.

Some gave up and surrendered, but some went on to seek hope.

And they all…….

“Shoes of the air to deal with flying monsters, armor imprinted with floating magic, and even a sword that gives you a foothold in the sky with aerial battle in mind. He tried to escape the evil hand of Hectare with all his tools. ”

Everything will be explained by the words‘ I did. ’

“But there is no one who has succeeded! They've all been a terrible sacrifice of iron! ”

Fabris' indifference explodes.

Fabrice was not detached. I just couldn't admit to the reality I had to.

He was angry because the Elder touched it.

“The sky is blocked in front and back, of course. But where am I supposed to run to? ”

The elder, who watches Fabrice's anger quietly, raises his hand firmly.

“Sky? Is there no other way but sky? The sky is already the realm of iron pickles. At any time, you can rule the sky with the technique of the Celestial Empire! ”

Tian Mang.

It means the heavenly net, and it was the way to trap those who wanted to ascend into heaven by setting a net in heaven as their name implies.

Divide the whole body of iron into very thin threads and cover the sky.

That was it.

But its power was not simple.

It flies towards the sky.

It is because this simple act is meant to run toward the iron mace when there is a world.

Screaming and falling on his own horn.

Numerous people could see it.

“Elder, we are hopeless. There is no way out of pain except to achieve what Hectare wants. ”

The elder who heard the words remained silent.

However,

“Huh?"

The finger that went up toward the sky began to fall at a very fast rate.

Bang!

The magical finger pierces through a hard ground and punctures the floor.

Perfect magical operation.

It was a great skill that showed the strength and skill of a warrior who met the standards of the sovereign master as well as what humans call it.

“Well, that's impossible! ”

Seeing it, all the dwarves were astonished.

“The Dwarves have been a target of many races since ancient times. ”

As we stared at it with our mouths wide open, the Elder spoke in a firm voice about the history of Dwarves.

“Greedy humans and dragons have sought our skills. The Demibeasts, who always enjoy fighting, aim for our weapons. The elves who claim to be the Guardians of the Forest have hindered us from cutting down the trees for work. ”

A long, long time ago, when the balance of power and the realm of each species was not perfect.

The dwarves are constantly being targeted in order to gain the slightest advantage.

“There are still humans who want to enslave other races, sworn to keep the balance between their races. In the days when there was no oath, it was everyday. ”

It was as the Elder had said.

One of Hectare's noble elders, rescued the Dwarves who had been enslaved.

He was able to become an honorary elder of the Dwarves because he had saved dozens of us from a shortage of species.

“Once upon a time, our ancestors preferred digging ground to pounding iron. ”

The Dwarves were loved by the God of Fire and Creation, but also by the God of the Earth.

“When I was holding a shovel and a pickaxe, not a hammer. We didn't make weapons, we made roads. ”

Land, land! Land, land!

The sound spreads.

Clear and cheerful.

But it wasn't the sound of iron.

“We are all excellent craftsmen. But at the same time, he is also a very good miner. ”

Yes, it is.

Most of what we receive from humans is food.

Very rare metals are purchased, but not the most basic ones.

This is because the ore we mine is much better than the ore we mine.

Why do we live in this barren land?

Maybe it's because it's full of quality ore!

“Ah……. ”

Land, land! Land, land!

Fabrice wept as he listened to the sound of it spreading.

“I... I was a fool. ”

It was the tears of repentance.

Repentance for those who determine their limits and give up hope.

The Elder patted Fabrice on the back like that.

“Dwarves don't give up. Now, look. We have hope! ”

A hole pierced through the Elder's fingers. There was a faint light leaking out.

“If the sky is blocked in front, behind and behind, you can flee to the ground! ”

It was a moment of hope for the Black Anvils.