A team of eleven members from the Lonely Mountain was riding on Dragon's blood warhorses and heading west.
They had been traveling for nearly twenty days.
They had not encountered any obstacles or assassinations along the way. Other than some reckless magical beasts suddenly rushing in front of them and suddenly trembling in fear, they had not encountered any accidents.
This boring life was expected by everyone, and it was also the situation that they did not want to encounter.
This meant that the Dwarf Kingdom would definitely have the determination and strength to kill Odom the moment they made a move.
"Old Odom, how far are we from your hometown?" Battle Wizard McClane suddenly asked.
Odom, who was riding on the Dragon's blood horse, squeezed the horse's abdomen with his short legs and said, "Didn't we just enter the territory of the Red Fire Kingdom? If we don't take a detour, we can directly pass through the Desert Kingdom. Then, we'll be halfway there."
"What do you plan to do? The Red Fire Kingdom and the Desert Kingdom are at war, and William is there. We can take a detour. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry."
Odom scratched his head and said embarrassedly.
Akarov said nonchalantly, "Why would we take a detour? We'll go straight. Even if it's the center of the battlefield, I won't take a detour."
"That's not good. It might cause trouble." Odom thought of William's plan and could not help but say cautiously.
"What are you afraid of? I'm a close-combat wizard. Why would I take a detour just because there's danger ahead?" McClane took out a forty-meter-long broadsword and gestured.
Everyone was speechless when they saw him.
They did not know if he had chosen the wrong occupation. He was talented in close-combat, but he had chosen to be a wizard.
But his teacher was a white-robed knight, so the others could only think that he was specially chosen by the Warlock Saint.
Odom got along well with the members of the Lonely Mountain team.
As Odom had been the deputy city lord for so many years, his mind had been honed to be as hard as steel. He was cunning and unfathomable. How could he be arrogant or make some stupid mistakes?
Moreover, the teammates that William had chosen for him were too awesome.
All of them were Epic professionals.
All of them were famous experts from other forces.
Fortunately, Odom Heavyhammer wasn't weak either. After eating the Bloodline Fruit, he had also regained his Legendary bloodline and stepped into the Epic rank.
The reason why the others respected him, in addition to their good relationship with William, was that Odom was likely to become the Lord of Lonely Mountain and revive the Dwarf Empire.
Just this point alone was enough for everyone to respect him.
Or it could be said that no one present was the absolute leader. They were all companions that William had gathered at the last minute. Since the target had appeared, they just had to rush forward.
Plan? There was no need.
Strategy? There was no need.
Detour? Impossible!
At that moment, Roderick of the Mercenary Guild, William's old friend from Version 1.0, had become an authoritative figure in the southern region Mercenary Guild. He had just received a transmission. After taking a look, he could not help but smile. "The Red Fire Nation and the Desert Sea Nation have just engaged in an epic battle. More than 40 epic experts have participated in the battle."
"What's going on?" Adolf, who had joined the Palace of Darkness, could not help but ask. (Spy from the City of Dawn)
Ding dong.
Ding dong.
Almost everyone received the transmission.
Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw the message. Cassadin exclaimed, "William is good. He killed three epic professionals, and one of them was an Honored Epic."
"Tsk, tsk. There's also an enchanter from the Magic Sanctuary. I feel that William is in trouble. His teacher, Licangrola, is also a werewolf."
The eleven of them discussed among themselves. They seemed to be discussing if they should take the opportunity to take a look at the battlefield.
But in the next second, Lancelot's expression changed when he received the message. He said in a deep voice, "The Darkness invasion is coming. It will happen within three days."
Everyone's heart sank. Their joy had dissipated.
The Darkness invasion was a heavy burden on everyone's head.
Even if the sky collapsed, the tall man would hold it up.
The scale of the Darkness invasion this time was not too large. Most of them knew that it would not pose a threat to the power of the Kingdoms.
But what about the next time?
What about the next time?
Odom glanced at Lancelot, who did not look too good. He seemed to understand that Lancelot was anxious and wanted to send Odom to the Lonely Mountain as soon as possible. Then, he would lead his troops to kill the dark creatures. So he said with 'good intentions', "Why don't we speed up and fly over?"
Lancelot did not hesitate. He immediately rejected and said, "No need. I've promised William, and I will definitely do it. But we can speed up by riding horses. "
"Okay, we'll go all the way. Even if there's an attack from a legendary professional, I'll make him suffer." The close-combat wizard, McLean, took out his 40-meter-long broadsword and pointed to the west.
When the others saw him, the depressing atmosphere was reduced.
After all, as the clown of this team, McClane, the melee Magus, had always done a good job.
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The traces of the Lonely Mountain team were not hidden. Many people knew their route. The 80,000 to 90,000 traveling bards in the City of Dawn released information about them every day.
Every time they got closer to the Lonely Mountain, the Dwarf Kingdom, which had been targeting Odom, would feel more pressure.
On the same night.
In the capital of the Iron Fist Dwarf Kingdom.
Although it was called the capital, it was actually a giant mountain that had been hollowed out. Millions of Dwarves lived in it, accounting for more than 80% of the Iron Fist Dwarves.
The reason why so many people could live here was not only because of the large area of the mountain, but also because there were a lot of magical metal veins and other gems under the mountain. Because of that, the City of the Dwarves was built layer by layer, like a huge underground labyrinth.
It was rumored that tens of millions of Dwarves lived in the Lonely Mountain. The underground city inside was famous throughout the Gods' continent.
Back then, the Flame Devil was dug out from the Lonely Mountain.
Fortunately, the Dwarves repelled it and sealed it completely.
Another interesting thing about the Dwarves was that they had always been known as Fengshui Masters on the Gods' continent.
Only the Dwarves were the most professional in finding magical metal hidden more than 100 meters deep. Many human empires and kingdoms who wanted to find mineral veins in their territories would generally ask for help from Dwarf Fengshui Masters who were proficient in this technique.
At this moment.
The night was dark.
The caves in the Iron Fist Kingdom were brightly lit. The Dwarves living here did not have any discomfort. Even the sound of knocking in some deep pits was still continuous, because many Dwarves were industrious (and greedy). As long as they saw metal, they could not help but want to dig.
As for the outside of the Iron Fist Kingdom, there seemed to be no change, but there were many more royal guards inside the palace than usual. A short and exquisite Dwarf Warrior was holding a knife and axe, each of them at the Grandmaster rank, and they looked very explosive.
The reason for the increase in the number of royal guards was that there were four Dwarf Kings in the palace.
Among them were the Iron Fist King, the Hardbeard King, the Stonefoot King, and the Blue Mountain King.
Those who did not come here were the Blacklock Dwarves, the Firebeard Dwarves, and the Dulin Dwarves.
In the main hall of the palace.
The King of the Iron Fist Kingdom sat high on the throne. Below his buttocks was the skin of a Legendary Balrog, and in each of his hands was the skull of a young Balrog. In any case, the Balrog was still a mortal enemy in the hearts of the Dwarves, and all the Dwarves took pride in killing the Balrog.
The iron-fisted king looked at his three old friends, who were deep in thought, and said in a dignified manner, "Send out a Legend to kill Odom."
"Are you really going to kill him?" The Toughbeard King smiled bitterly.
The Stonefoot King sneered. "Back then, the Toughbeard Dwarves were the happiest in killing him, and now you're crying like a cat crying for a mouse?"
"Bullsh * t, we have no choice." The Toughbeard King slapped the table and was about to stand up and fight with the old guy in front of him.
The Blue Mountain King frowned and said, "Enough, enough. Every time we meet, you two can quarrel, but now is not the time for you to quarrel and fight one on one.
Odom is the problem we should solve the most right now.
But I don't think it's a good idea to send out a Legendary professional. There are many Epic professionals in that team, and they are all talented rising stars.
Ordinary Legendary professionals may not be able to kill Odom. Is there a Legendary assassin in the four kingdoms? "
The Iron Fist King narrowed his eyes and said with a fierce look, "Then look for the Shadow Killer Alliance."
"The asking price is too high."
"Yes, it's too expensive."
The Blue Mountain King rolled his eyes helplessly. "We'll pay for the assassins together. Now is not the time to save money. If Odom is killed, even if the Lord of the City of Dawn participates in the war between the Red Fire Kingdom and the Desert Kingdom, his ultimate goal will not be the Lonely Mountain."
"But just sending the assassins of the Shadow Killer Alliance doesn't seem to be enough, right?" The Toughbeard King frowned.
The Stonefoot King laughed when he heard this. He suddenly said, "Actually, I'm in contact with Gurte. Ever since they were driven out of the Legendary continent, they are so poor that they can barely afford to eat. As long as we give him enough benefits, he will also send people to help stop the Lonely Mountain team. Let the Orc experts create trouble first, and then the assassins will find a chance to kill them. "
"Are we going to cooperate with the Orcs again?" The Toughbeard King sighed. He looked at the expressions of his three old friends and did not say anything else.
"If we don't cooperate, are we going to watch him open the gate of the Lonely Mountain?"
"Yes, are we going to give all the treasures in the Lonely Mountain to Odom for nothing? Do you know how many treasures there are in the Lonely Mountain? It might be more than all of our treasures combined."
The Blue Mountain King muttered, "It's been hundreds of years. Give us another six or seven years, and we can open the gate. Then, with the four of us, we can restore the glory of the Lonely Mountain. However, the throne will not belong to the Hammer tribe."
Speaking of the throne …
The four people in the hall could not help but fall silent.
However, the Iron Fist King broke the silence and said in a deep voice, "It's too early to talk about the throne. The most important thing is to get rid of Odom."
"What about the three old guys …"
"They have also killed many dwarves of the Hammer tribe. Their hands are also stained with blood. Now that they don't want to continue being executioners, we will help them get rid of them. However, don't tell them about the assassination of Odom, in case there are more accidents. "A cold light flashed in the Iron Fist King's eyes.
The Seven Dwarven Kingdoms were once the Seven Dwarven Clans.
They had all betrayed the Hammer tribe.
Some of them regretted it at that time.
They had also stirred up trouble many times, so that the bloodline of the Hammer tribe had been preserved until now.
But was it too late for them to regret?
Maybe after Odom Hammer regained control of the Lonely Mountain, he might forgive those who had helped him.
But the most ruthless executioners like them would definitely not escape death.
Not holding a grudge?
That was millions of people who were related to the tribe by blood.
They were all dwarves with the surname Hammer!
Coupled with hundreds of years of hunting, only Odom was left.
You said he was not holding a grudge?
Tell it to a child.
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