Chapter 765: The shock brought by the Dwarf King Looking at Eunuch An Xi who fell to the ground in a coma, the faces of Lin Qi and Ying Qin became extremely weird.
Lin Qi glared at the wine barrel, and then looked at several of the town guard generals of the Heavenly Soldier Valley on the side: an old and steady town guard general stepped forward and respectfully saluted Lin Qi and Ying Qin: "Returning to the two princes, these old dwarves, they are all grandmaster-level forging masters, and everyone has experience in forging top-level holy weapons, so although their scolding is a little ugly. ：” Lin Qi and Ying Qin nodded in realization.
There's no way, this is the privilege of Wally's old dwarves, because they are all forging grandmasters, and they have all forged top-level holy weapons, so they are qualified to be arrogant and presumptuous here, and even point at their top boss Craftsman Ling and scold them nonsense, scolding An Xi, the supreme leader of the Heavenly Soldier Valley, and scolding them to the point of crying, and no one will do anything to them.
Top-notch artifact, what kind of concept is that?
If it is in the hands of the Peak Saint Master, if it can only slaughter one city, holding a top-level holy weapon, then the Peak Saint Master can slaughter a country.
With equal strength, ten Saint Masters could besiege and kill one Saint Master, but if that Saint Master was holding a top-level holy weapon, he could easily kill twenty Saint Masters of equal strength This is the efficacy of the Hallows Weapon, and this is the power of the Rank Hallows For an empire, a top-level holy artifact is a strategically important existence, even more important than a holy master.
Because a holy master may die in battle, but a truly top-grade holy weapon of excellent quality may pass through several masters without being damaged in the slightest.
The eight hundred old dwarves here have all been plated with top-level holy weapons, no wonder they can run rampant in the Valley of Heavenly Soldiers, and no one dares to provoke them.
An Xi on the side woke up slowly under the rescue of several little eunuchs, he looked at Lin Qi and Ying Qin bitterly, and muttered in a low voice: "The slave is incompetent, the slave is rude: but over the years, he has not stepped into the Heavenly Soldier Valley, and the insults of these dwarves are all borne by the slave and the maid alone, woo, the slave and the maid have been scolded for four years since they were scolded at the age of twelve."
Lin Qi blinked his eyes desperately, Anxi, this little eunuch is quite pitiful.
No wonder the imperial city gave him the position of the chief eunuch of the third grade, and the eunuch who was the chief eunuch of the Heavenly Soldier Valley was specially scolded, who was willing to come here to be scolded, and the unlucky one was not a top tank like An Xi With a light cough, Lin Qi took a few steps up to Beijing.
As soon as he stepped forward, Wally's eyes widened and he stared at Lin Qi, touched the beard on his face, and Wally suddenly laughed: "Old brothers, there is a newcomer, hey, little white face."
What's your name, what's your father's name, what is your mother's name, your grandfather and grandmother, our old brother, you can make up some jokes, make sure you have a little white face?"
Another black-haired old dwarf laughed wildly: "This kid doesn't speak, I guess it's a new unlucky bastard."
Lin Qi coughed lightly, and he said slowly: "I am not from the Heavenly Soldier Valley, let alone a subordinate of the Craftsman Order.
I'm here to discuss something with you:" Wally looked at Lin Qi suspiciously, out of the instinct of an old dwarf, he intuitively felt that Lin Qi was not a good person.
But he didn't see any deterrent power for Lin Qi, after all, for these dwarves who were proficient in casting, even the emperor of the Blood Qin Empire had to be polite to them.
Lin Qi didn't bother to ramble with these rough old dwarves, he pointed to the barrel, and then flicked his finger forward.
The barrel strode forward, and rushed to Wally and the others in a few clicks, and glanced down at Wally and the others who were only on his waist, and the barrel shouted loudly: "The great and honorable master is here to subdue you, dwarves, do you know the barrel master?"
Wa Zhi and the others were so angry that their eyes turned black, "Shorts, some people actually scolded them for being dwarves Of course, dwarves are indeed not tall, but just like no one has ever dared to say in front of the ancestral spirit warriors of the Black Spirit Continent,, this word is the same, and no one dares to say dwarfs in front of the violent and warlike dwarves, this word."
Some words are taboo for some races, and they are taboo for the entire Wa race, "Dwarf, the word for dwarves, is such a word."
"Bastard, die," Wally and the hundreds of other dwarves didn't even see the barrel clearly, and in a fit of rage, they pulled out the sledgehammer they were carrying on their backs and threw it at the barrel with all their might.
Although these old dwarves no longer have the power to forge divine weapons, they can still rely on their explosive power for a while to perform some of the dwarves' special skills.
For example, the Hammer of the God of War, a technique that concentrates the fighting spirit of the whole body in an instant, smashing his own war hammer out and severely damaging the enemy, Wally is extremely proficient.
They had all lived for more than five hundred years, and they had mastered the dwarven warfare by heart, and hundreds of thick flames erupted and smashed into the barrels like thunder.
The barrel was startled, the Hammer of the God of War was also a martial art he was proficient in, and he knew how lethal this kind of combat technique that concentrated the full power of a dwarf could be.
But soon the barrel was relieved, because Wally was too weak, and the strongest old dwarf was only the strength of the pinnacle of status, and this strength could not even hurt his skin for the current barrel.
After a few wild laughs, the barrel's body suddenly expanded, the clothes on his body exploded, his body expanded to a height of ten meters, and the stones and soil under the ground quickly melted, turning into magma and spreading on the barrel's body, forming a thick layer of magma armor.
The blazing wind spewed out in all directions, and the barrel spread his hands and raised his chest to meet the surging warhammers.
A dull loud sound rang out, and one after another sledgehammer weighing a thousand pounds slammed into the barrel's body.
But all the sledgehammers were melted by the hot magma, turning into red-hot molten iron that rushed over the barrel's body surface.
The barrel ate hundreds of sledgehammers frantically smashed by the old dwarves, and then roared like thunder: "Worship, dwarves, according to the tradition of our great ancestral gods, unless you have another dwarf king, you will be my people" The furious heat spread out from the barrel's body, he was so huge ten meters away, and Wally and they were all stunned, tears rolling down their strange old eyes, and they finally saw what an incredible presence stood in front of them The Dwarven King A dwarven king with ancient dwarven blood In the dwarven tradition, in the dwarven customs, it is natural to be the dwarven king of the dwarves.
There is no other dwarf king in the Valley of Heavenly Soldiers, so when the wine barrel stands here, from this point on, the wine barrel is the undisputed king of the 300,000 households and more than 30 million dwarves in the Valley of Heavenly Soldiers.
Unless a new Dwarven King can defeat the Barrel, unless the Barrel is killed by the enemy, his orders can determine the life and death of all the Dwarves in the Valley of Heavenly Soldiers.
"O God ...
Your Majesty, please forgive us for our recklessness, please forgive us for our offenses" Wally and the other old dwarves fell to their knees with bitter tears, bent their bellies with difficulty, and touched the ground with their foreheads.
There was even a bold old dwarf who came to the side of the barrel and wanted to touch the instep of the barrel with his forehead, but the problem was that the instep of the barrel was covered by high-temperature magma, and the bold old dwarf was so hot that he screamed, and a large piece of skin and flesh fell off his forehead, and the white bones were exposed.
The barrel stretched out his hands, his heart beating violently, and hot tears streaming down his face.
Ever since he first activated the bloodline of the Dwarven King in the Black Abyss Divine Prison, he had always dreamed of a day when he could return to the surface world, and he could return to the dwarven homeland.
He was able to gain the support of one or more dwarven tribes, and made countless dwarven people fall to their knees before him.
This is the scene that all dwarves dream of, this is the unity and persistence inherited in the blood of every dwarf, a fate that all dwarves cannot abandon and cannot get rid of."
"I, the barrel, am your king," the barrel shouted.
Countless dwarves forged from within the valley.
Out of the field, the old dwarves walked in the front, the young dwarves walked in the middle, the women and children walked in the back, and all the dwarves lined up in a neat line, converging along the wide avenue of the Valley of Heavenly Soldiers.
Dozens of meters away from the barrels, the oldest dwarves knelt respectfully on the ground.
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After the courage of the old dwarves, the dwarves fell to their knees.
All the dwarves came out, they knelt in the streets, they knelt in the alleys, they knelt on the hillsides, they knelt in those.
On the roof of the field, they knelt reverently, and all the dwarves wept, and their empty hearts seemed to have something reliable and steady suddenly.
"Great, the bloodline of the primeval giants has awakened in my body," the barrel roared, "So, as the primeval divine dwarven king, I declare that this is the kingdom of my barrel, this land, my territory, you are all my people, here, I call it... ” Stunned, the barrel suddenly turned back to Lin Qi and shouted: "Great and terrifying master, this place, what should it be called" Ji Qi was stunned, glared at the wine barrel angrily, and then said in a low and powerful voice: "Tiger Valley, if you want to establish a country here and declare this to be your territory, then this place is called the Tiger Valley Tiger Infested Canyon."
Lin Qi muttered in a low voice: "The canyon that eats people" The barrel's body swelled rapidly, and soon his body swelled to fifty meters away.
His body was still rising, and he tried his best to push the boiling blood in his body, and roared hoarsely: "Here, from now on, is our land, our roots, here, is the Tiger Valley."
The bloodline aura from the ancient giants in the barrel spread and quickly spread throughout the Heavenly Soldier Valley.
Stimulated by this aura, tens of thousands of dwarves suddenly poured out of their bodies with a strong light that was unique to the breakthrough of their fighting energy
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