Chapter Ninety-Nine: Seven Evil Dragons In the early morning, the sound of striking iron in the dwarven king's city was particularly crisp, and some dwarves who had rushed here early in the morning to worship in the square in front of the dwarf temple were lining up to walk towards the temple in an orderly manner, and several old dwarves living nearby in the square were sitting by the fountain in the center of the square and watching the peaceful scene in front of them, while a dwarf practitioner was receiving offerings from the prayer people next to the gate of the temple.
Dwarven practitioners are dwarves who volunteer to practice in the temple, not only in the temple but also in the temple to refine the art of blacksmithing on a daily basis.
In order to learn powerful martial arts and forging skills, practitioners need to abandon all their shortcomings and negative influences, abstinence from alcohol and vegetarianism are necessary precepts to achieve all these conditions, and dwarven practitioners in linen robes take offerings from devout devotees, and the offerings are generally not very rich, mostly vegetables and flour, which have been the custom between dwarves who have worshiped and served temples for thousands of years.
Dwarves don't actually have gods, although they do have a huge statue in their temple, but the dwarves call it the great or tall to replace the word gods, the dwarves are the descendants of the Titans, and they have the blood of the Titans in their bodies, which is undoubted, and even the dwarves in the history of the dwarves have atavistic phenomena that grow like a hill, but the legendary Titans who are more than ten meters tall leave such short descendants of this, the dwarves have been secretive, It doesn't seem like that fool would use this question to provoke the dwarves.
In fact, there are dragonborns in a similar situation to them, whether it is a wurm or a dragonman, if anyone dares to discuss the issue of blood with them, then that person will definitely die a very ugly death.
Today it was the turn of the dwarven practitioner Tumen to receive the offering at the gate of the temple, this job was a hard job for the dwarven warrior with a wooden personality, and with a stiff smile on his already sour face, Tumen took a vegetable or a small bag of flour from the worshipper, and then placed it on the table behind him.
The pilgrims, on the other hand, bow to the Tumen and enter the temple, either to worship the Great One or to seek out the wise man in the temple to answer their questions.
Everything was so peaceful.
Just as Tumen had finished accepting the offerings from the last worshippers and was about to beckon his companions to carry the food to the kitchen, the ground jerked.
As if something had exploded, the block not far from the temple was now filled with smoke, and everyone in front of the temple looked in the direction of the accident in amazement.
Roar!!
A sound like the roar of a dragon came from the smoke, and the faint dragon might scared the dwarf who should have been resolute and brave into screaming.
Tumen's concentration was much stronger than that of ordinary dwarves, and he had just stabilized his body when he saw a black hornless dragon head sticking out of the black mist, but before he could react, a second dragon head was sticking out of the black mist.
"Oh my God!
What is that!?
Tumen watched in horror as the black dragon's head stretched out of the black mist, and then the huge dragon body of the monster dragon also stretched out from the black mist, and the buildings in front of the dragon fell like building blocks, and Tumen could see several dwarves who had survived the mutation running away in panic at the dragon's feet.
"Enemy attack!
Enemy attack!
It was only at this time that Tumen suddenly remembered what he should do, and under the loud voice of the dwarves, the dwarven cultivators, who had already been alarmed by the loud noise, rushed out of the temple with their weapons in their hands.
"A strange dragon, where did this guy come from?"
A white-robed dwarf on crutches approached Tumen and asked.
"Lord Wise, there was a sudden loud bang just now, and then this monster came out of a cloud of black mist."
Tumen replied respectfully to the old dwarf, whose beard had turned gray.
"Whatever he came from, we should stop him from destroying the city first."
A dwarf with a great hammer approached Tumen and the wise man, and his loud voice reassured all the dwarves present as he spoke to the old man.
"It may be a monster that came in from a spatial rift, and he shouldn't have any wisdom when he looks like this, let's take action together to drive him out of the royal city first."
The old dwarf looked at the strange dragon that was wreaking havoc in the residential area but had no specific goal, and decisively decided.
"Let's go together?
Well, it's been a long time since we've fought together.
The dwarven warrior seemed very excited when he heard the old man's words, and his feet slammed into the ground, and then rushed towards the strange dragon like a flea.
"You send some of you to organize the rescue of the wounded, and the rest of you go back and take good care of the temple."
After the old man had finished giving instructions to the dwarven cultivators, he also carried a wooden staff and ran towards the dragon that was already fighting with the dwarven warriors with a speed that did not suit his age.
The dwarven warrior wielding the giant hammer and the dwarven old man manipulating the thunder and lightning fought with the black dragon with seven heads, unexpectedly, this dragon had almost no special abilities except for its huge body, and under the attack of the two dwarven powerhouses, the dragon was beaten and screamed and retreated near the city wall.
Just as the dragon fled and the two dwarven powerhouses chased after him, a man with a long knife appeared near the dwarven temple.
"It's dinner time."
Spark's body swelled violently, and after his height jumped to two meters, the torn clothes revealed not human flesh, but metal!
At the same time, in the barracks of the dwarven royal guard, Zhao Yannian was standing in an interrogation room and facing a dwarf officer.
There were no chairs suitable for humans in the dwarves' interrogation rooms, so Zhao Yannian could only lower his head and look down at the dwarves to accept their interrogation.
"Say!
Why the hell did you kill the Great Elder!?
The dwarf officer slapped the table and raised his head to Zhao Yannian and shouted.
"Didn't I say it, I haven't even seen the face of the Great Elder, how can I kill him."
Zhao Yannian replied helplessly again.
"Don't admit it, do you?
Then we'll have to torture!
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The dwarven officer threatened again, and the two dwarven soldiers behind him shook the chains in their hands at the right time, making a clattering sound.
"Alas," Zhao Yannian sighed and felt that he really couldn't continue to communicate with these dwarves, and he slowly closed his eyes.
"What?
Do you think we can't do anything if we close our eyes!?
The dwarven officer said angrily.
"It's too boring, let's talk about something else."
When Zhao Yannian opened his eyes again, purple light emanated from his pupils.
The dwarves were instantly attracted by the light, and their expressions became glazed.
"In addition to forcing me to admit that it was a threat of torture, your interrogation is too unprofessional, isn't it?"
After Zhao Yannian took out a chair from the space ring and sat down, he complained to the dwarf, he was already tired of listening to the lines that the dwarf officer tossed and turned during the interrogation just now.
"Nonsense!
We are the most professional interrogators, and usually we will cry and admit that he did it as long as we say a word, as for you......
That's right!
It's because you're too tall!
"The dwarven officers are making excuses for their meagre means of extracting confessions.
"You have a point."
Zhao Yannian thought about it and felt that this topic seemed to be much more interesting than interrogation, so he moved his seat and squatted down.
"So we're generally tall, now you can interrogate and see."
Zhao Yannian looked at the dwarven officer in front of him with interest, maybe because of the racial characteristics, the dwarves don't like to lie, but their stubborn character makes them very fond of quibbling.
"No, we can't make you admit you're a murderer."
The dwarf officer looked at Zhao Yannian's fearless appearance, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said dejectedly.
"My friend, can you tell me who made you force me to admit that I am the murderer?"
Zhao Yannian took out a few bottles of wine from the ring and handed them over.
"Can you swear you didn't tell you that?"
The dwarf officer looked at Zhao Yannian's hand, which was obviously a very precious wine, and asked with his saliva swallowed.
"I swear by the honor of nobility, and you should know that the bronze dwarves in my realm respect me as they respect their patriarch, and my credibility is stronger than diamonds."
Zhao Yannian shook the wine bottle in his hand temptingly, and then flicked the cork off the bottle with his thumb and handed it over.
"It's His Majesty, he said that if you don't admit to being the murderer, you will be tortured to force you to confess."
After the dwarf officer finished speaking, he immediately reached out and grabbed the wine bottle in Zhao Yannian's hand, and couldn't wait to drink it.
"As I expected, are you going to make me a scapegoat and then take away power?
What a boring story.
Zhao Yannian almost knew the ins and outs of the whole thing, but for him, where were the two humans who took the Moon Spring Water were what he wanted to know, but this question was obviously impossible for the dwarves to tell him.
At this moment, the communicator on Zhao Yannian's body suddenly rang.
"What's the matter?"
Zhao Yannian turned on the communicator and asked.
"My lord, there is a dragon with seven heads wreaking havoc in the dwarven city."
Shelley's voice came from the communicator.
"A dragon with seven heads?
Are you playing Genesis?
When it came to the seven-headed dragon, Zhao Yannian naturally thought of the seven evil dragons in the elven legend that represented the evil existence in the world, but if that thing was still alive, it would only need one blow to destroy the dwarf royal city, and he had never heard of anything else that would have seven heads so outrageous.
"That thing came out of a fog."
Shelley added via the communicator.
"Fog?"
Zhao Yannian seemed to have thought of something.
"Shelley, come and pick us up, there's nothing fun going on here."
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After Zhao Yannian finished speaking, he turned off the communicator, and after knocking several dwarves unconscious with a mental impact, Zhao Yannian kicked open the door of the interrogation room.