"Croak! The molten lava is spinning! A hundred thousand bolts of power! It's just a bit of cold! Watch me smash it back with my hammer!"

"Let Yan Han see what you're made of, Copper Hammer!"

There will always be a way!

"It's actually beating?!"

"Dwarves! Stand tall on the earth!"

"Am I getting weaker because I'm lacking strong liquor?"

"I am the furnace!"

"..."

This is an absurd scene... How should I put it, the Dwarf Kingdom is located further north of the Empire and the Orc Kingdom, just like the Duchy... at the northernmost part of this continent.

Therefore, this area is more severely affected by the cold.

If it's a beautiful light snowfall in Silvermoon Tree Garden, then here it's a terrible blizzard. Logically speaking... the dwarves should only be able to hide underground and wait for the blizzard to pass.

As for those giant furnaces and iron felt tool kits on the ground that couldn't be moved underground in time, they could only be left to succumb to the blizzard until the snow melted one day.

is that so? !

"Aa ...

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!

!

"..."

A large group of dwarves roared, wielding hammers of varying sizes, and frantically pounded at the empty space in the air, while another group of dwarves were constantly moving materials and equipment to the ground.

"Whoosh whoo ...

"retreat!"

"retreat!

!

"retreat!

!

"

"retreat!

!

!

"

No, they weren't pounding on the air when they roared!

Visibly, the omnipresent, cruel snowstorm was actually being driven back... This is very counterintuitive, since snowflakes and cold winds don't have any physical form.

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These short, bearded dwarves, both men and women, constantly struggled against the biting cold wind... one hammer blow, two hammer blows, three hammer blows, four hammer blows, five hammer blows, and if that wasn't enough, they kept hitting harder and harder!

Until all calamities are kept away from our companions!

...

The struggle against the cold calamity was long, and it was only after a long time that the dwarves responsible for moving it finally pushed the enormous furnace underground.

"It's done! Aaaaaaah!"

!

Oh oh oh oh oh!

!

Amidst the cheers, the outermost dwarf warriors also began their own cheers, before being blown about by the storm and stumbling into the underground cave entrance.

Then, the dwarves who were already prepared and responsible for receiving the dwarves immediately braved the huge wind and snow to push the huge half-open iron gate to close it... However, the enormous wind pressure made it difficult for them to close the gate easily.

"Watch this! Molten Core Rotation! Nine thousand nine hundred bolts of power! Give me that damn seal!"

!

"Olive, you shit! Seal it up!"

!

!

"..."

"boom!"

As the door slammed shut, the dwarves frantically plugged in numerous bolts... and finally, the surroundings quieted down, and the deafening roar of the storm ceased.

"What an absurd blizzard!"

A dwarf spat, her voice booming like a burly man, and stroked her beard. She looked at a young dwarf boy sitting on the throne, seemingly lost in thought, and asked, "Your Majesty! What has happened?!"

Then, other dwarves immediately chimed in, nodding and asking in unison, "Spring has long since arrived! It's almost summer! What madness has this damned weather gone mad with?!"

"..."

The only dwarf emperor without a beard shook his head helplessly and said calmly, "I don't know either. Let's ask the elves when their trade caravan arrives... Does anyone know the specifics?"

It sounded like a dwarf kingdom straight out of a Hong Kong comic book. The dwarf emperor was the most normal one. He scanned all the dwarves and said, "How are the other cities? Shall we go through the tunnels and take a look?"

The dwarves responded with refined and gentle manners:

"How the hell would we know? Your Majesty! We're following your orders! Are we being sent to support other cities?!"

"..."

"well……"

The dwarf emperor rubbed his temples helplessly, then nodded and said, "Then go ahead, everyone... help everyone move the equipment underground."

The dwarves: "We know, Your Majesty! We know your ambition! We know your..."

"..."

Unable to keep up with everyone's pace, the dwarf king nodded... He could only nod, otherwise he would be in real trouble.

He truly regrets being born a dwarf.

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"Hey! Don't sleep! Wake up!"

The cat-like beastman, dressed in thick winter clothes, lay swaying on the ground. The snake-like beastman, already asleep but covered with a thin layer of snow, made no sound.

While using mana to warm the snake beastman's body, the cat-like beastman noticed many sleeping slippery tribal beastmen in the nearby village. She called out to her rescue team companions, "Come over here! There are many people here!"

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