Chapter 313 Plagueland

The despair of mortals is only food for the devil, and the gods will not care about an individual among the countless creatures.

He did not place his trust in the gods, nor did he succumb to darkness. He was a butcher, and death in battle was his destiny.

Hagri wanted to grit his teeth, but the unbearable pain prevented him from even doing this simple action.

Butchers fell one after another on the way forward. Hatred surged in the hearts of the dwarves who witnessed everything, but under the power of the demigod, it turned into humble and powerless mouths.

He wanted to roar, he wanted to rush to the demon and fight it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound.

There seemed to be something wrong with his throat, and a sticky smell mixed with the smell of blood blocked his vocal cords.

A feeling of suffocation vaguely emerged in the pain, and then Hagri realized that he could no longer breathe.

The crisp sound of the axe hitting the stone seemed like an illusion, echoing in the dwarf's ears with a distant reverberation.

He was unable to hold the battle axe because the plague had tortured him so much that he could not even lift the axe.

The world began to shake and everything became blurry.

Hagri tried his best to concentrate and tried to grab the battle axe from the shaking ground, but he accidentally fell to the ground.

The dwarf squirmed on the ground, trying to make a final struggle.

The devil paid no attention to him, for he really was not worthy of the enemy's attention, for he was already at the end of his rope.

Even though he was a warrior capable of slaying giants when healthy, even though he had a chance to banish the demon with his rune axe if he got close enough, in the final stages of the plague, all that was impossible.

Yes, the demon on the sedan chair is the legendary "plague recorder" Epidemius, whose name is mentioned in the book of hatred.

During the Age of Cataclysm, it killed tens of thousands of dwarves and destroyed nearly a hundred glorious city-states.

This blood debt has gained some weight. The hatred it has brought to the dwarves has long been heavier than the Mountains of the Giants' Homeland. Now there are hundreds of more pieces of rubble on this mountain of hatred.

With stubborn hatred in his heart, Hagri was unwillingly taken away from the world by Gazul.

"I'm going to join the Battle of the Mountains! Dumumgi has invaded Dulong City, and every dwarf has an obligation to aid the dwarven city-state."

"Rampant Bear" Karado found out where the elf came from, and after confirming that he was not a strange being, he was no longer on guard and casually explained the reason why he was heading north along the Cold Wind Mountain Road.

Noel walked in front of the dwarf, exposing his back to the dwarf's sight to show his trust in him.

"Dumumgi?" Noel repeated the word in confusion.

"They are the Dark Nomads, humans who believe in the Chaos Gods." The dwarf explained casually while walking, burping.

Since you are free anyway, you might as well chat and have fun on the road.

"A Chaos tribe strong enough to threaten the Dwarven city is invading you? Which Chaos Lord is it?"

"It's obvious that the warlord of the Eslin tribe has gone mad and suddenly led his soldiers to trample on our land.

Who knows what his name is, maybe his name is Hound, or Coward, people who believe in evil gods are not normal. "

Karado teased the intruder in a nonsensical way, shook the bottle, and took another swig.

"Where is Dulong City?"

A slightly strange Elvish voice came from behind the dwarf, which frightened the two warriors walking side by side and made them shudder suddenly. The dwarf almost dropped his wine jug.

Being able to approach them silently means that the person who comes has the ability to take their lives quietly.

A wave of heat came from behind, thawing the frozen bodies of the two mortals.

Karado turned around nervously, raised the battle axe in his right hand to attract the opponent's attention, and quietly reached for the steam-powered gun hanging at his side with his left hand.

But when Karado saw the figure of the person coming, the dazzling reflection from the opponent's scales almost blinded him.

Even his movement to draw his gun came to a halt.

By the time he got used to the changing light and could roughly outline the other person's silhouette from the colorful reflected halo, the bad mood also rose to its peak.

He didn't recognize this creature. A dragon man? Or a lizard man? What kind of world was this? "Thoros?" the elf asked in surprise. The report shared within the organization contained relevant information about "the appearance of lizard men in the Western States".

Almost all members who know enough about this world believe that the cold-blooded people will not stay in Kislev for long and will soon be teleported back to Lustria.

The situation doesn't seem to be what they thought.

"Where is Dulong City?"

Lynch suppressed his impatience and repeated the question.

He examined the elf carefully, but could not make out its whereabouts.

Is this elf an Asur or an Eslai?

Lynch's extremely clear memory allowed him to find relevant information. This seemingly knowledgeable elf probably came from the Laurentauren Forest.

Have they figured out the ancient holy force field in Laurent Lawrence Forest? Lin Qi didn't need to ask about the situation in Laurent Lawrence Forest for the time being. He needed to find out the specific location of Dulong City.

An evil sense of decay rose from the mountains in the northeast. In his vision, Lynch saw the mountains groaning like living things.

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It seems there is no need to ask for directions anymore, as the dwarves in the Norse Mountains are probably in big trouble.

Lynch swept across the snow like a hurricane, rushing towards the mountains further north.

Karado was no longer in the mood to figure out what "Thorus" was. He widened his eyes and looked anxiously in the direction of Dulong City and the yellow clouds above the mountains.

The white snow-capped mountains of the past are gone. The white color is like old wall paint, appearing extremely old in the sudden stagnant cold wind. The sticky yellow color like corpse oil has replaced the white color.

The wind died, and the mountain died too.

What about the residents of the mountains?

No! Don't let anything happen. There are still tens of thousands of dwarves there, and the king is still in Dulong City.

"Grimnir!"

Karado ran as hard as he could. He didn't need anyone to confirm his guess. The abnormality was so obvious that it revealed the bleak reality to all witnesses.

Malicious upheavals are always unexpected, and the most peaceful and tranquil city may turn into a scorched earth overnight.

But this is not a fact that Karado can accept, he would rather this is a dream.

Faintly, the crystal clearness blurred his vision.

"For the Mountain Kingdom!"

Sogard Kolomson roared and resolutely smashed the hammer on the detonation button.

There were his wife, his children, and many of his subjects whose names he could pronounce in the city, but he had to do it.

The source of infection must be cut off as soon as it appears, otherwise, the power of the evil god will spread, sweeping across the entire Giant Land Mountains, and even spread to farther places, covering everything on the earth.

This was the blood and tears that his ancestors had experienced, and he could not repeat the same mistake.

Flames shot up into the sky, and the earth-shaking explosion was a beat slow to reach Lynch's ears.

To the northeast, one of the long mountains was missing, and a huge mushroom cloud slowly rose into the sky. Those with keen senses could easily detect the grief of the innocent victims.

But it has not changed anything, the enemy is still in the material world.

What's worse and more difficult to deal with than physical enemies is that the invisible tiny lives have been growing exponentially in the divine power of the God of All Things, quickly filling all space.

(End of this chapter)