"Torg Graybeard! Old Chief Torg!" His voice was particularly loud in the empty and silent canyon.
"Let it go! Don't cling to that damned Star Heart in this ice cave any longer! We already know that the Star Heart is the source of disaster, not blessing! We all share the same blood!
"You are the leader of the Graybeard clan! Return to the Silent Stone, return to our true home! Restore the glory of the Graybeard clan! Hand over the things, and you and the rest of your clansmen will be able to find refuge in Black Anvil, in the Silent Stone, and have a future!"
These words were like a stone thrown into water, but they did not stir up any ripples in the dead silence of the forest.
In response to him, he was met with the undisguised scorn and ridicule from the nearby Star-Moon Church explorer, as well as one or two extremely suppressed low sneers from the Dark Church team.
The mocking sound was like an icicle hitting the ground, and it was particularly harsh in the ears of the Black Anvil Dwarf.
At this juncture when three parties are eyeing each other covetously and a bloody battle is about to begin, playing the emotional card?
It's really naive and ridiculous.
However, just when everyone, including the Black Anvil Dwarf who said this, thought it was futile.
Deep in the pine forest, at the center of that terrifying power, a voice came.
Not a word of response.
But the footsteps were heavy, as if every step was stepping on a frozen heart.
The accumulated snow and broken ice crackled with a teeth-grinding sound under the immense pressure.
A tall figure parted the leaden shadows of the pine forest and walked stiffly and steadily to the edge of the cold pine forest, step by step.
It was Torg Greybeard.
But his appearance made everyone who saw him gasp.
He was supposed to be a dwarf, but at this moment he was nearly two meters tall.
The star-blue ice crystals covering his clothes and exposed skin were now spreading, flowing, and solidifying.
It seemed to have life and intertwined into a dark blue ice crystal armor, wrapping most of his body and emitting a pure and biting coldness that far surpassed the surrounding environment.
His gray-bearded and gnarled face was covered with a layer of translucent dark blue ice film. The dark blue blood vessels under his skin had strangely turned into a dazzling ice blue, bulging out like a spider web under the ice film.
The most chilling thing is his eyes.
In Mark's eyes, the gray-blue eyes that were once filled with exhaustion, despair, and a hint of responsibility were now filled with pure emptiness.
It was as if the two mouths were filled with ice frozen for tens of millions of years, without any human emotions.
He stood in a small clearing at the edge of the woods, moving like a rusty, articulated puppet, slowly turning his neck.
Those empty eyes, filled with an inhuman coldness, swept unfocusedly over the three groups of people who were silent and trembling as if they were facing a great enemy.
His gaze did not linger on the flags, armor, or faces of any leaders on either side.
Finally, the icy pupils locked onto the direction of the Black Anvil Dwarf Commander who had just spoken.
There was no angry response, no sneer of disdain, not even a hint of recognition of a fellow tribesman.
There was only a pure, icy gaze, as cold as the ice itself, without a trace of human warmth.
An extremely cold and violently chaotic energy aura originating from the heart of the star corpse surged and spread like an invisible tide with the appearance of Torge.
In an instant, it became difficult for everyone outside the forest to breathe, and they felt a cold silence and restlessness deep in their souls.
"Torg! You betrayed the Soul Forger God! You betrayed the dwarves!?"
Upon seeing Torg's appearance at this moment, the dwarf commander couldn't help but shout angrily.
Of course, he was not angry about Torge's betrayal of the Dwarf God, but he was angry that Torge might have actually used the Star Heart without sharing it with them.
If they were to use it, they would definitely not lose their true self!
Torge's empty eyes locked onto the Black Anvil Dwarf Commander.
Deep within the hollow eyeball, a deeper ice-blue vortex seemed to condense for a moment.
Torg's massive body, composed entirely of moving blue ice, leaned forward slightly, his head tilted at an inhuman angle toward the Black Anvil dwarf.
He spoke, his voice no longer hoarse and tired as before, but a strange echo like the friction of ten thousand years of black ice:
"Betrayal...? It was Black Anvil... who betrayed Deepforge... and Graybeard! No, it was the Dwarven people who betrayed Graybeard and Deepforge! The Dwarven God betrayed me!"
Mark, who was hiding in the shadow of a distant ice crack, felt his heart suddenly shrink.
The Torge in front of him... was completely different from the old patriarch he had seen in the cave before, whose back was bent by despair and responsibility!
The hollow eyes, the inhuman voice coming from his ice-covered vocal cords, his thoughts on the dwarves.
The enormous energy of chaos and death emanating from his body indicated that Torge's own existence had been completely overwhelmed by the will of the Star Heart.
The old dwarf, whose sole concern was for the future of his tribe, seemed to have disappeared.
Just as Torge's voice fell, among the three teams, Monica's eyes had already flashed with the glow of identification.
Although the status of the 'Heart of the Star Remains' fused by Torge seemed to be very high, the flow of magic power around it seemed extremely chaotic.
But after training with Mark and Xiao Mu, she will no longer fail in identification.
When the identification result showed the words [Star Ice Desperate Dwarf Leader].
She didn't even need to look closely at the subsequent results. The cold chaos and complete loss of will that came upon her were the clearest answers.
Moreover, she had seen this kind of mixed magic target more than once, and it was definitely not something that could be easily defeated by relying on numbers.
"Go!" she whispered, her voice short and powerful, with unquestionable determination.
She grabbed Anna's arm and without hesitation, she glided forward.
Taking advantage of the cover of other figures in the crowd, he retreated silently but extremely quickly to the back of the Star-Moon Church team.
The thick silver-gray velvet cloak fluttered on her body like a shadow sliding silently into the deep water.
It was a bit naive for the people of the Star-Moon Church to use a few ordinary professionals to monitor the shadow assassin who was favored by the God of Shadows.
When it comes to reducing their presence, shadow professionals are no worse than anyone else.
At the same time, her eyes, which seemed to be unintentionally turning towards the direction of the Dark Church team, instantly caught Enzo's figure.
Her eyes flickered very covertly, clearly conveying a clear signal of retreat to Enzo.
Retreat! Immediately!
Torge's ice-blue eyes swept coldly over everyone, as if he was counting pieces of meat on a chopping board.
His icy throat once again uttered a chilling, biting sound:
"...Let me see how much strength the great human church outside still has... How dare they attempt to seize... something that cannot be touched..."
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