Just like the description in Cang Zhi's poem.

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"What is that place?"

"Erel."

Brayson stared at the dots of firelight in the sky, and the black smoke pillars rising from the sky on the plain. Even though the stars were looming and the sky was getting closer to night, they were still clearly visible.

Airel is the important town of Corcova, the second largest city after the royal capital. The little bits of fire there prove that there is still fighting in Corcova, and the White Lion Army has not yet completely fallen.

The three of them stood on the mountain road, their eyes reflecting a little light, silently watching this scene.

The accompanying knights also remained silent. Although everyone was injured, the sight in front of them had already made them forget their pain.

The kingdom fell into flames, which was their shame.

Everyone gritted their teeth secretly.

"Where is your city?" a somewhat unclear voice asked.

It was an old dwarf, sitting arrogantly on the back of a heavily armored blue sheep, holding a war hammer in his hand, squinting his small eyes, pointing in that direction and muttering.

Brayson turned back and looked at each other strangely - it had been many years since the dwarves were seen moving on the surface. Although there was indeed a little-known trail leading underground beyond the Misty Mountains to the north.

This ancient road runs through high mountains, through deep valleys and ancient forests, through rocks and weathered giants, and finally reaches the entrance of an ancient passage. Many years ago, the alpine dwarves once controlled the entrance to the underground passage.

, guarding the door to the underground world.

They built halls deep in the mountains. These underground halls were intricately connected to each other, forming dwarf cities. When the dwarf kingdom was at its most prosperous, they even built a huge empire for a time.

But with the decline of the Silver clan, the rune dwarves disappeared along with the Silver Plains. The dwarves lost their glory and the empire fell apart, leaving only countless ruins deep in the darkness underground.

During the War of the Saints, the dwarves of the Chongshan clan betrayed the allied forces of humans and elves. Since then, people have rarely seen their presence in the surface world. There are few dwarf adventurers in human society, but in fact they are not

They are residents of the dwarf kingdom, but a minority who grew up in human society.

But these dwarves are obviously different.

The dwarf was sitting on the saddle of his goat. The saddle's back was as high as a hill. Eruin did not have this type of saddle.

What's more, the other party is gorgeously dressed, wearing gold and silver. The necklace on his chest is studded with agates and rubies and sapphires. The thick dwarf armor is so carefully crafted that it looks like a work of art. Although Brayson doesn't know much about precious metals, he can see it at a glance.

It can be seen that the material of this armor is by no means simple.

Manrique was also speechless when he saw it. He turned back to look at the countess behind him. Delphire was holding a long box with a pale face, and told the two of them: "Mithril——"

The origin of this dwarf is obviously not simple.

In response to the other party's question, Brayson nodded silently.

The dwarf stroked the beard on his chest. The large brown and red beard was woven with brass rings, like several forked flames. The rings were also engraved with interlaced patterns, which were the unique family emblems of the dwarf nobles.

, each dwarf clan is different, and their compatriots living on the ground have long forgotten these traditions.

There was obvious disdain on his huge nose: "It's not that big either."

Manrique endured it and did not retort, partly because these dwarves saved their lives, and partly because there were more than 40 well-equipped dwarf heavy cavalry surrounding the old dwarf.

In fact, since the drastic change in Yan Castle that day, they chose to abandon the floating fleet staying in Yan Castle and leave the countland with the holy sword in pieces - this was mainly to avoid the rebels' attack on Yanilasu and Yanilasu.

With the blockade in the direction of Bray, after all, the aerospace ship cannot return to the south without passing through King's Port.

The secondary reason is that the target of the aerospace ship is too large and can easily attract the attention of the Sasardians.

But even so, they continued to run into walls in Yanbao - it was obvious that Baron Dalle had no intention of giving up the Holy Sword Mysol easily. After continuously breaking through the rebel blockade, everyone finally had to change their route and march north.

On the advice of a white lion knight born in Coros, he crossed the foggy mountains to Corcovado.

Although the entire northern border of Eruin is now unstable, as long as you leave Corcova, it will be easy to join the White Lions stationed in Balta. Both Manrique and Bresson believe that since the battle of Ampersel,

, the White Lion Legion re-established by Her Royal Highness the Princess will never betray again.

But this is where the painful breakout journey begins. There are fewer rebels intercepting them, but their enemies have turned into more terrifying monsters this time - first of all, those they have seen in the Earl of Yanbao

The crystal monsters, as well as the terrifying existences called the Neng clan by the rebels, caused them heavy losses every time.

After entering the Wushan Mountains, they sacrificed dozens of White Lion knights along the way before they could reach here. If it weren't for these weird dwarves who suddenly appeared today, I'm afraid all of them would have to answer here.

And Manrique has not forgotten that those terrible monsters are hammered one by one under the hammers of these dwarves, as simple as smashing a watermelon.

"Why are those crystal clusters chasing you?" the dwarf asked again.

Manrique was stunned.

Delphiri and Brasen looked at each other and asked softly: "Are you talking about those monsters?"

"Yes, crystal clusters," the old dwarf glanced at the Countess: "Little girl, you don't understand how scary they are. I have seen with my own eyes the world crystallized by them, and there is no life there."

Delphiri never thought those monsters could be so terrifying. When she recalled the scene in the Earl of Yanbao, her knuckles turned white.

Seeing that her expression was not very good, Brayson took the initiative to stand up and recount the whole incident.

"Is this Eruin?" the old dwarf suddenly asked.

Brayson was stunned and nodded.

"Good luck." The old dwarf nodded, then took a closer look at Delphiri and said, "He said you are the daughter of Earl Yanbao. Your name is Delphiri? Is your ancestor Sola, the knight of the Flame?

Son, you are a sword-keeper family, right?"

He looked at the box that the count's daughter was holding tightly: "This is the Holy Sword Mysol, don't worry, we will help you take it to where it should go."

Delfiri was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened subconsciously, and she even forgot to breathe when she looked at this old dwarf.

There was a chaotic sound of ping-pong-pong, and the human knights drew their swords in a hurry and looked at the dwarves warily. Bresson and Manrique also immediately blocked Delfiri's body.

, Bresson drew his sword, and Manrique took out a blunderbuss from his pocket.

"What do you want to do?" the young captain asked nervously.

But the old dwarf didn't even look at him. He turned around and ordered a dwarf knight behind him: "Blow the trumpet. Have you seen that place?" He pointed in the direction of Korcova, where the fire was shining on the plain.

Qingtian said, "Let's go there. It's called Airel. I asked before -"

The dwarf cavalry nodded and immediately took off the horn from his waist.

But before he held the horn in both hands, Delphiri's voice finally came over: "You...who are you?"

The old dwarf put on his helmet, turned around, and replied to her angrily: "You can call me Kalifin, or the Griffin King... In the name of the Holy Anvil of Arryn, and for the Silver Plains -"

The dwarf heavy cavalry shouted in unison.

Woohoo——

The trumpet sounds.
Chapter completed!