Chapter 69 Never Come Back Again!

There were a total of 32 dwarves in the village, and 31 of them had joined the melee at this time. They fought like crazy and recklessly, and they didn't even think about why they were fighting.

Warhammer sat on the ground blankly, curled up in the corner in fear, and trembled with fear. He wanted to stop it, but he was the weakest of the dwarves. Warhammer, who was only 15 years old, was at a loss now, and didn't even have the courage to look up at the battle situation.

After a long time, the noisy fighting in the village gradually subsided. Warhammer still didn't dare to go out to check. After waiting for another ten minutes, Warhammer walked out tremblingly.

When he opened the door, what came into view was the purgatory on earth, with broken limbs scattered all over the ground, the ground stained red with blood, the walls, the ground, and the trees were all covered with blood, and there were even pieces of rotten meat hanging on the trees.

The smell of blood and the bloody scene in front of him stimulated Warhammer's nerves. Warhammer's legs softened and he fell to the ground, muttering to himself: "Why! Why! Why do the dwarves have to bear the curse of mad blood disease!! Why am I so weak... Why..."

"Warhammer..." A weak voice sounded, and Warhammer hurriedly got up and crawled in this purgatory on earth to find the faint hope of life.

"Uncle Iron Axe..." Warhammer walked to the low wall not far away, and saw that Iron Axe, who had been cut in half, was breathing faintly, and it seemed that he was almost dead.

Iron Axe raised his eyes slightly, and the blood red and anger in his eyes had long dissipated, leaving only unwillingness and pain: "Warhammer, remember what uncle said... The real strength is not strength, but your original intention! Only with a strong heart can you break the so-called curse... In the eyes of uncle, you are the strong one..."

Iron Axe's words seemed to be confusing, but in fact they were what he thought in his heart. He realized when he was dying that what was the use of having an extremely powerful body? Faced with the erosion of the dark side, the trouble of mad blood disease, and a weak mind, he could only go to destruction in the end. In the entire Danval Ancient Law Realm, only Warhammer could resist this erosion, perhaps because he was born dull, but this dullness is also a powerful talent.

Uncle Iron Axe still died, his eyes were full of unwillingness and regret. He was unwilling to see the entire Danval dwarves fall, and regretted that he was too tyrannical. He had experienced hundreds of battles in his life. When he was young, he thought that having strength was powerful, and having superb fighting skills was powerful. However, it was not until he died that he realized how ridiculous his life was.

Warhammer stared blankly at Uncle Iron Axe, who died with his eyes open. He did not cry or shout, but just stared blankly at everything in front of him. In the blink of an eye, he encountered a major change, which made Warhammer feel extremely unreal.

After a long time, Warhammer thought of his grandmother and turned around to look for her figure among the broken limbs and arms.

Grandma had already passed away, but fortunately her head and body were not separated, and her body was still intact, except that her abdomen was broken by the giant axe, and her spleen, stomach, and intestines were all over the floor.

Warhammer stood there in a daze, and it took a long time for him to collect the body of grandma. It was only then that he saw a line of bloody words next to her body.

"Leave here, go find your father, he is in Hogg..."

The handwriting was intermittent, and he was not able to finish it in the end.

After collecting the body of grandma, Warhammer hugged her in his arms, and just held her silently, without crying, and even without sadness on his face, but at this time his back looked extremely sad.

Above the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, a lonely figure was holding an old woman who had died long ago. The strong wind blew through the silent village, and there were whistling sounds of the wind. The village was terribly quiet at this time.

Gradually, the sky became darker, the sun set, and night fell. The wind whistled and soon the sky was covered with dark clouds. A heavy rain came without warning. Warhammer held the body of grandma and watched the heavy rain wash away the blood. It was not until the second half of the night that Warhammer got up tremblingly and buried all the tribesmen.

At noon the next day, Warhammer buried all the tribesmen and came to grandma's grave.

Warhammer looked at the simple grave, which was just a small mound of earth: "Grandma, I'm leaving... I will go to find my father, but where should I go? You didn't tell me at all... And the story you told me, what did the mysterious thieves who appeared twenty years ago steal? Why did the curse become more serious after those thieves left? Why did all the tribesmen lose their ability to reproduce? Why?"

No one could give Warhammer an answer. There were only more than thirty short graves in front of him.

At this time, Warhammer kept recalling the scene of his grandma telling him about the incident 20 years ago when he was a child...

"Stinky boy, listen to me quietly! You are not honest even when listening to stories!" In the low room, grandma held a feather duster in her hand and looked at Warhammer who was not paying attention fiercely.

As soon as he saw grandma took out the feather duster, Warhammer immediately became honest.

"What grandma said is true. Before you were born, almost five years before you were born, a group of tall knights riding war horses broke into Danval Peak. No one knew who they were. At that time, our Warhammer clan was the most powerful clan in Danval, and your grandpa was the patriarch of our Warhammer clan.

Back then, it was those knights received by your grandpa. Although our dwarves have a bad temper, they are extremely hospitable and love wine and music. Those knights also drank and danced with the tribesmen.

However, I never expected that they were a group of thieves! Hateful thieves!" Grandma became more and more angry as she spoke, waving the feather duster in her hand.

"...On the fifth day they came, they suddenly asked to go to the Terensberg ruins on Danwal Peak... At that time, they said they were going to do archaeological research. We didn't think much about it, so your grandfather took them with him. went.

However, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared on Danwal Peak that night, with lightning and thunder. The knights returned to the village early the next morning. They killed many people, and only four or five people came back alive. Some people asked them what happened, but they Not willing to say anything, he turned around and rode away in a hurry.

That afternoon, your grandpa crawled back with his seriously injured body. Only then did we know that those nasty thieves came to steal something. They stole something from Terence Castle. When your grandpa found out, they cut off your grandpa's legs.

Originally they wanted to kill, but at this moment the heroic spirit of the Dwarf King appeared. He led countless dead dwarf spirits to massacre the group of thieves, but in the end they allowed them to escape.

Your grandfather died not long after the incident. Before that damn guy died, I asked him, what did those thieves steal? Your grandpa was already old and confused by that time, and he just kept saying, 'Thief, thief, put down the crown. ’

The so-called crown refers to the crown of the Dwarf King, but later someone went to Tronsberg to check and found that the crown was not missing. No one knew what the thieves had stolen.

It was only from that year that the tribesmen became more irritable and irritable, and the 'madness' also started from that year. The tribesmen also lost the ability to reproduce, and no new dwarves were born for many years. It's just an accident you little bastard. "

As she spoke, grandma took the feather duster and hit the war hammer, then laughed and cursed: "I can't sit still anymore, that's all! I won't tell you a story anymore, get out of here, I'm getting upset just looking at your old lady! Go to the forging platform to forge! Follow me. Your grandpa just knows how to get into the forging bench and strike iron!"

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After withdrawing his thoughts, Warhammer sighed, silently wiped away the tears that had flowed down his face for some time, turned around and left without looking back, leaving only one sentence.

"I'm leaving! I'll never come back!"