Chapter 1456: That Warhammer

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"I didn't expect you, as a dwarf, to actually understand the language of the Nightmare."

"Yes, the meaning of this name is indeed called the Demon King."

A proud look appeared on Stokal's face.

The entire Nightmare Clan managed to escape from the abyss, and in the end only Stokal was left behind.

There's nothing wrong with being called the Demon King.

"Then let me see what the strength of your Demon King is like."

The old patriarch took a deep breath, then suddenly raised his right hand.

He also began to recite a series of complicated and obscure incantations.

"Um?"

Stokal looked at the old patriarch in surprise, and just as he was about to start, he felt a slight vibration.

It seems to be coming towards himself.

And the direction from which the vibration came... was outside the forging room.

"Warhammer of the dwarves, the dwarves are in danger now, and I need your help."

"Now, as a dwarf clan, I call you to come!"

The old patriarch raised his right hand suddenly.

A loud noise suddenly came from outside the forging room, smashing the hard walls of the forging room.

Stokal looked back and saw a warhammer engraved with countless complex magic patterns on its surface, flying over from behind him with a whistling momentum.

"Bam—!"

Stokal raised his hand subconsciously to block, and the flying warhammer, with its enormous force, directly knocked him back two steps.

Then he got rid of Stokal's obstruction and came to the hands of the old patriarch.

"This is the ancient warhammer."

Stokar is a strong man who has survived from ancient times to the present, even if he has been sealed under the abyss in the middle.

But he is still very sensitive to the breath of ancient times.

"Yes, this is indeed a warhammer forged in ancient times."

"My ancestors had long expected that such a day would come, so they spent their entire lives to forge this warhammer."

The old patriarch held a war hammer in his hand, and the aura on his body was completely different.

The sudden surge of momentum even shook Stokal's coercion back.

"Those goddamn guys still keep this hand."

Stockar snorted coldly.

But it didn't mean to back down.

If faced with a heroic peak opponent, coupled with a warhammer left over from ancient times, it will make Stokkar back down.

Then he would not have climbed out of the abyss back then.

The old patriarch did not speak, just stared at Stokal quietly.

This warhammer is exactly the one that the dwarves enshrined in the sacrificial hall.

It is the warhammer that the dwarves have inherited since ancient times.

This warhammer has witnessed the glory of the dwarves, and also accompanied the dwarves through such a long time.

Since it was forged, it has been sealed in the sacrificial hall.

And now, it was finally taken out.

A warhammer belonging to the dwarves.

"Come on! Fight!"

The old patriarch shouted loudly, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed again.

This time, the coercion that erupted from the old patriarch was a real powerhouse-level coercion.

"This, how is this possible?!"

"Your realm is obviously only a heroic pinnacle!"

Stockar was taken aback.

Because Stokal couldn't understand at all, why a guy at the peak of the hero level could become a powerhouse level power in an instant.

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