Chapter 313 Plague Land
The despair of mortals is just food for the devil, and the gods will not care about an individual among the insignificant sentient beings.
He did not place his mind on the gods, nor did he succumb to the darkness. He was a butcher, and dying in battle was his fate.
Hagrid wanted to grit his teeth, but the unbearable pain prevented him from even doing this simple action.
One after another the butchers fell on the way forward, and the hatred surged in the hearts of the dwarves who had witnessed everything, but under the power of the demigods, they turned into humble, powerless mouths.
He wanted to roar, he wanted to rush to the demon and fight it, but he tried his best to make no sound.
There seemed to be something wrong with his throat. The stickiness mixed with the smell of blood blocked his vocal cords.
The feeling of suffocation vaguely emerged in the pain, and then Hagrid realized that he could no longer breathe.
The crisp sound of the ax hitting the stone was like an auditory hallucination, echoing in the dwarf's ears with a distant reverberation.
He could not hold the battle axe, for the plague had so afflicted him that he could not even lift it.
The world also shook and everything became blurry.
Hagrid tried his best to concentrate and tried to grab the battle ax from the shaking ground, but accidentally fell to the ground.
The dwarf squirmed on the ground, trying to make a final struggle.
The devil didn't pay attention to him, because he really didn't deserve the enemy's attention anymore, and he was exhausted.
Even if he was a warrior capable of slaying giants when healthy, even if he got close to a demon and had a chance to banish it with his rune axe, in the final stage of the disease, everything became a fantasy.
Yes, the demon on the sedan chair is the legendary "Plague Recorder" Epidimius, whose name is on the book recording hatred.
In the era of cataclysm, it killed tens of thousands of dwarves and destroyed nearly a hundred glorious city-states.
This blood debt has gained a little more weight. The hatred it has brought to the dwarves is already thicker than the mountains of the Giant's Country. Now there are hundreds of more gravels on the mountains piled up by this hatred.
With stubborn hatred, Hagrid was unwillingly taken away from the world by Gazul.
"I'm going to participate in the Battle of the Mountains! Dumumgi has invaded Dulong City, and every dwarf has the obligation to assist the dwarf city-state."
"Reckless Bear" Kalado figured out where the elf was coming from, and after confirming that he was not a strange being, he stopped being alert and told the reason why he went 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?" Noor repeated the word in confusion.
"They are Dark Nomads, humans who believe in the Chaos Gods." The dwarf burped and explained casually while walking.
Idle time is also idle, it is better to chat and relax on the road.
"A Chaos tribe that threatens the dwarf city is invading you? Which Chaos Lord is it?"
"Obviously, the warlord of the Eslin tribe seems to be suffering from madness, and suddenly leads his soldiers to trample our land.
Who knows what his name is? Maybe his name is Hound, or maybe he is Coward. Humans who believe in evil gods are not normal. "
Kalado teased the intruder nonchalantly, shook the bottle, and took another swig.
"Where is Dulong City?"
A slightly weird elf language came from behind the dwarf, making the two warriors walking side by side tremble suddenly, and the dwarf almost dropped the wine bottle.
Being able to approach them silently means that the visitor has the ability to quietly take their lives.
A wave of heat rushed from behind, thawing the frozen bodies of the two mortals.
Kalado turned around uneasily, raised the battle ax with 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 Kalado saw the figure of the visitor, the dazzling reflection on the opponent's scales almost blinded him.
Even his movement to draw the gun stopped.
When he adapted to the changes in light and roughly outlined the other person's outline from the colorful reflected light, his bad mood also climbed to its peak.
He doesn't recognize this creature, a draconian? Or a lizard man?
What kind of world is this?
"Thoroth?" The elf asked in surprise. The report shared within the organization contained information about "the sudden appearance of lizardmen in Western States."
Almost all members who know enough about this world believe that the cold-blooded species will not stay in Kislev for long and will soon be transported back to Lustria.
Things didn't seem to be what they thought.
"Where is Dulong City?"
Lin Qi suppressed his impatience and repeated the question.
He examined the elf carefully, but could not identify the elf's heels.
Is this elf Asur or Islay?
Lynch's extremely clear memory allowed him to find relevant information. This seemingly knowledgeable elf probably came from Lauren Loren Forest.
Have they understood the ancient holy force field in Lauren Loren Forest?
Lynch does not need to inquire about the situation of Lauren Loren Forest for the time being. He now needs to find out the specific location of Dulong City.
An evil decay rose from the mountains in the northeast. In his vision, Lynch saw the mountains groaning like living creatures.
It seems that there is no need to ask for directions anymore. The dwarves in the Norsca Mountains are most likely to have a big problem.
Lynch swept through the snow like a hurricane, heading towards the mountains further north.
Calado was no longer in the mood to figure out what "Thoros" was. He stared uneasily in the direction of Dulong City and looked at the yellow clouds above the mountains with his eyes widened.
The white-capped snow-capped mountains in the past have disappeared. The white color is like old wall paint, which looks extremely old in the suddenly stagnant cold wind. A sticky yellow color like corpse oil has replaced the pure white.
When the wind dies, so does the mountain.
What about the people living in the mountains?
Don't! Don't be surprised, there are still tens of thousands of dwarves there, and the king is still in Dulong City.
"Grimnir!"
Calado ran hard, no one needed to confirm his guess, the anomaly was so obvious, revealing the bleak reality to all witnesses.
Malicious upheaval is always unexpected, and the most peaceful and peaceful city can turn into scorched earth overnight.
But this is not a fact that Calado can accept. He would rather this is a dream.
Vaguely, the crystal blurred his vision.
"For the Mountain Kingdom!"
Thorgard Colomson roared and resolutely smashed the hammer against the suicide button.
There was also his wife, his heirs, and many of his subjects who could pronounce their names in the city, but he had to do this.
The source of infection must be cut off as soon as it appears, otherwise, the power of the evil god will spread out, sweep across the entire Giant Home Mountain Range, and even spread further, covering everything on the ground.
This was the blood and tears that his ancestors had experienced before, and he could not repeat the same mistakes.
The fire shot up into the sky, and the earth-shattering explosion was delayed for a beat before it slowly reached Lin Qi's ears.
To the northeast, one of the long mountains is missing, and a huge mushroom cloud slowly rises into the sky. Beings with keen senses can easily detect the mourning of the dead in it.
But nothing has changed, the enemy is still in the material world.
What's worse and more difficult to deal with than the physical enemy is that the invisible tiny life has grown exponentially in the power of the God of All Things, quickly filling up all the space.