Chapter 660 Ending with the King of the Mountain

Cassius is like this. With his advantage of foresight, he can repeatedly jump between the gods every time, making the gods hate him, but there is nothing they can do about it.

Finally, Dumason lowered his eyes and sighed leisurely.

"well--"

It is rare for a voice to appear from the mouth of this always silent god. The voice is long and low, like the bleak autumn wind, and also like the last elegy of the shield dwarves.

Dumason raised the lava hammer in his hand and pointed at the devastated ground behind him, with lava flowing across it. An earthy yellow light overflowed like a tide, and the power of the earth's authority poured out.

"boom--"

With the dull roar, the rocks flowed like liquid. The huge rock pillars that rose from the ground sank rapidly. The bottomless huge cracks gradually closed, and the crystals, gems, iron, copper, and gold on the rock dwarfs , silver, and mithril are also integrated into the rock formations, flowing into the ground along the veins, and returning to their proper positions.

These treasures buried underground are like the most loyal soldiers, meticulously obeying Dumason's orders.

"This is the authority of the gods, it is really enviable."

Cassius stood on the nearby hill, stopping to admire the spectacular scene of the undulating earth, as if the fierce war that had just occurred had nothing to do with him.

To cause such a large-scale change to the environment, the Red Dragon can only do this within the empire's domain, and the level of detail in its control is not as detailed as Dumasson's.

Immediately afterwards, Dumason touched the earth with his lava hammer and made a gesture. In an instant, accompanied by the cold wind, a sad song roared within hundreds of miles.

The shield dwarves whose corpses littered the fields seemed to have heard the call of the patron saint of shield dwarves. Their corpses all emitted a light yellow light, slowly blending into the ground, sinking into the ground, and turning into nourishment for the earth.

"The Rest of Dumazon."

The dwarves were born from the mountains and slept under the rock formations, which was not a bad ending.

Finally, Dumasong raised his head, took a deep look at the red dragon with his silver fire eyes, sighed again, and then turned into a bright yellow stream of light, shooting straight into the sky.

Dumason left.

In fact, even if this silent defender does not take the initiative to evacuate, he will not be able to stay in the main material plane for much longer, because Gruumsh has united with the demon army of the abyss and is preparing to attack his divine domain.

After weighing many pros and cons, Dumason chose to cease war with Cassius and focus on the war in the outer plane - after all, the shield dwarves in the material plane have not yet died, and the prince has led his subjects to open up a new world. home.

In fact, the battle between Cassius and Dumazon was mainly based on testing. It seemed to be very powerful, but neither side used their trump card.

But the hundred-meter-high rock dwarf still stayed in place. It hugged its knees like a living creature, slowly curled up, turned into a raised hill, and gradually became silent.

Ed's remains were buried deep in the hills, where they finally rested.

The shield dwarves' elegy finally ended, and the thick smoke and fire clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the midday sun penetrated the clouds and fell on the earth.

Under the gaze of countless imperial soldiers with a fervent gaze that could burn through steel, the red dragon flapped its wings and soared into the sky. The huge dragon body was coated with a golden halo by the sunlight.

"Long live Cassius!"

"Long live the great red dragon!"

"Gods! Everyone, even gods must succumb to His Majesty's power and surrender to the great Ember Empire!"

"Praise the great red dragon! He defeated a god to protect us!" People's eyes filled with tears, excitement and gratitude filled their chests and flowed through every blood vessel.

These imperial officers and soldiers did not know that Cassius and Dumason had reached a non-aggression truce agreement.

In their eyes, His Majesty the Emperor beat Dumasson so hard that he surrendered on the spot and had to leave the main material plane.

However, Cassius always welcomes such "well-intentioned rumors". Of course, the Red Dragon, who has the ambition to become a god, is happy to hear rumors that can increase his prestige.

"Hahahaha, that dwarf god is still helping us clean up the battlefield. This is the first time I have seen a god who collects corpses!" An imperial soldier laughed loudly.

"Yes, gods are nothing more than that, far inferior to our Majesty!"

"When will this kindness be repaid?" Someone sang "Caesius's Hymn" again, their voices trembling with extreme excitement, and even added a new line of "Brave and fearless, fighting with the gods".

And in the high sky in the distance, Cassius waved his wings, looked down at the post-war Ivan Deldan with his pale golden pupils, then raised his head and let out a long and earth-shattering roar.

"roar--"

In an instant, the hundreds of bipedal flying dragons all raised their heads, roared, and neighed in unison, in harmony with their masters.

"Ouch——"

Among the dragons, there was the largest flying dragon. Their leader, Smaug, worked the hardest. He screamed so hard that his voice almost became hoarse. Even the rocks nearby were cracked by his loud voice. Small pebbles kept falling.

The stones fell and hit the corner of the street, but the dwarf hiding in the shadow almost screamed in fright.

The dwarf was huddled in the corner, his clothes were ragged, and his exposed skin was filled with black wounds and traces of war.

His name is Jarl Brick, and he is also a battle-hardened dwarf warrior. He just fought with his comrades on the city wall, but was blown away by the Empire's weapons and almost lost his life.

Jarl prides himself on being a brave man on the battlefield. He has never been afraid of death. He resolutely chose to stay in Avenderdan.

But at this moment, he wavered.

The dwarf trembled, his face was pale, and there was despair in his eyes. He kept repeating a thought in his heart: "His Majesty Dumathoin has abandoned us. Our ancestors, He, He has abandoned us"

More terrible than the death of the flesh is the collapse of faith, and now Jarl is experiencing this process.

In the past, he firmly believed that he would go to the kingdom of the dwarven gods after his death and fight side by side with his ancestors.

But at this moment, after witnessing Dumathoin fighting with the terrible red dragon and eventually leaving them, Jarl began to doubt himself in this emotional shock from heaven to hell.

Can he really go to the Kingdom of God?

Will he die in Avendeldan like this, dying for his own destroyed country and wasting his remaining two hundred years of life?

Maybe, maybe.

The great hobgoblin general once said that if he surrendered, he would be treated well.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. The simple moral values ​​passed down from generation to generation by the dwarves and the strong desire to survive at all costs kept colliding in Jarl's heart, making him hesitant.

But when Jarl carefully raised his head and looked at the huge red dragon in the distance, he opened his mouth and was stunned again.

What a huge dragon that was!

Under the sunlight, the Burning Emperor was shrouded in a layer of light golden halo, revealing a majestic and sacred aura. Even the true body of the gods could only be like this.

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

"Complete victory!"

"Praise the great red dragon!"

The cheers of the imperial soldiers resounded through the sky and echoed in the city of Avendeldan, causing the walls to tremble slightly.

I don't know if it was infected by this fanatical atmosphere. Looking at the huge and majestic figure, the culprit who slaughtered countless of his people, Jarl actually had some admiration in his heart.

"It doesn't seem humiliating to be able to submit to such an emperor." The thought of submission came to his mind, and Jarl felt his knees soften.

In the end, amid the roars of the flying dragons and the cheers of the imperial soldiers, the last line of defense in the hearts of the dwarves suddenly collapsed.

He tore off his dirty clothes as a white flag, raised it high, and shouted before being shot into a sieve: "I surrender! I surrender! I am willing to submit to the Empire!"

"Stop shooting!"

"Great, take him to see General Dror!" Under the order of the officer, the imperial soldiers holding rifles swarmed up and took Jarl away.

In this way, the first dwarf who surrendered to the Empire appeared.

With a loud bang, Cassius landed on the top of the dwarf palace, attracting countless imperial officers and soldiers to look up with fanatical eyes.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty Cassius!"

The sound of knees touching the ground rang out one after another, and the imperial soldiers knelt on the ground in groups, reverently kissing the ground covered by the emperor's wings.

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And Dror, Misha, Smaug and other imperial high-ranking officials also came upon hearing the news.

"Greetings, Your Majesty (Master), may the Empire prosper forever."

Drol and Misha hurriedly half-knelt on the ground, with their hands on their hearts, suppressing their excitement in their calm voices.

"Master (Dragon language)."

And Smaug also landed on the top of the palace, with his head down, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground, his whole body almost lying down, and his tail behind him shaking constantly.

Cassius stepped on the bricks and stones with his claws, secretly admiring the solidity of the dwarf's craftsmanship. Then he looked around and said lightly: "You did a good job."

Misha hurriedly said: "Master, if you hadn't come here, we would have been buried in the rocks."

And Delor was full of flattery, taking the opportunity to flatter him: "Yes, Your Majesty, you actually defeated a god this time!

Sure enough, your power is stronger than the gods, your figure is as majestic as a mountain, your wings cover the sky, and make all things tremble"

Cassius waved his claws helplessly: "Enough, I'm not here to listen to your flattery."

Delor smiled and said: "Of course, Your Majesty, you are still so humble, all get up."

This time, Cassius can only be said to have used the general trend to force back an incomplete incarnation of Dumathoin, which is far from being called a victory over a god.

"Master, I, I." Smaug wanted to do the same and flatter his master, but found that he had no chance to speak. He immediately regretted it and scratched the ground with his claws.

"This is not the place to talk, follow me."

Cassius's mind moved, and a flaming portal suddenly appeared in front of him, leading directly to the treasure house near Avendeldan - the Lonely Mountain Treasure House.

Misha, Dror and Smaug hurriedly followed and came to a vast cave. The surroundings were empty, with occasional gold coins and gems scattered.

Misha looked around and frowned, "Master, is this the legendary Lonely Mountain Treasure House? Damn, those dwarves actually emptied this treasure house in advance!"

Cassius said calmly: "You guessed it right, this is the Lonely Mountain Treasure House, and it has indeed been emptied."

Dror gritted his teeth and said: "That is the wealth of the empire! How many tanks can be produced!"

Smaug was furious and spat out Xing Zi: "They are indeed shameless dwarves and greedy dwarves. They should all be killed!"

Completely ignoring that he was the invading party, and that the wealth was the savings of the dwarves' hard work.

Cassius tapped the stone ground with the tips of his claws and said: "Now, your primary goal is to completely occupy Avendeldan, and use it as a stronghold to attack northward and completely cleanse the orc tribe."

Dror nodded quickly, patted his chest and smiled: "Those orcs are just the defeated generals of the dwarves, and the dwarves are our defeated generals. With the army in my hand, I can kill all the orcs in Ugo Grassland." ”

Misha shook her head and advised: "General Delor, it's better not to be blindly confident."

Cassius nodded slightly and told the girl: "Misha, let Drol see the current situation of the orcs, so that he can know why I am so eager to take down Avendeldan."

"Yes, Master."

Misha snapped her fingers, and the surrounding fire element particles gathered together, gradually condensing into a delicate magical image.

And in that image, there are densely packed mushrooms all over the mountains and plains.

Even Dror, who is a hobgoblin, couldn't help but feel his scalp numb when he saw such a scene, and stammered: "This, what on earth is this..."

"Orc spores grow like mushrooms, and their eggs in the ground will give birth to new orcs." Cassius replied.

Misha frowned: "If not controlled, these orcs are enough to cause a catastrophe that will destabilize the entire north."

Dror did not dare to neglect any more, put away his contempt for the orcs in his heart, and knelt down again: "Your Majesty, I will go all out to kill these damn orcs."

Cassius blew out a breath of sulfur-smelling white smoke and blew away the magic image: "Very good, the empire will continue to reinforce 40,000 elite troops and massive arms here, and mobilize 500,000 Starfallen to fully assist you in killing the orcs. ”

Dror lowered his head deeply: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Then, Cassius turned his head and looked at Smaug, showing a half-smile but not a smile: "The dragons have never been able to find a suitable place to stay in North Issel, but from now on, Blackstone Mountain will be your lair. "

Smaug's eyes lit up

In fact, Cassius had already made plans to place hundreds of bipedal dragons traveling south in Blackstone Mountain, making this the second Wyvern Valley.

And Cassius pointed to the rock wall of the cave: "And here, once the dwarves' solitary mountain treasure house, is your future palace.

In the hope that you have meritorious service in this battle, I will give you a resounding title and call you the King Under the Mountain. How about that? "The red dragon looked at the flying dragon with a half-smile.

"Thank you, Master." Smaug's eyes showed surprise, his tail kept wagging, and the rattle at the corner of his mouth was almost there.

At this moment, after experiencing a fierce war with tens of thousands of casualties, Cassius's evil taste was finally fully satisfied. (End of chapter)