Chapter 316 Dwarf Beast Cult

   "Cack! The molten fire is spinning! One hundred thousand horsepower! It's just cold! Watch me beat it back with a hammer!"

   "Let the severe cold see how powerful you are! Brass hammer!"

   "There is always a way!"

   "It's actually beating?!"

   "Dwarves! Stand tall on the ground!"

   "I'm weaker, is it because of lack of spirits?"

   "I! I am the furnace!"

   "..."

  This is a very outrageous scene... How should I put it, the location of the Dwarf Kingdom is further north of the Empire and the Beast Kingdom, just like the Principality... both are in the northernmost part of this continent.

  So, this side is more seriously affected by the cold.

  If it is said that there is a beautiful light snowfall in the Silvermoon Tree Garden, then there is a very terrible snowstorm here. Logically speaking... the dwarves should only be able to hide underground and wait for the snowstorm to pass.

  As for the ones on the ground, the huge furnace and iron felt tool kits that are too late to be moved underground can only be sunk in the blizzard until the snow melts one day.

Is that right? !

   “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

"Oh oh oh oh!!"

   "..."

   A large number of dwarves roared, holding small or large hammers in their hands, beating frantically on places where there was nothing in the air, while another group of dwarves kept moving materials and devices to the ground.

   "Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

"retreat!"

"retreat!!"

"retreat!!"

"retreat!!!"

   No, they were not pounding the air when they roared!

  Visible to the naked eye, the ubiquitous cold wind and snow are actually being repulsed... This is a very uncommon sense thing, after all, snowflakes and cold wind do not have any entities.

   These short, bearded dwarves, both men and women, are constantly fighting against the cold wind... One hammer, two hammers, three hammers, four hammers, five hammers, if it is not enough, continue to accelerate, accelerate, accelerate!

   Until all the disasters are resisted by the companions!

  …

   The struggle against the cold disaster was long. After a long time, the dwarves who were responsible for carrying it pushed the huge furnace underground.

   "It's done! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

   "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!"

  Among the cheers, the outermost dwarf warriors immediately started to cheer for them, and then they were blown to pieces by the storm, and staggered into the underground hole.

  Then, the dwarves who had already prepared for the response immediately pushed and closed the huge half-open iron door against the huge wind and snow... But the huge wind pressure made it impossible for them to close the door easily.

   "Look at me! Molten fire turning! Nine thousand nine hundred horse power! Fuck me!!"

   "Olive you shit! Seal me!!!"

   "..."

   "Boom!"

  Accompanied by the sound of the door closing, the dwarves hurriedly inserted a lot of bolts...the surroundings finally became quiet, and the sound of the huge storm stopped in their ears.

   "I really don't know the so-called big snowstorm!"

A dwarf spat like this, she twirled her beard with a masculine voice, looked at a dwarf who was sitting on the throne and didn't know what she was thinking, and asked, "Emperor! What happened?" What's wrong?!"

   Then, other dwarves immediately followed suit, and they nodded their heads and made doubts: "Spring has already come! It's almost summer! What kind of madness is this dog weather?!"

   "..."

The only dwarf emperor without a beard shook his head helplessly, and said calmly: "I don't know either, let's ask about the situation when the elves' trade team comes later... Does anyone know the details? situation?"

It sounds like a dwarf country with a strong Hong Kong comic style, but the dwarf emperor is the most normal one. He glanced at all the dwarves and said, "How is the situation in other cities? Go along the tunnel and see?" "

   To this, the dwarves also gave a polite and easy-going reply:

   "How the **** do we know? Emperor! We obey your orders! Are we going to support other cities?!"

   "..."

"Ugh…"

  The dwarf emperor rubbed his temples helplessly, then nodded, and said, "Then go, all go... help everyone move all the equipment underground."

  Dwarves: "Know the emperor! We already know your hegemony! We already know you..."

   "..."

  The dwarf king, who couldn't keep up with everyone's rhythm, nodded...he could only nod, otherwise, one head and two big.

   He really regrets being born a dwarf.

  —————

   "Hey! Don't sleep! Wake up!"

   The cat orc in thick winter clothes swayed and lay on the ground, the snake orc who was already asleep, but the snake orc whose body was covered with a thin layer of snow did not make a sound.

In this regard, the Maomao orcs used mana to heat the body temperature of the snake orcs, and at the same time captured many sleeping slippery tribe orcs in the village here, and she called out to the companions of the rescue team: "Come here ! There are many people here!"

  For the orc kingdom, the sudden cold is very deadly. Lizard orcs, crocodile orcs, snake orcs and the like will all fall asleep due to the unbearable drowsiness due to the sudden cold.

  Because it is not necessarily necessary to supplement nutrition before going to bed, it may starve to death during the long sleep.

  So, the orcs of the furry tribe must set up a rescue team, otherwise they will definitely suffer heavy losses... But even so, the furry orcs are actually very afraid of the cold.

   This is not something that can be easily overcome with will.

  So, the search and rescue work will be very slow...

  —————

   "Has it arrived? Destruction of the world is the second."

  Milian Miriam was talking to himself, and the handsome man blinked his eyes, looking at the disorganized stained glass in the cathedral...Under the pale sunlight, the light reflected on the ground was equally chaotic.

However, in the eyes of Pope Miriam, those chaotic patterns are constantly combined... to build a picture scroll that reveals the future. In his eyes, dark blue and pure white are combined to form chapters. .

   "We...where should we go...God...I..."

   Saying this, Milian immediately slapped himself, and his confused eyes immediately became firm again, and he warned himself: "Gods cannot be trusted... Gods no longer exist..."

   Giving a strong hint to himself in this way, Mi Lian took advantage of the fact that the believers who went out to support him in the church had not yet returned, and he healed the red palm marks on his face...he must be firm.

   "The next disaster, please let me see it earlier... so that I can... save everyone... I must..."

  Milian struggled to speak, he tried hard to open his eyes, his pupils were bloodshot, staring at the pattern on the ground, watching those intricate color combinations.

   Hold on, let me again! Look! See!

   "Father, mother, grandfather, ancestors... Please watch me... I want to! Protect human beings!!"

  …

"what!!"

  The bishop who returned heard Pope Miriam's screams. The two bishops who were still whispering exchanged glances at each other, and immediately rushed into the church, and then saw Miriam covering her left eye with her hand.

   "His Royal Highness?! Are you okay?!"

Regarding one of the bishop's anxious questions, Milian didn't say anything. He covered his eyes, blood gushed from between his fingers, but he said with a sense of relief, "Be careful... the third disaster is …ocean…"

   "..."

  After Milian finished speaking, she immediately fell down...

   "Master Pope?!"

   "His Royal Highness?! Come quickly!"

  (end of this chapter)