Belen knew very well that power comes from the hearts of the people, and the prestige he has spent so many years building cannot be completely downed at once.

As long as we can get the support of our ancestors, we will not only be able to regain power, but also make the road ahead smoother.

"Good boy, I heard that you are reforming the class?" the dwarf ancestor asked.

coming……

Belen knew that the class system that the dwarves had maintained for thousands of years was set by this ancestor, but he believed that this kind of ancestor who was able to create unworldly great achievements was definitely not stupid, as long as he stated his pros and cons and made it clear that he is now rotten. The ancestors must be able to weigh the pros and cons and support themselves for the harm of the class system to the dwarves and the new direction he planned.

"Exactly." Belen looked straight, and the strategy that had been brewing in his chest for many years was about to blurt out, and was suddenly interrupted by a loud shout.

"Bold." The dwarf ancestor shouted, and the red gold disc behind his head was shining brightly: "This king has already set the foundation for the dwarves. How can you do it indiscriminately."

The words fell, and in Belen's shocked expression, the dwarf ancestor sat on the huge throne and threw a punch.

Bang~

Belém's heavily armed body was blasted into the air and smashed into the wall of the palace hall like a cannonball.

When the surrounding guards and maids saw this scene, they exclaimed.

The guards of the hall can clearly see that the silver alchemy armor covering the king's body has been sunken and twisted into a ball, and it is firmly embedded on the wall. Under this fist, the talented king Belen has turned into fleshy and returned. The earth is gone.

The king is dead...

The ancestor killed the king...

"Hmph, let the order go on, Belen Eduken refused to accept the ancestral system, ignored the future of the dwarves, and acted arbitrarily. He has been executed by this king, and the rest of the people, if they are like Belen, will be exiled by the whole family." Shen said.

"Yes, yes." How dare the guard next to him hesitate, nodded hurriedly, and immediately went to the Senate to inform.

The king was put to death, and the Senate naturally informed Ozma about such events.

The great elder and the nobles were still discussing how to get Belen to step down, when they suddenly received the news that the king was dead, they couldn't help but froze on the spot.

And before the Senate issued a notice, the dwarves of all classes who had been gathering in the square to make statues of the dwarven ancestors had already heard about the king's death through messages.

Unlike the exhilaration of the aristocratic class, the populace and untouchables have complex expressions, and more secretly weeping.

Belem is dead, no matter who the next king is, it is impossible for Belem to be the same.

In the future, the right to trade is likely to be controlled by the aristocracy again, and the untouchables will always be untouchables, no matter how hard they can stand up.

A dwarf with red eyes and untouchable tattoos on his face suddenly pulled out his dagger, but the next second he was caught by the elderly dwarf next to him.

The old dwarf held back the tears in his eyes and shook his head very slightly.

The dwarf pariah gritted his teeth and, after a long while, finally thrust the dagger back into his waist.

If the opposition and riots occur at this time, it will undoubtedly make the situation worse, and will become the enemy of the ancestors.

No matter from which aspect, you can't do it at this time...

In the next few days, the former dwarf king Belen, including disrespectful ancestors, disrupting trade, and appointing untouchables, deprived the Eduken family of the throne of succession. The first generation of dwarf king Tudor Ozma personally assumed the throne. .

Ten days later, thanks to the efforts of all the dwarves, a huge sculpture with a height of 100 meters stood up on the square of the Senate.

Originally, even with the dwarf sculpture craftsmanship, it would take at least half a year to complete a statue of this size. But in order to thank the ancestors for saving the dwarves, the dwarves of all classes worked overtime and day and night to complete the sculpture. The magnificent colossus.

On the same day that the colossus was completed, the Darkborn attacked Ozma again.

In front of Freden's reinforcements and the gray-robed guardians who came to support, the ancestral king repelled all the dark descendants that would attack by one person, and the dark descended corpses were all over the field, with heavy casualties.

In the process of retreat, the dark descendants destroyed all the sculptures of the saints and ancestors along the way, except for the current king, the saint Tudor Ozma.

Soon, rumors began to spread in Ozma. King Tudor Ozma had already become a god, so he could return from the magma and bless Ozma.

Under the dominion of the dwarf **** Tudor Ozma, the dwarf kingdom will regain its glory and regain the territory that has been lost for thousands of years.

Facing this kind of rumors, the Senate not only failed to stop it, but somehow contributed to it.

Soon, one more object was added to the ancestors and saints worshipped by the dwarves, and that was the **** of the dwarves.

The news of the appearance of the dwarf **** was not only in Ozma, but also spread to the great kingdoms on the surface.

Frost Mountains, Andros Temple.

Pope Saint Justina looked at the report in her hand and looked at the orange-haired woman in front of her with helpless eyes.

"It's really troublesome. The mage's affairs have not been resolved. The dry tide has appeared again. Now there is another dwarf god..." The pope stroked her forehead with his left hand. There are even more people of the same age.

"The dry tide this time has something to do, but this dwarf **** needs to investigate." The orange-haired woman has a beautiful face and a tall figure, and her graceful figure is fully highlighted by a fine chain mail.

"Well, I have worked hard for you these days, Leliana, the dry tide is no small thing, and this dwarf **** cannot be ignored." The pope nodded to the orange-haired woman. This is her most powerful assistant and her intelligence director.

"Yes, ma'am, this is all for the glory of the creator." Leliana's female deer-like eyes exuded a soft brilliance, and she nodded slightly and walked out of the Pope's office.

"How about? Tomorrow is the peace talks meeting. Are everything set up?" A tall woman with short black hair and a long sword scar on her chin walked over and asked Leliana.

"It's all set, but I'm afraid there will be one more discussion content in the next meeting." Leliana sighed.

"Is it determined? Is it really dry?" The black-haired woman's eyes clearly revealed surprise.

"Yes, Cassandra, this is indeed a dry tide." Leliana's expression is much more serious than when she was in the Pope’s office: "You and I know the terrible dry tide, and the whole Tydas must be the next one. The disaster faced by the collective. At this time, I will not let the mage become a hidden danger to the entire continent."

Cassandra smelled blood just by hearing Leliana's tone, she seemed to have seen the sharp blade coming out of her body.

He shook his head, and sure enough, the sun-like smile on weekdays was just an illusion, and now what I saw was the left hand of the pope, who gave the title of Nun Nightingale to his true face.