Diablo Destruction

"What, are you telling the truth?"

When I told the dwarf elder about the red door I saw, he was shocked and clapped his hands violently, pitifully turning a good table into a pile of broken firewood.

"Impossible, this should be impossible!!"

He struggled to put his thick, short hands behind his back and kept pacing in circles, muttering in disbelief.

"Great Elder, what on earth is that?"

Seeing him spinning around made my head spin, and I finally couldn't help but interject and ask.

"Door of hell."

The great elder seemed to just want to think that I was still next to him. He turned around and sat down opposite me, his brows furrowed tightly. Just when he wanted to take a drink of water to relieve his nervousness, he realized that the cup and the table had been thrown away by him.

"Door of hell?"

"Yes, it is the Gate of Hell. Maybe you people in the human area have heard of it less often, but for us dwarves, it is nothing new."

As the great elder spoke, he took out a wine bag. Gululu took a big sip before putting it down with satisfaction and putting it away. The wine-stained nose began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You also know that the Plains of Despair is known as the place closest to hell. Therefore, the space here is often unstable. From time to time, a passage will open to each other. We call it the Gate of Hell. Among them, the City of God's Punishment There is a constant passage to hell, and inside it is the projection of hell formed by the interference of Diavolo's powerful power, and the entrance to your brave trial cave is actually a permanent gate to hell."

As he said that, he couldn't help but make a gesture of taking something out of the inventory, but he froze for a while. He put it away helplessly. It is precisely because the dwarves are addicted to alcohol that they have a rule that they are not allowed to drink during battle. As a great elder, he must set an example. The first sip can be regarded as quenching thirst, and the second sip is a foul.

"Your demon fortress is located in the suburban prairie. We haven't even touched the edge of the Plain of Despair, so naturally we rarely see the Gate of Hell. We are located at the junction of the Plain of Despair and Hell, so we often encounter the Gate of Hell. Door, but, very strange..."

As he spoke, he shook his head in disbelief and continued.

"The Gate of Hell is formed due to the instability of space. It is only temporary and will usually disappear within two or three days at most. We have been harassed by the Gate of Hell that suddenly appeared in the past. The large-scale attack half a year ago , I have also thought about whether the temporary gate to hell has opened. But there are two doubts here. First, even if the gate to hell appears, it is impossible for so many monsters to emerge; secondly, the gate to hell is not there at all. It couldn’t last half a year, so in the end even I was confused.”

"Could it be that the Gate of Hell in that area erupted significantly and continued?" I also frowned.

"No, it's impossible. There will never be too many gates of hell appearing in an area at the same time, and they won't burst out continuously. Otherwise, the order of the entire space will be chaotic." The dwarf elder smiled slightly. rejected my idea.

As a natural blacksmith, even though dwarves seem to have a weak mind and are naturally insulated from magic, in fact, an excellent dwarf master blacksmith has an understanding of magic and magic formations that is not inferior to that of a knowledgeable old mage. Of course, . They are specialized in their profession. Mainly focused on magic smelting and the breadth of magic knowledge. It is absolutely incomparable to a real mage.

Therefore, I will not doubt the authenticity of what the dwarf elder said.

"Now, I only have one idea."

When he said this, the old dwarf's eyes burst into light, making people feel that he was not only an old man with an upright and stubborn temper, but also a wise and shrewd elder of the dwarf race.

"In this large area, more than ten relatively stable gates to hell have been opened, and due to unknown factors, these more than ten gates to hell have not been closed subsequently. Even through some kind of subtle manipulation, these ten gates have been opened. The monsters that escaped from multiple hell gates all gathered at these gathering points, with evil intentions towards our dwarves."

The great elder tapped his fingers and analyzed in a deep and unhurried voice.

"Yes, there is something going on behind the scenes, that's for sure, otherwise these monsters wouldn't be able to get together in peace."

I nodded in agreement. Generally speaking, monsters of different types, or even monsters from different teams of the same type, may fight each other when they meet each other. If there is no mastermind behind the scenes, it is absolutely impossible for them to stay peaceful. Let's talk about it. The monsters attacking the village in Rogge's camp are a good example. Without Belial behind, how could these monsters pose a threat?

"If it is true as we have guessed, we can only hope that these dozen gates to hell are only maintained through some kind of media instead of being permanently solidified. Otherwise..."

Otherwise, monsters will continue to pour out of these hell gates, and the dwarves will have to face endless attacks. The worst result is that all hundreds of dwarf tribes must migrate and find another safe place. Place, let’s not talk about whether these stubborn dwarves will agree to leave their hometown. Just thinking about the migration of hundreds of thousands of dwarves is enough to give people a headache.

"I have to trouble you to investigate this matter again to see if we can still find the second and third gates of hell. As long as the information can be confirmed, everything will be easy to handle." Saying this, the dwarf elder exuded a An overwhelming sense of confidence.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

I nodded slightly. All the speculations just now were based on the first foundation. Naturally, I had to first judge whether the first foundation could be established.

But at this time, two doubts arose in my mind.

Where are the masters of the dwarves? Our alliance has Farah and Kasha guarding the camp, and there must be one in the Elf King City. Logically speaking, the dwarves should have at least one or two masters to hold the battle, but from what I see now, the dwarves have no hidden masters at all. , otherwise we wouldn’t be able to detect the enemy’s intelligence.

I don't think of dwarves as simple at heart. Like the elves, the masters deliberately hide themselves and let the soldiers below have a big training. The elves do this out of sheer helplessness, because their people are peaceful in nature and don't need to fight or polish themselves. They think they can really make a nest. I'm alone in the forest.

Another incidental reason is also to consider the intervention of us humans. If the masters of the elves secretly take action, we adventurers would be useless to support them.

However, this approach of the elves does not apply to the dwarves. The dwarves live in the cruelest plain of despair. They are naturally brave and good at fighting, and their tempers are among the best. When they get angry, they will not care what kind of cat or dog you are. There is no need to learn from the elves.

And another doubtful point, if the dwarves have no masters, then what is the reason for the confident look on the face of the great elder in front of him? It seems that as soon as I find out the situation, they are sure to eliminate the problem immediately, if they have the power. Why not use it for reconnaissance?

The second question involves other people's secrets, so I can't say it, but the first question is not a secret among high-level officials. It’s not too much to ask.

"Great Elder, I would like to take the liberty of asking. Don't you have any masters in your clan staying in the royal city?" Looking closely at the Great Elder's face, I carefully considered my words and asked.

"Did you still notice it? No wonder, it's too obvious." The great elder was stunned, and then showed a helpless smile.

"Elder Wu Fan, I believe you also know something about the temper of our dwarves." After asking this question, he continued without waiting for my answer.

"Many people say that we dwarves are stubborn and have hot tempers. This is true. However, what we dwarves yearn for most is freedom, unfettered freedom, and a place where we can fully improve and display our blacksmith skills."

"I am really impressed by your dwarves' enthusiasm for blacksmiths."

Why did the dwarves choose the most cruel place in the entire Dark Continent? The most inhospitable place to settle? It's because this place is close to hell. Easy to get the furnace fire, that's all. This allowed hundreds of thousands of dwarves to willingly settle in a hell on earth like the Plains of Despair, which shows their enthusiasm.

"It is precisely because of this that we are in the current situation. I believe you also know that the materials in the second and third world are far better than those in the first world. Every dwarf master is an excellent blacksmith. When the first world When the materials are no longer enough to satisfy them and make them improve, what do you think we will do?" The Great Elder's smile became increasingly bitter.

"Oh, so that's it." I sighed softly.

Freedom may seem beautiful, but in fact it is a kind of weak sense of responsibility. Every dwarf wants to yearn for freedom, and every dwarf hopes to improve his blacksmith skills. Therefore, when they face the bottleneck of materials, they will naturally If you choose to leave here, other dwarves who have the same yearning will naturally not stop you, and even regard it as an honor.

But who should protect the glory of his hometown? Thinking of this, I can feel a little bit of the bitter mood of the dwarf elder at this moment. He knows that this weak sense of responsibility caused by the longing for freedom is a huge hidden danger, but in the face of the ancient thinking inherited for countless years , but he was unable to reverse it.

Therefore, the entire dwarf gathering place, including the royal city, was so ridiculous that not even a single master could be found.

In fact, I think there is another factor that will produce this consequence, and that is the unique artifact that the dwarves are proud of - the Dwarf King's City.

The Dwarf King City is undoubtedly one of the best artifacts in the continent and an indestructible fortress. However, it is precisely because of this blind confidence that the dwarf masters left.

They thought, no force in this world can shake the dwarf royal city, so I can go my own way with peace of mind.

Born in sorrow and dying in happiness, everything has two sides. The existence of the dwarf royal city is both lucky and unfortunate for the dwarves. I think so.

Of course, I can't express this idea to the Great Elder, otherwise, even if he can understand what I am saying, he will never allow it emotionally. The height of the Dwarf King's City in their minds is actually no different from that of the Dwarf God. .

Why do people worship God? Because God can protect mankind and provide warmth and sustenance to people’s souls.

The Dwarf King's City can also do this, so it is the god of the dwarves. This idea arises very naturally and without any surprises. Therefore, even if I agree with it rationally, the Great Elder will never allow me to say anything wrong about the Dwarf King's City.

Hey, don't say anything, just continue your free labor career...