The Descendants of Wudang In Another World

The entrance to the lava castle was built on the highest peak of the Alps. The dwarves used their own construction techniques to open from the top of the mountain and dig all the way down the rock veins. After successfully digging through the surface rock and opening the underground lava, they built a dozen. A large pipeline slowly led the molten slurry upwards, and then used its heat to forge weapons and tools, and began to slowly carve the mountain. With the power of the entire race, the entire Alps was hollowed out to build a huge mountain city. Fire Fort, which took 276 years.

When digging in the Alps, the dwarves unearthed all kinds of magic gems, and in the later period they accumulated nearly a thousand tons. At that time, the dwarven king Black Rock. Hammer was very powerful and opposed all opinions and gave all the magic gems to the elves. Although the elves don’t like dwarves, they are a kind and grateful race, so the elven queen sent more than 600 high-level magicians to help the dwarves build the city.

The dwarves combined their own building skills with the auxiliary magic of the elves, allowing them to create a very strong white substance that melts at a high temperature of thousands of degrees and is extremely viscous. Once cooled, it will become hard. abnormal. Heiyan. Iron Hammer named it "White Clay Shield" and ordered mass production of this object. It was used to build an inner wall to enclose the entire mountain city. In order to test the hardness of the inner wall of the molten fort, the dwarf king asked the elves The strongest Magi used the bolide to carry out a carpet bombing of the Alps. Although the snow on the outside was hit with pits and pits, as soon as it attacked the inside, the wall made of white rock shields was lost. The power it deserves can only smash a small hole about half a meter deep, and the entire wall of the molten fort. The thickness is about 150 meters. It is a pity that afterwards the elves were shut down and the two clans never cooperated anymore, and this ‘white mud stone shield’ was never produced.

Except for the narrow ventilation ducts, there is only one place that can enter Molten City. The entrance is the exit. In order to deal with the war, the dwarves deliberately designed the entrance as a long and winding channel. And arranged a large number of hidden cards and arrow bunkers in the middle, and no one could rush through this small aisle. ,

It stands to reason. There should be no stupid people in this world who can't attack Molten City by their own means, but I don't know why, in more than two thousand years, Molten City has suffered six frantic attacks by the demons. Every battle will destroy the entire Alps. The mountains have changed from snowy mountains to **** mountains, even now. If you dig a large hole in the mountain, you may be able to dig out two or three demons' remains.

No one thinks that the demons will be a bunch of idiots. The reason is that this has become a mystery recognized by war scholars.

Zhang Hao reached the entrance of the Molten City at noon, and the Bronze Beard of the Pure Fire led the two dwarves to wait in person at the entrance. Seeing the two men in black coming up, he stepped forward and asked: "But the Phantom and her landlord?"

"I don't like the smell of lava, and I don't like staying in a place completely cut off from nature." Lisier frowned as she looked at the entrance of Molten City: "Master. Just go in with you and Yar. , I am waiting for you outside."

"It's worthy of being the high elves who are closest to nature. In fact, like the elves, I prefer trees, flowers and plants, but there is no way. Who told my people to only like stones. I like it to the point that I almost become stone. , On the top of the mountain, we set up a special place for elves, and Ms. Phantom can go up and have a look.” The flame fire person laughed: “I think there should be suitable for the appetite of the elves, please wait a moment, I Ask a kid to lead the way for you."

"You mean the Ice and Snow Goddess Hall on the top of the mountain? I've been to that place several times. I don't need to lead the way." Lisi'er turned to Zhang Hao and said, "Master, you can go to a duel with that kid at ease, remember. Don't beat him up. This kid has a good reputation among the dwarves. It won't be good for the whole group to trouble you when it comes. And I'm waiting for you on the top, remember to come back and pick me up."

Kid? The fireman shook his head in embarrassment. There is no alternative to this title. The real age of the Phantom is unknown, but he is at least three thousand years old. He is only a thousand years old. It is not impolite to call a kid. It is just that the dignified Phantom calls a young human master in the bottom of his heart, but calls himself this. The authentic old man is a kid, and the fire-savvy person feels panicked.

"Remember, when you get to the top, don't just frighten the children." Zhang Hao said with a smile: "Ordinary people can't stand your magical powers."

Zhang Hao’s tone completely treated the other party as an immature child. Lisi's aggrieved, she forgot about her plan with Ellu for a while, and retorted with shame: "You, you, you, bastard, you want Take care of it." She remembered after she finished speaking, hating her lack of willpower, stomping her foot, and saying indifferently, "Master, if there is nothing wrong, I will go up first." , Hurriedly fled.

Zhang Hao watched Lisi'er escape with a smile, and there was a sense of pride in his heart. The old dwarf looked at the two of them and saw some clues. He stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Zhang Hao's shoulder, but the height of the dwarf was helpless. ...He had to pat Zhang Hao's back awkwardly, squinting a pair of small eyes, and said admiringly: "I didn't expect that you not only let Phantom be a servant, but also took her heart? Boy, don't see Come out that you are so capable. By the way, how does the body taste of high elves differ from ordinary humans? When I was young, I always wanted to pursue a beautiful elven woman to be a wife, but I never succeeded. They look down on my figure."

As soon as the old dwarf said this, everyone around was dumbfounded, especially the two young dwarf warriors next to them. They couldn't believe their eyes. The strongest hero warrior in the clan, the Fire Fighter, was the one in front of them. The awkward old man? Zhang Hao was almost choked out of breath. He and Lisi'er had never made each other, so I knew what it was like.

"Old man, you are ruining the honor of our dwarf race again." From the entrance, an old dwarf wearing a white robe with gold rims slowly walked out. His hair and beards were all white, and he was holding a small pure white hammer in his hand. He smiled and said: "I really don't understand why the dwarves produce strange guys like you. They have the same aesthetic concepts as humans and elves. They actually became rivals to each other in love with Bale. Going to pursue Imor, now I think it’s funny. It's really hard for Marguerite, she has accommodated you for more than six hundred years."

When the two dwarfs turned around, they knelt down on one knee respectfully and said: "Hi, my lord!"

Each race enshrines its own divine residence, and the names of these high-level believers vary from divine residence, like the bishop of the human race. The great priest of the elves and the great priests of the dwarves. There is also the "shaman" of the orc race that is almost extinct.

"Don't turn over these old accounts." The Fire-Fighter gave him a blank look, then turned to Zhang Hao and said: "This old guy doesn't know what a beauty is. He is only interested in the kind of white and fat short women. Let’s ignore him, let’s go in first, I have arranged a place for you, you have to rest for a while. After all, we are going to have a serious fight this afternoon."

"That's the beauty of my dwarf race. Sometimes I don't know if you are a dwarf." The old priest Xiaochang muttered for a while, then walked to the front, staring at him sternly, and asked: "Listen to the pure fire The author said, the Phantom is your servant?"

"That's right." Zhang Hao shrugged and said, "I don't know how she treats my master."

"Hmph, those of us who are older know that the high elf is a very arrogant creature. How could she be willing to be a servant of mankind." The old priest gently tapped his left hand with a small hammer, his eyes getting sharper: "Did you use any despicable means to force her to submit? If you don't want to be an enemy of all the strong people in the mainland, I advise you to obediently let her regain her freedom. The Phantom is the benefactor of the entire continent and the strong one who has been favored by her. countless."

"Go, don't pretend to be your messenger of justice here." The slap fire slapped the old priest and beat him back two or three meters. At the same time he cursed: "You guy is good at everything, just too nosy. The young couple playing the **** games of the master and the maid will hinder you, so don't join in the fun."

"What, a **** game between the master and the maid? That legendary proud phantom? With a human child?" The old priest muttered incredulously, looked at Zhang Hao, and said rather worthlessly for him: "This phantom is too that one. It’s indescribable. The stone is on the top. It’s incredible. A few thousand-year-old old woman. She must be so ugly that she actually harmed a child."

Cough. Zhang Hao interrupted the old priest's self-righteousness, looked around, and made sure that Lisi'er hadn't returned before she whispered: "Old man, although Lisi'er is a bit older, she is very young and beautiful. If you have a chance to meet her , You must praise her for being young and beautiful, like a 17-year-old girl, don’t mention the three words'old woman', otherwise let her hear it, I think even if you hide in the molten fort, she will find a way Pick you out and kill you."

"No, the phantom should be a kind-hearted elf, it shouldn't be so vicious." The old priest looked around with palpitation, as if the phantom would suddenly appear.

"You have not been able to get rid of this nonsense problem until now." The True Firer said nonchalantly: "Because of this problem, how many times have you caused annoyance, and every time I take care of your aftermath. Next time, I don’t care about you, whether it’s alive or dead."

The old priest smiled indifferently, "You are my cousin, who do you not help me, and at my age, there are not many years to mess around. I am not like you. You are the genius of our dwarves. I have a strange vindictiveness that can greatly extend my life. I have a hunch that I will soon enter the arms of God."

As great priests, they knew the time of their death. The pure fireman quietly looked at the old priest, did not speak, and sighed afterwards. The two dwarves stood there for a while, and then covered their faces and wept. The dwarves have a lot of emotions, and the sadness is never held in their hearts. They will express them in a direct way.

After a while, the old priest said to Zhang Hao: "I am very sorry for doubting your Excellency before, and I apologize to you. But now the young dwarves are still very immature. Without outstanding soul figures, they can't afford to defend. The responsibility of the Molten Fortress, the old guys of us are responsible for the safety of the dwarves. Your Excellency, as the owner of the Phantom, I think the strength is definitely a demigod. Add another Phantom. I believe that the two of you can work together to bring the Alps to life. The mountain has been destroyed by half. So I hope to know, Your Excellency, don’t tell me that I’m here to admire the scenery of the Molten Fort."

The two dwarfs next to them were crying quietly, and they looked ashamed. The fire fighter said displeasedly: "Boy, don't just doubt the guests I invited."

"It's okay. It's wrong for me to come here without being invited." Zhang Hao smiled and said, "I came here just to find a very outstanding dwarf. He has something to do with me. I think the two old people should know him. That's right." Zhang Hao explained the ink painting to the two in detail once.

The two old dwarves looked at each other with weird faces for a while, and the old priest said in surprise: "Cousin, your casual graffiti works are actually appreciated by others, and there is another admirer. The stone is on top, it's incredible. Now, you have worked hard for more than five hundred years and finally paid off."

"Old man, are you the author of those ink paintings?" Zhang Hao rushed up and grabbed the shoulders of the flames, and said loudly in Chinese: "If there are people from the Central Plains who occasionally get this painting~www.wuxiaspot.com~please come to Karode City. Syria, did you write it by the old man."

The fireman was stunned, and the whole person was in a state of dementia. Zhang Hao became anxious and shook the dwarf vigorously and shouted, "Hey, old man, did you write it? Speak quickly."

After being shaken vigorously a few times, the True Fireman finally woke up. He pushed Zhang Hao away, took two steps back, bent over, and said excitedly: "The old man is the 137th generation of Kunlun school. , Chen Xiansong, the style of writing is rising, martial arts people call the jade-faced little dragon, dare to ask the little brother's name."

"The 92nd generation disciple of Wudang Sect, Zhang Hao, born in Zilu, no name, no nickname." Zhang Hao also made a move excitedly. The Wudang School is a rising star, and its history is not as long as the Kuncang School, so Zhang Hao's algebra is much lower than that of Chen Xiansong.

"The little jade-faced dragon of Kuncang School, I seem to have heard of it there." Zhang Hao thought for a while, and suddenly exclaimed: "I remember, the little jade-faced dragon, you are the one who died in the bridal candle night. That little jade-faced dragon on the belly of a beautiful bride?"

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