The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 817 - 499: Dwarves

Bestar Continent.

From the world map, this continent is located in the southeastern region.

On the continent, the main active races are Beastmen, and a thousand years ago, after the collapse of the Dwarf Empire, many Dwarves migrated here.

Elves and Half-Elves are also active in this region.

This continent still has many areas that belong to the Elves, which still tell of their position as the world hegemon.

In a certain place on the continent, there is a fortress built halfway up the mountain.

Snow Peak Castle, that is the name of this fortress.

Built on the mountainside, its architectural clusters are almost a city carved out of the mountains.

Such an architectural style is undoubtedly that of the Dwarves.

In the throne hall.

The important Dwarves of this fortress are gathered here.

Sitting on the throne is a Dwarf Castle Lord, he is the master of this castle, and also the Clan Leader of this clan.

On this continent, at this time, the number of Dwarves living and developing as clans is not many.

Interestingly, Sergio is also standing in the throne hall, along with some Night Watchers.

However, the Night Watchers here are mostly Dwarves and Half-Elves, with a few Humans.

At the center of the hall, a tall and muscular Barbarian clad in beast-skin clothing is chained, pressed and kneeling on the ground.

He has many non-human features, including bone spurs and an unsightly purulent face, as well as a completely non-human looking arm.

An almost unmistakable aura of Evil God's Magic Power, or rather Chaos Magic Power, emanates from him.

This is an Evil God Follower.

"Akkar, are you migrating? Why?"

The Dwarf Castle Lord sitting on the throne—Lituwa. Asked in a heavy voice.

"Dwarf, sit there on your damned iron throne waiting for death's descent, my master will come through the wind and snow to bring you disaster!"

Clearly, he has no intention of answering any questions from the Dwarf Castle Lord.

"Evil God's lackey, even if you say nothing, we know very well that you are gathering at Glacier Harbor.

Building ships along the coast, where is your target? Abandoning your own homeland to obey the Evil God's will, going where? You think we wouldn't know?"

Beside Sergio is the long-unseen first batch of Night Watchers who came to this continent a long time ago.

The Iron Staff Sage of the Gray Mountain Dwarves—Lurik.

Looking at the speaking Dwarf, the Barbarian's tone no longer carries disdain.

Instead, he said in a voice filled with hatred: "Iron Staff Sage, you destroyed my tribe, and now you dare to utter your damned voice in front of me!"

He then struggled fiercely, and the chains binding him clanged.

As one of the first Night Watchers to arrive on this continent, Lurik is undoubtedly the most disliked and most familiar Night Watcher by all the Evil God's Apostles on this continent.

On this continent, almost all Evil God's Apostles are gathered on the Northern Icefields.

The various Barbarian tribes living in cold regions have almost entirely turned to the Evil God, becoming the main force under the Evil God's command.

Including the Icefields and various evil races and wilderness monsters covered by it, one could say that the main forces of the Evil God are gathered here.

From the very beginning, when the Night Watchers were first formed, the Evil God had already cast a small part of its attention here.

Until the Night Watchers thwarted the Blood Race's rise, the Evil Gods then shifted all their attention without hesitation to other places.

Many Dwarves, Beastmen, Half-Elves, and even Elven Evil God Followers left civilized areas for the Icefields.

When Lurik came to this continent,

most of the forces here were already severely harassed by these Barbarians, and it continued to escalate.

If not for Lurik and the Night Watchers helping various forces establish an internal Evil God Followers inspection system, it would have been even more chaotic.

Faced with these Barbarian words, Lurik was almost expressionless, even treating them as wind passing by his ears.

Who knows which tribe's Clan Leader he is? Lurik and the Night Watchers have wiped out dozens of these Evil God Follower tribes; there's no way he knows them all.

Speaking to himself: "On a distant other continent, the invaders you worship have once again suffered heavy damage.

But they still have opportunities, so you follow your evil gods' oracles to unknown continents to die on unknown lands."

The Barbarian said no more.

His silence almost confirmed that Lurik guessed correctly, such things were indeed happening on the Northern Icefields.

A large number of warships were being built, and these Warriors sailed across dangerous seas to unknown places.

"You think that worshiping the Evil God could bring better lives to your tribes, but now your master wants you to die, to die for some rats, beings you almost consider not worthy of existing."

Having fought with them for so long, Lurik clearly understood these Barbarians' worldview, using what disgusted them most to agitate them.

"The master has shown us the road ahead, and we will establish a new homeland there, a warm and comfortable home."

"Ha ha."

Lurik no longer bothered to waste words on this Barbarian; his demeanor had already confirmed his suspicions.

He removed his War Axe from his waist and walked to the center.

He stood beside the Barbarian and looked at the master of this realm on the throne.

After receiving a nod of approval, he raised his axe, hand up, blade down.

The body turned to flying ash after death.

"Every time I witness the death of these beings, it reaffirms to me the will of Mother Earth."

Lituwa, on the throne, sighed and said.

Only then, upon closer look, did one notice the elderly face of the Dwarf named Lituwa.

His beard is pure white and long, extending all the way to his ankles.

It's a symbol of his wisdom and authority, although, during regular activities or combat, it needs to be braided properly.

But it also proves the longevity of this Dwarf's age.

A legendary figure.

"Sergio, future Dwarf King, now express your thoughts and demands under our witness."

He said so.

Gathered here are not only the Dwarves of their tribe but also those from surrounding and even more distant areas.

And Dwarf Merchants who happen to be here for procurement.

He has such a qualification; he was once a member of the Dwarf Kingdom, though back then he was merely an ordinary Warrior.

Among Dwarves, age is undoubtedly a very important indicator.

These white-bearded elders are the most precious asset of the Dwarves.

Sergio nodded.

He walked to the center, stepping on the ashes.

"Some compatriots have already forgotten the glory and no longer clearly know the brilliance of our ancestors.

On that continent, in our north, across the Ice Ocean, the Dwarf homeland lies there."

With that, he drew his Treasure Sword.

The glory of the Golden Blood in the past.

"And I aspire to this, I need like-minded people, pioneers, and hot-blooded short-bearded ones to return there with me.

To restore our forefathers' glory, to rebuild the Dwarves' splendor, to once again return home."

Thus, Sergio, as a member of the Night Watchers, with the identity of Golden Blood, and the shared glory chosen by ancestors, issued a call to the Dwarves of this continent.