People sit in the southern sky and watch the ages

Chapter 268 Heroes
"Your Majesty, we are willing to fight to the death with the evil dragon, and ask for your glory and protection."

Li Changqing didn't wait long outside the hall, Matos Bronzebeard walked out of the hall with the choice of the Bronzebeard dwarves, half-kneeled in front of Li Changqing, and offered the heavy hammer in his hand.

Li Changqing put his palm on the heavy hammer and said solemnly, "I will bestow you with glory, victory and strength."

A strange connection spread from Li Changqing to the Bronzebeard Dwarf Clan. Matos breathed a sigh of relief. The Crown Prince in front of him accepted the belief of their Bronzebeard Clan, which not only confirmed the identity of the other god again.

If you want to accept the direct belief of this ethnic group, only the demigod who ignites the divine fire can do it. Otherwise, you will be like a hero, relying on your own merits to absorb pan-belief from the long river of history.

"Your Majesty, please bestow an oracle so that we can defeat the dragon and sing the wind."

After sacrificing his faith, Matos said solemnly that he certainly hoped that Li Changqing could make a direct move, but now it seems that this majesty wants to examine whether the Bronzebeard clan can serve him.

Regarding this point, Matos did not have the slightest doubt, because now the Bronzebeard clan is indeed weakened to the extreme.

Not only is the inheritance almost completely cut off, but also the forging technology and fighting skills previously owned are completely cut off, and even the population is only a pitiful 1 people.

For a real god, the current Bronzebeard family is a burden, and it needs to invest a lot of resources to develop.

As for whether the Bronze Beard Clan is worth investing so much resources in, the Evil Dragon Yinfeng is obviously a good test stone.

They failed.

Then it proves that the Bronzebeard family is not worth cultivating. After the bloodline is cut off, the Kingdom of God will become a land without an owner, and the Crown Prince in front of him will directly take over the Kingdom of God of the Bronzebeard dwarves.

As if they succeeded.

Then the suffering experienced by the entire copper beard dwarf will turn into the high fighting spirit of the clan, which will force the copper beard dwarf clan to transform and become the sharpest weapon in the hands of the gods.

Li Changqing pointed to the black carriage he was riding in, "Don't worry, I won't let the Bronzebeards die for nothing. Although I will give you trials, I will also give you help at the same time."

On the huge black carriage, there are two black wine urns. Although Li Changqing is not strong enough now, but with ten years of time and the innate knowledge of the gods, it is still easy to brew a Drunken Dragon Brew.

The highest peak in the Kingdom of God, the black cave is about 20 meters high and [-] meters wide, extending inward like a deep giant mouth.

Matos Bronzebeard led the most elite warriors of the tribe, pulled the wine urn deep into the cave, and felt their arrival. Four groups of bright torches were 'ignited' in the cave, and the snake-like head came out of the cave. Protruding from the depths of the cave, the four groups of torches revealed their original appearance.

Those are two intertwined heads, one is blue and the other is black. It's just a head, like a bedroom, with ferocious dragon horns intertwined backwards, forming something like a crown.

The black dragon head had a playful and sly smile, "Matos, why are you looking for me this time?"

"Don't worry, if your Bronzebeard clan successfully completes the statue for me, I will keep my promise and stop feeding on your clansmen."

As a legendary dragon that can erode the kingdom of God, Yinfeng has long since stopped feeding on dwarves.

The reason why he devours some dwarves from time to time is because of his uncontrollable evil nature on the one hand, and on the other hand because devouring the blood of dwarves can help him quickly master this kingdom of God.

If it weren't for the fact that the blood in these dwarves' bodies was too thin, even if it was swallowed up, it wouldn't be able to help him master the kingdom of God. He would not have used this slow method to build his own statues and absorb the beliefs of the dwarves.

Matos looked a little apprehensive, "Great Yinfeng, I beg you to forgive some time to build the statue."

"what happened?"

The tone of the black head remained unchanged, but the eyes of the blue head were slightly red, as if it were a raging beast.

"Most of my people are sick and they need to rest."

"sick?"

The cyan head looked violently, "Since you are sick, you are worthless."

He stuck out his slender tongue and twirled it between the sharp white teeth. He really hadn't devoured flesh and blood for a long time.

Matos immediately knelt on the ground, opened the big black urn in front of him, and a strange fragrance wafted out.

"Great Yinfeng, they are still useful! We tried to reproduce the wine of the dwarves, dedicated to you, please forgive me this time, they will get better soon, and then build a statue for you, otherwise our manpower will be nothing Not enough to complete the statue."

The peculiar smell of wine wafted into the nostrils of the blue head, and he looked greedy, "Dwarven spirits!"

The dwarves are addicted to alcohol, and similarly, the dwarf spirits are also known to be delicious. This kind of spirits that even the gods will praise is famous in the Nine Realms.

It's a pity that when he was born in this kingdom of God, the copper beard dwarves here could no longer make wine.

The cyan head approached the wine urn and wanted to drink, but was knocked away by the black head, "Idiot!"

The black head withdrew its playful smile and became cold and dangerous, "Where did you get the wine making method?"

Matos's expression changed slightly, but he became more and more respectful, "Great Yinfeng, my bloodline seems to have changed, and I can feel some memories passed down by my ancestors."

After all, in order to prove the transformation of his blood, wisps of lava-like aura gushed out from the pores and gathered into a vague statue of a dwarf god standing behind him.

Although the dwarf statue is still illusory and not enough to pose a threat to himself, the evil dragon Yinfeng felt a sense of fear, and he chuckled, "That's right!"

Then the black head opened its huge mouth with lightning speed, swallowed Matos whole before the surrounding dwarves could react, and knocked over the wine urn.

The strong smell of wine permeates the cave, looking at the painful, ferocious, and desperate expressions of the surrounding dwarves, the cold, tyrannical voice of the dragon chanting the wind, the horrible smell and the smell of wine fill the entire cave, "The sudden good wine, I Not so stupid."

His two heads and a body more than ten meters long emerged from the cave little by little, and the dozen or so dwarf warriors in front of him looked like ants.

Enjoying the twisted and painful power of hatred in the hearts of the dwarves, the evil dragon Yinfeng continued, "Matos thinks he is smart, but in front of me who is like a god, he is like a clown!"

"You guys would be so kind to cast a god statue for me? You just want to forge a second-class divine weapon by casting a god statue for me."

The dwarves were astonished. They only found out about this today, but the evil dragon Yinfeng seemed to have known it for a long time.

The evil dragon Yinfeng continued to enjoy the joy of the winner, and the arrogance of the dragon clan was fully reflected. His eyes were narrowed, but the golden light became more and more brilliant, like a furnace in the setting sun.

"I originally wanted to continue playing with you, but now it seems that you have already forged the inferior artifact, and you are only one step away. If this is the case, you will lose your value."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue head didn't care anymore, it tore up the dwarven warriors and swallowed them easily, "Delicious, delicious!"

There was blood between the white teeth, and the snake-like snake head nimbly and greedily licked every drop of blood into its mouth. The blood mixed with the aroma of the wine seemed to be the best delicacy in the world.

"These dwarves are better than ever!"

The chewing sound of the cyan head whetted the appetite of the black head beside him. He no longer hesitated, and flew out of the cave like a sharp arrow. With the sound of wind and terrifying will, he fell directly into the core of the dwarf palace group. Hovering above the magma lake.

"The dragon is coming!"

Looking at the evil dragon hovering low in the sky, Tam felt a surge of sadness in his heart. If the evil dragon descends, then grandpa and his companions in the family must also be sacrificed.

The sadness in his eyes completely subsided, turning into firmness and determination, "La!"

A 300-meter-high statue of a two-headed dragon is slowly approaching the magma lake under the push of a rolling log. They want to push the prototype of this artifact into the magma lake, and use the will and hatred of the copperbeard dwarves to cast a sword. Dragon Slaying Sword!
"idiot!"

The loud voice of the evil dragon chanting the wind fell, and with the pressure of the wind, they rushed towards the dwarves who were pulling the log. In front of the legendary rank, the number had no meaning at all.

Suddenly, an aura like a city wall erupted from among the dwarves. The Winter Guard in heavy armor held up the knight spear in his hand, and the aura of 30 people gathered into one body and poured into Augustus' body.

"Royal!"

Augustus, who was at the limit of the perfect level, superimposed the power of thirty winter guards. Without the help of the power of faith, his strength broke through the limit. Great Wall.

boom!
There was a thunderous impact sound, the illusory Great Wall shattered, and the huge body of the evil dragon Yinfeng was also knocked into the air under the reaction force, and fell to the ground, kicking up gray-black dust.

how come? !

The cyan and black dragon head swayed slightly, regained control of the body, and his eyes fell on the Winter Guard in front of him.

"Outsiders?"

The evil dragon Yinfeng's cunning voice hovered low, and then he said in surprise, "So, you gave that idiot Matos an idea."

He laughed loudly, "You are as stupid as Matos! You actually want to fight against the great Yinfeng with a group of mortals!"

Just like the existence of heroes and even legends among the group of human beings in front of me, Yinfeng would be a little more afraid, but these people are obviously not, but they use a special method to gather the power of all people together, and temporarily let the leading mortal Breakthrough, barely reaching the hero level.

No wonder they want to get themselves drunk, it's a sign of their lack of strength.

"You have failed!"

"The great evil dragon Yinfeng gives you a chance. The dwarves in the distance, kill this group of outsiders and offer your loyalty to me. I will forgive your sins. This is my only kindness!"

As a cunning dragon, Yinfeng will not keep his promise, as if it is a matter of no cost to make these idiots turn against him just by using words.

But he obviously underestimated the stubbornness and hatred of the dwarves.

"The sacrifices of the elders and clansmen will not be in vain, La!"

Tamm's voice was low, mournful and determined, audible even amidst the dragon's roar.

"Hey!"

"call out!"

The strength of tens of thousands of dwarves gathered together, and the rolling log rolled over, like the sound of thunder from the earth, and the huge dragon statue slowly rolled towards the magma lake.

The black head roared, "Idiots, I will kill you all, crush your bones, and devour your flesh and blood! Do you place your hopes on these idiots in front of you? I want to show you the power of gods."

A distorted spirit and will spewed out from the body of the evil dragon in front of him, blending with the rules of the entire kingdom of God. Black clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder snakes snaked one after another. The terrifying air pressure was like a real piece of lead, falling On each dwarf, let their footsteps be slightly embedded in the earth.

For so many years, by devouring the dwarves' flesh and blood, even if they didn't distort the beliefs of the dwarves, Yinfeng has begun to grasp the power of the kingdom of God. He is confident that even a demigod can't defeat him in this kingdom of God!

The cyan head was also roaring, and he flapped the bone wings behind him like a bat, setting off a hurricane...

But it is wobbly and unable to fly!
The cyan head also shook like bone wings, as if the bones had been taken away, and suddenly fell heavily on the ground, stirring up a circle of dust, and continued to mutter, "The evil dragon singing the wind is... the great... .”

"Yinfeng will become... the king of the gods!"

He is drunk.

The alcohol power spread rapidly, and also spread to the black head, his terrifying will became blurred, it was difficult to communicate with the rules of the kingdom of God, and he couldn't even drive his own power perfectly.

"how come?"

"I obviously didn't touch the jar of wine!"

"How can I be drunk?"

Thoughts arose in the black head, but his thinking became more and more sluggish. He controlled his body and tried his best to pour the intoxication into the blue head and keep the black head awake.

"Those dwarves are delicious, Yinfeng will continue to eat them!"

The blue head was completely drunk, and kept talking nonsense.

A lightning-like idea emerged!
The black head almost lost its composure, and blurted out, "Those dwarves have a problem, they drank a lot of alcohol beforehand! They are idiots! They volunteered to act as bait!"

Dwarves are good at drinking, this is something that everyone in the Nine Realms knows. For dwarves, drinking is as easy as drinking water, so fill their stomachs and blood with wine, and the dwarves can act as usual.

But after these special drunken dragons enter the dragon's body, they will turn into a powerful drug, carrying the power of dreams, and begin to erode the dragon's body.

"They're not idiots."

A cold voice appeared in the dream of the cyan head, turning into a boy in a plain black robe with blue eyes. He looked solemn, "They are heroes, heroes who are willing to sacrifice for the group."

While struggling against the drunkenness, the black head stared at the boy who suddenly appeared in his mind.

"who are you?"

Li Changqing smiled slightly, "Is the fine wine brewed from my blood delicious?"

(End of this chapter)