Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 622 It’s your uncle’s!

The middle level of the main city, next to the third adamantine tunnel.

This place is no longer a mining site, but a residential area and commercial street. Most of the dwarven underground cities are like this, transforming the tunnels that have been mined on a large scale into living places, but retaining the names from the previous mining period.

There is a tavern here with a long history and a high reputation among the dwarves. It is said that in ancient times it was the only one that controlled the channels to sell wine from human countries and the elven world, as well as a special wine cellar that supplied to the dwarf king.

"Damn it, my wine! Alcohol that's worth one month's salary!" Singrev shouted in grief and anger, his voice echoing in the broken corridor.

The wealthy adventurer came to the tavern of his dreams and ordered the best wine with his eyes closed. However, before the wine reached his lips, the sky collapsed and the earth broke. By the time he realized what was happening, there was no intact place around him.

He subconsciously used a hammer to support the falling ceiling, saving his own life, but not the cup in his hand. At this time, it had been broken into pieces of pottery, still with a moist fragrance.

Even though Singrev was well-informed, he had never seen such a strong earthquake without any warning, and it happened in the main city of the Confederation, which never had earthquakes. The dwarf looked around, and there were collapsed rubble all over the ground, but it had not completely collapsed into a closed cage. He exerted force, broke through the building debris that was pressing on the hammer head, and climbed to the surface.

Are there any survivors? Singrev looked around, and saw fire everywhere. There seemed to be cries in the distance. He walked with difficulty towards the sound, and after careful identification, he found that the sound came from below him, but it seemed a little far away due to the many obstacles.

Singrev immediately began to dig. At first he subconsciously wanted to swing the hammer, but he quickly reacted and used the hammer handle to pry open the stone slabs and used his hands to pull away the bricks and broken wood.

Finally, a deformed iron door appeared. He held his breath and tried to pull it open with brute force. When a gap was created, the intoxicating aroma of wine gushed out. Smelling this smell, Singrev's legs and arms stopped hurting immediately. He roared and broke the door hinge.

This is the tavern's cellar! The wine barrels are piled up with cracks on the outside, and the wine inside is already up to the waist (based on the dwarf's reference). An old man is drinking and crying in the "swimming pool". I guess he is the tavern owner.

Singrev hurried downstairs, unscrewing his own bottle of wine and filling it with it while swiping towards the boss: "Let's go!"

The boss had given up on himself because he couldn't open the deformed iron door of the wine cellar, but unexpectedly, a kind-hearted person pried the door open to save him. But when he thought of the losses he had suffered, he was once again devastated: "It's over, it's all over, I'm going to die drunk here with the tavern, wine cellar and fine wine passed down by my great grandfather!"

"You wish. I mean don't give up hope. What about your family?"

"Yes, yes, yes. They are in the east, I have to go find them." The boss cheered up and ran to the door of the wine cellar. He was shocked by the scene outside and turned back and said, "My benefactor, please don't drink anymore. Although the wine cellar has been specially reinforced, it can't hold out for much longer. Let's find a safe place."

"Okay." Singrev readily agreed. He also knew the danger and had no intention of staying. The dwarf wiped his mouth and beard, put away all his containers, and left reluctantly. When he stepped on the last step, an aftershock hit, and the entire wine cellar collapsed completely, leaving only the aroma of wine that intoxicated and saddened all the dwarves.

By the time Singrev reached the third-level tunnel, the tavern owner had disappeared in a flash. Now the other dwarves had also recovered, and those who were still able to move began to dig out their trapped compatriots.

At this time, the ceiling of the mine above began to shake, and the last safety line above - the steel beam had been severely deformed. Singrev shouted at everyone to move to an open area.

The so-called open space was next to the big elevator, where there was a square. The inclined crawler system used for mining and the vertical elevator built later became a transportation hub between different heights, and when they reached the edge, everyone was stunned.

Looking down, almost every elevator on each floor had collapsed, with huge holes leading to the ground, and the magma that originally served as the energy source of the city swallowed them all; looking up, the line of sight went straight to the sky, and there were at least four or five floors above them, all of which were gone now. They were lucky, because most of the city had been piled up into a mass, and the residents inside would never have the chance to see this horrifying scene again.

The icy cold air from the sky rushed in with a roar, and a hot current with a sulfur smell rushed up and met in front of them. The resulting mist hit their faces, and the dwarfs' rough skin could feel the sting.

Uneasy noises were heard, the underground magma and the ground people were standing on were active at the same time, and the third earthquake was about to come. This time everyone realized that there was no way out and no room for retreat.

"Oh my god!"

It was Singrev's shout that echoed in the cavernous landslide. The ground beneath his feet suddenly broke apart. The experienced dwarf shouted, but he also used his waist muscles to exert force in the air, turned half his body and swung his sledgehammer, trying to hook it somewhere. However, the weight of the man and the sledgehammer was too great, and the moment they hooked the support point, they collapsed together. So he kept falling.

During the time he was falling, he suddenly remembered that he had had a good drink before he died, and he immediately felt relieved.

Just as he accepted his fate, a silver flash shot out from the upper level of the main city ruins, and before Singrev could react, he found himself like a prey, being caught by a silver white dragon.

"It's you!"

"It's me." The dragon didn't look at the prey in his claws. He responded while soaring into the sky and taking Singrev away from danger.

The dwarf was a little confused: "Aren't you going to look for the Duke of Leaf? Why are you in my hometown?"

".Don't mention it, he's a piece of shit." Bai Long stabilized his posture in the air: "I came back and found that Istani had exploded. I wanted to discuss the North Sea fishing grounds with your boss. I wondered why they were not interested in that sea area now." Long grinned and showed a sarcastic smile: "It seems that they can't take care of it at all."

Singrev finally saw the entire destruction of the main city. His pupils shrank as he saw countless of his compatriots being swallowed by magma in the fusion of ice and fire, or being swept away by the wind and snow, turning into a black dot and disappearing.

"Can you please save them?"

"I am a great dragon, what do the dwarves down there have to do with me? I can't save them! If I hadn't heard your loud voice, you might have died."

"Then put me down, I want to go down." Singrev had experienced decades of adventure, but the first time he felt despair was in his hometown. Not only the main city, but there were many cracks on the snowfield, and other collapsed caves, with billowing smoke. It should be that other cities have also suffered similar disasters.

"There is nothing left down there. Be quiet. I'll take you to a safe and warm place and put you down." The white dragon was about to spread his wings and fly away from this hellhole when he suddenly couldn't move.

"Your kind, those sweet potato eggs are saved, but I'm finished!" These were the last words he said.

One, two, five. The white dragon was surprised to find so many top spellcasters in the sky above the city, and he was facing the chief of the Istani Storm Tower. The other party looked at the white dragon that sprang out of the ground with greedy and curious eyes, while the other mages did not stay and flew directly from the sky to the collapsed dwarf city.

At first, Singrev thought that these great wizards were the murderers who destroyed the main city, but these great wizards quickly put up shields to block the wind and snow, suppressed the surging magma, and one of them summoned several puppets to create a safe area for civilians.

However, the wizard who was confronting the white dragon didn't look like a good person.

"He is my friend! What are you doing?" Singrev swung his hammer at the other person in the air.

The chief of the Storm Tower simply said, "It's interesting that lizards would be friends with dwarves." His appreciation for his prey did not change.

"Rorschach is my friend too!"

Hearing what Singrev said, the chief of Storm Tower finally changed his focus. He looked at Singrev in surprise and said, "Are you serious? This is not a tavern for you to brag. Don't just call out names you heard from somewhere."

"Seriously." It was Rorschach himself who responded.

(End of this chapter)