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Chapter 1859 Cultivation Room

"This is really... all for nothing? Another ruin."

The scene that Greenland was looking forward to was an extremely shocking underground dwarf kingdom behind her wall, preferably one that was so shocking that she could not even imagine it.

It doesn’t matter whether there are dwarves active in it or not; what matters is that the magic of the underground kingdom is shown.

"Godlock" has given her many such surprises and shocks, and she hopes to continue to do so.

Unfortunately, the reality is a bit bleak. No matter how sophisticated the underground dwarf kingdom is, it cannot change the reality that the underground world is prone to collapse due to crustal movements. Even if the dwarves are willing to forge magical props to support it... I'm afraid it won't be enough and cannot cover the entire dwarf kingdom.

There are still ruins in front of us. From some traces, we can see that there were traces of civilization here, but they were all destroyed in the collapse caused by the earthquake.

The most important thing is that there is no light source here except for the faint glow brought by the luminous moss. It is completely dark, so dark that you can't see your hand in front of you.

Although the underground caves and the bright and spacious places filled with colorful lights in other games look fake, the one in front of me is too realistic, similar to the environment of underground horror themes.

The tailor held the torch and looked around; the flame was still swaying slightly.

"There is a very weak wind. This is not a dead end. There is an exit. We are not in the wrong place." The tailor waved the torch looking for the next exit.

Greenland searched the surroundings, or more precisely, she was looking for fragments of the dwarf.

This is quite difficult, as gravel is the most abundant thing underground, and dwarves will turn into complete stone after being petrified. Even if identification is used, only stone statues can be identified.

"If only the forger came, he would be able to find it quickly." Greenland muttered, then suddenly widened his eyes, concentrating all his energy on observation, and his eyes scanned every stone at high speed.

Observation is a basic skill that a professional player must have, and practicing basic skills to the extreme is the basis for becoming a professional player on the list.

"Found it, found it..."

Greenland quickly picked out a stone that looked like rubble from the rubble, and then put them together to form a huge palm.

In addition to this palm, she also found many fragments of different dwarf stone statues. After a rough search, she came to a conclusion.

"This is probably a living area for dwarves, with about a hundred dwarves living here." Greenland tossed a hammer in his hand.

"However, it seems that there is a clear class distinction among the dwarves. Dwarves with higher forging skills have independent residences, while some ordinary ones live in groups."

"I'm afraid it's more than that."

The tailor's voice was heard, and he stopped in the rubble, his expression changing with the torch in his hand.

"President, are the games you play heavy?"

Greenland didn't answer, but walked over directly. After seeing the scene in front of her, she understood why the seamstress asked this question.

In front of me was a complete stone statue of a dwarf, a pregnant dwarf at that. Her belly was so huge that it was almost transparent, and six or seven fetuses were making instinctive struggling gestures.

Because it is a stone statue, it looks like the fetus inside is about to break out of the shell.

“This isn’t just a gathering place, it’s also a breeding ground.” The seamstress moved the torch, burying the wretched dwarf in darkness. “The dwarves are frantically increasing their numbers.”

This is unreasonable. Dwarves belong to an ancient race, and ancient races have extremely long lifespans and extraordinary strength. This kind of race rarely has the desire to reproduce.

Take the elves for example, they have lost the desire to reproduce and are more inclined towards spiritual chaos.

This is the instinct of living things. Unless the population of a species reaches a point where it is difficult to continue, powerful species will not think about reproducing offspring.

Species that are particularly powerful and have a long lifespan have surpassed this stage. Unless they themselves have the idea of ​​reproducing, they will not have the idea of ​​reproducing even if their race is about to become extinct.

Dwarves are an ancient race that can be classified into this category. Even if the race is about to become extinct, according to the racial characteristics of the dwarves, they will not adopt such extreme reproduction methods. The real solution is to forge a treasure to solve the problem.

However, in the past, the wisdom of the dwarves was locked by the second-generation One-Eyed Balder, and they were unable to create such treasures, so they could only use this method to increase the number of races.

But judging from the number of dwarf stone statues they found in the caves they passed by, the situation of the dwarf race should not have reached the point of genocide.

"It seems that the number of dwarves has dropped rapidly due to some unnatural factors. Perhaps the Dwarf Kingdom is conducting some cruel experiment that requires consuming dwarves." The tailor fiddled with the torch and looked for the exit.

"Ha~ Really, now I feel like a defense lawyer looking for proof of innocence for my client, but the more I look, the more conclusive the evidence becomes." Greenland scratched the back of his head and laughed heartlessly.

Although she was laughing, there was a hint of bitterness in her laughter.

She was so experienced that she could guess at least ten horrific scenarios just by looking at the scene in front of her.

Looking at the dire state of the Dwarf Kingdom today, there is no doubt that it was caused by mistakes in the planned terrorist plan.

What was the Dwarven Kingdom doing? It was impossible to speculate, but there was no doubt that the entire Dwarven Kingdom, or at least the individuals with the right to speak in the Dwarven Kingdom, had decided that the entire Dwarven Kingdom must participate.

This open mission is suspected to be related to the dwarf race, and its difficulty and scale are probably far beyond those of the Arcadian people.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we could just resolve this incident without anyone knowing?" The tailor pointed this out, then chastised himself. "But that would be like giving up our numerical advantage."

"Quests involving open races usually require a large number of players to participate. If it's just a few of us, it would probably be hellish difficulty."

"Of course, even with Blaze joining the fight, it won't be much easier."

"That's what I said..."

Greenland rubbed his face, took a deep breath and cheered up again.

"Looks like I'll have to make things tough for you. I've long been accustomed to these unreasonable and harsh conditions. Whenever I feel like things are getting tough, I think back to when I faced six Seraphim and seven Serpents of Sin. Recalling the good times, I realize the difficulty now isn't that great."

"I don't mind." The tailor shrugged.

"Then let's keep moving forward!"

(End of this chapter)