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Chapter 1915 Heart Furnace
The space shifted for a while, and light suddenly appeared in the dark underground space. Marika's eyes narrowed subconsciously, and her vision became hazy.

She clenched her fists suddenly, tensing all her muscles, guarding against sneak attacks that might come from nowhere, ready to counterattack with a defensive strike at any time.

But until her vision recovered and she could see her surroundings clearly, she did not suffer any attack.

Marika looked around. This was a huge building. In the center of the cave was a huge city that looked like a furnace or a heart. All the lighting in the cave came from this furnace building.

The furnace building also extends thick pipes like blood vessels in all directions, through which deep red energy flows, fixing the entire cave so that it will not collapse.

There were densely packed holes on the stone walls surrounding the cave, some of which were exits and some were residences. Among them, a dwarf was peeking at her.

The dwarves' eyes were harmless, and they whispered praises to her flaming hair. Unfortunately, when she looked up, their expressions changed drastically. Although they didn't say anything, the meaning of their expressions was very obvious.

A flower is placed on the cow dung.

Marika didn't care and her eyes fell on the attire of the dwarves. Compared to the rough yet elegant leather armor of the dwarf messenger, most of the dwarves in the cave were much rougher, just ordinary, worn clothes that looked like they were woven from weeds growing between rocks.

Regardless of age or gender, they all held miners' drafts in their hands and carried huge baskets on their backs, which contained various kinds of ores.

"Did you see those dwarves? That's the status of dwarves without forging talent. Even if someone like you returned to the Dwarven Kingdom, you would only be in that position."

"Otherwise, you won't even be qualified to meet him, let alone go to the Iverdi Palace."

The dwarf messenger snorted coldly, as if he wanted to let Marika know how lucky she was now.

Marika withdrew her gaze, glanced at the dwarf messenger coldly, pressed her finger on the communicator, and told Blaze the situation.

There is indeed a clear power structure in the Dwarf Kingdom, and dwarves are responsible for the ambitions of the Dwarf Kingdom, but it is definitely not the case that dwarves at the bottom of the chain are simply treated as slaves and despised.

She was not worried about whether the dwarves at the bottom had the same ideas as the dwarves represented by the dwarf envoy in front of her. The best way to stabilize her own rights was to control the thoughts and cognition of the people she ruled.

The dwarf messenger's contempt for the lower-class dwarves comes from the heart. I'm afraid that in the eyes of the dwarf class represented by the dwarf messenger, these lower-class dwarves cannot even be considered dwarves.

Even if the Dwarf Kingdom became a neutral kingdom that dominated all other kingdoms with its arms business and gained endless wealth, it had nothing to do with these ordinary dwarves.

Under such circumstances, it is natural that the values ​​that one is proud of will not be taught to the lower-class dwarves.

The dwarf messenger repeatedly emphasized in front of her the humbleness of the lower-class dwarves and the dignity of the furnace heart building in front of her called Ivandi Palace. Her luck in coming here was nothing more than a kind of mental brainwashing and behavior control.

It's a pity that the dwarf messenger's approach was rather crude. If she had really grown up in this dwarf kingdom and received education from the lower-class dwarves, she might be excited to tears now, but unfortunately she grew up in the giant kingdom.

If it weren't for the dwarven envoy's loose tongue, revealing information about the place without any attempt at concealment, she would have already started to lose focus, waiting for him to finish speaking before launching into a fight. "Daughter of Frigen, what lies before you is the magnificent Palace of Ivandi, named after Ivandi, the father of the dwarves who forged many world-class weapons during the ancient age of the gods."

The dwarf messenger introduced Marika in an enthusiastic tone. Although Marika was not interested, she listened carefully with the intention of obtaining intelligence.

The dwarf messengers boasted about the world-class equipment forged by the sons of Iverdi. Among them, the [Gungnir] used by Blaze was forged by Iverdi's son Duvalin. There was also an iron hammer that was as famous as [Gungnir] and even had the potential to surpass [Gungnir] when it was born.

These were all useful information, and Marika wrote them down one by one. The dwarf envoy's boasting came to an abrupt end, and his pride turned into anger. The dwarf envoy angrily denounced the rogues of the gods called Aesir, who always cheated the treasures from their dwarf ancestors.

Later, the second generation of One-Eye slaughtered most of the dwarves, cursed the dwarves' wisdom, and continued to hunt them.

This part was known by Marika, and it was the dark history of the dwarves. In the Age of Gods, when the Queen of Gods boasted that no one in the world could break her protection and wanted to hurt Balder, the dwarves made mistletoe out of gold. As a result, Balder not only killed Odin and gained omniscience and omnipotence, but also killed all the skilled dwarves.

"Why did Balder want to kill Odin?" Marika murmured to herself. This was something she could never understand. There was no conflict between Odin and Balder. Odin was even Balder's protector.

The dwarf messenger heard Marika's mumbling and sneered.

"Because Balder feared [the destined death], as long as he was still Balder, the destined death would come no matter what, so he chose to gain more titles to escape it."

"So Balder chose the One-Eye. The One-Eye would also bring about his destined death, but Balder's protection could avoid it. The One-Eye's omniscience could constantly predict the future and peek into fate, allowing him to avoid the only death."

"Isn't that dying god doing the same thing, trying to evade it by using other identities and titles?"

Marika clenched her fists violently. The dwarf messenger's words were the greatest slander against Blaze.

Casually using Blaze's acquisition of power and title to characterize Blaze's consistent purpose, belittling the injuries Blaze suffered and the overwhelming despair he faced in the process.

If the dwarf messenger had not mentioned the destined death that she cared about very much, she would have pressed the dwarf messenger's head into his chest.

"Unfortunately, no matter how many layers of great identities he covers himself with, his destined death will eventually come." The dwarf messenger sneered in a low voice.

"At least he killed Balder and liberated the wisdom of the dwarves, didn't he?" Marika said coldly.

"So what? That was Balder's destined death, but also a gift from fate. He was just lucky." The dwarf messenger snorted and opened his arms enthusiastically towards the Ivandi Palace.

"When our great ancestors, struggling in the darkness and searching for a glimmer of hope, discovered the sleeping chariot, they had already prepared weapons to kill their gods."

"He just got there first."

(End of this chapter)