Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1597 Mountain Dwarfs

The glaciers of Tianti Mountain are covering the area, and the sky is shrouded in a long silence.

On one hand, there's Grimm, who is completely awestruck by the dimensional power of Grimm's Fairy Tales.

Of course, this so-called dimensional dimension is the dimensional power that Grimm himself believes in. Grimm only represents one of the millions of wizards who explore dimensional power, rather than the exact definition in the wizarding knowledge system.

However, after witnessing the manifestation of the power he was exploring through this incantation, Green fell into a state of clarity. Wisps of wisdom, deep within his soul, transformed into a wellspring of inspiration, flashing by and rushing into Green's thoughts. When Green awoke from his daze again, he felt an indescribable sense of refreshment and clarity.

Although he was terrified of venturing into uncharted territory and unsure of what absurd and terrifying phenomena might unfold in the future, Green also affirmed his own exploration.

This road... has its own future.

On the other hand, there's Andersen, a disciple of Grimm.

Having accompanied his mentor on Mount Tianti for decades, Andersen Seymour not only plundered the wealth of the many divine kingdoms of Mount Tianti, constantly growing in strength and resources, but also gained experience and knowledge from his mentor's earnest teachings. On the other hand, he also faced the devastating experience of the world being destroyed by the Camouflage Ice Rain.

From the perspective of an endless world, the cycle of birth and destruction of worlds is happening every moment. However, the birth and destruction of a world can take millions or tens of millions of years, which is far too long for a single life. Even world rulers and holy wizards seem extremely small and insignificant in the face of such a time span.

It is truly remarkable that Andersen had such a direct opportunity to witness the destruction of the world at this moment.

The rules of the Great Destruction are clear and thorough, and Andersen has been completely immersed in them. This stage is equivalent to the time when Grimm was a Level 4 Stigmata Grand Wizard, waiting for the number of Flame Soul Ten Thousand Bird heads to be enough to form the structure of the Stone of Annihilation.

Every minute, every second was an endless enjoyment for Andersen. Seeing that his third disciple was still immersed in his work, Green didn't want to disturb him and simply waited quietly.

"Besides the newly formed Dawn of the Gods and some ancient sea gods from the depths of the ocean, the only other thing worth worrying about in this world is the escaped Chaos Demon King. However, given the unique rules of this world, the difficulty of escaping is beyond imagination; he can't escape very far anyway..."

As he pondered, Green gradually began to develop his ambitions for conquering this continent in the future, having done everything within his power and reached the limit of his ability.

Time passed, and three months went by. Suddenly, Andersen was awakened from his slumber.

"Mentor, have you been here the whole time?"

"Don't think you're safe here. Remember, you are the enemy of this world. And as a vast world, anything can happen. Before the world-destroying legion arrives, focus on exploring in secret. Don't be careless."

After giving a word of advice, Green paused, then said in a low voice, "The matter of the God of Ten Thousand Bones is over. Aside from the escaped Chaos Demon King, theoretically, there shouldn't be any other specially evolved creatures in this world. However, this is only theoretical. Your senior sister gave me some information, so we can explore it while we're investigating the Chaos Demon King. You should prepare yourself well during this time; you'll be very busy when the World-Destroying Legion arrives."

Upon hearing Green's words, Andersen looked utterly astonished.

"Uh? Mentor, you said the Myriad Bones Underworld God has been dealt with? But..."

Green waved his hand, signaling Andersen not to ask any more questions. In this kind of thing, the more participants, the better. Even Green himself had gradually become uneasy since experiencing this incident, with a faint palpitation appearing at any time, as if there were an unseen pair of eyes looking down on him and mocking his ignorance.

"I used some higher-level methods. This is not something you can access for now. Go."

Green seemed reluctant to say more. After bowing, Andersen glanced at Green with a hint of reluctance. These decades were the most precious memories of his life. Then he turned and left.

call……

A gust of cold wind swept by, and Green mentally planned the directions to each destination.

"Well then, let's see how this Dawn of the Gods works. In just a few decades, it has managed to connect all the races on the continent. The manipulator behind this organization is no simple character."

Without a sound, Green vanished into thin air.

According to the secret message transmitted by Cappuccino, a secret headquarters of the Dawn of the Gods is hidden in the vast area of ​​the hilly canyon ruled by the mountain dwarves at the foot of the mountain of Tianti Mountain!

Due to the limited power of the wizards within the Doomsday Base, and the vastness of the Continent of Gods, no action has been taken against this relatively distant secret headquarters of the Dawn of Gods, leaving it to develop unchecked.

On one side are winding mountains, and on the other side are vast plains. A ravine thousands of meters deep separates the two. Birds, beasts, and monkeys live in the danger, and the river at the bottom of the canyon can be faintly seen, its clear waters adding a touch of beauty. This forms a completely new ecosystem on the continent.

Meanwhile, influenced by Green's Netherworld Collapse Spell, numerous ravines spread out from the center of Tianti Mountain, some of which traversed this magnificent canyon, making the ecosystem here more complex.

Green appeared out of nowhere without a sound, and even the surrounding birds and beasts did not notice him; the cries of monkeys rose and fell.

Green's tricolored eyes gazed at the canyon cliff face, the light in his pupils constantly shifting. The layered textures and structures of the cliff face were clearly visible, only becoming blurred after penetrating about a hundred meters of geological structure. As Green's contraction area expanded, a hidden entrance to a dwarf tunnel appeared in his eyes from the bottom of the steep cliff.

"Found it, hehehehe, it's here."

Beneath the mask of truth, a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth; the robe of appearances activated once more, gradually fading into nothingness.

On the hidden stone gate, besides a few burly dwarves less than a meter tall wearing armor and looking rather bored, what surprised Green was the four statues on either side of the gate. These statues were somewhat similar to the mechanical craftsmanship of mechanical puppets in the wizarding world, all of which used levers and gears extensively for power transmission.

As for the stone gate's function of protecting against intruders, aside from being relatively concealed, it was practically useless to Green.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong...

Once inside this thick mountain wall, the sound waves transmitted through the stone walls could be faintly heard from the mining and hammering sounds of these mountain dwarves.

Like ants under his feet, Grimm could crush these guards at any moment. After experiencing the dimensional power of Grimm's Fairy Tales, in Grimm's eyes at this moment, these dwarves were no longer even life forms that were a mixture of rules, will, and energy, but just wisps of ink-like things.

"Hey, Big Beard, drink less. The clan leader is currently entertaining renowned experts from the nearby Holy Domain. If something happens to you, no one can protect you."

A mountain dwarf carrying an axe saw another mountain dwarf across the way stealing time to drink and shouted a couple of times.

The bearded man wiped the alcohol off his beard, let out a burp, and his cheeks, visible beneath his helmet, turned noticeably red. He grumbled, "Ever since that great being descended upon the divine realm, has the clan leader not received several Saint-level experts every single day? Hmph..."

"Hmph! This time it's different. Haven't you heard? Something happened at Heavenly Ladder Mountain. It's very likely related to the World Destroyer. I'm afraid the continent is going to be in turmoil again."

"If you ask me, we should just do what those small tribes do: lock up the cave, not see anyone, and open it again after a few hundred years."

The bearded dwarf muttered.

(End of this chapter)