Updated: 2012-11-04

The rolling hills are of different heights. Some look tall and towering into the sky, while others are only the heights of ordinary two-story houses. But the same is that these hills are filled with red red clay and red rocks, and even a faint layer of smoke and heat is faintly emitted.

The mountain range is obviously rugged and has a high temperature. It is exposed to the sun and lets the hot light spray and roast it. At first glance, the scenery seems to be twisted and wandering back and forth, and it cannot be seen at the end.

In the earthy red setting, a small red ball looks particularly eye-catching. The bright red suppresses all the similar colors around it, like the most conspicuous among the flowers.

Looking closely, this is a high-speed moving figure. Only when she pauses occasionally can she roughly see what she originally looked like, not just a red light and shadow or small dot.

This is a noble lady who cannot tell her age. It is okay to say that she is twenty-five, or forty years old, not too unexpected. In short, her beautiful and elegant face is irrespectable and dare not look at her. She has a natural momentum, and her every move reveals endless confidence and murderous aura, as if a flame is burning in front of her.

She had a very tall figure, and the fiery red dress was a strong and heavy robe, and her hair and pupils were also fiery red. She wore high-top red leather boots and jumped and moved lightly between the sand and stones. She was obviously very fast, but she did not look panting or laborious. She just frowned slightly and thought about something, not afraid of the hot high temperature and sharp rocks.

If an adventurer with a little risky experience is present, he may guess a rough idea of ​​the woman's identity, but he will never be able to guess, or he will not, nor will he be willing to admit who he has seen - yes, it is one of the four sword saints who have practiced martial arts to the holy realm in the past, "Red Geese" sword saint Brunia.

Brionia frowned slightly, and she was wandering around the red rocks without hesitation. This obstacle to ordinary people and adventurers is like purgatory, and it cannot pose any threat to powerful people of her level, but her unhappiness is completely written on her face, and her anger is obvious.

"Damn dwarf!" Brunia Sword Saint cursed fiercely in a low voice. This was the sixth day she was wandering around the Dwarf Mountains without any purpose. After confirming that Roy and her group were the target they were pursuing, she kept staring at these children and never relaxed for a moment.

The "Red Geese" Sword Saint is still a little unbelievable. She actually saw the holy weapon left by the God of Wind - the Bow of the Wind, but it was a fact that she saw with her own eyes and could not be argued with. Later, the strong obsession and pursuit of the Holy Fire of Fire filled her mind and could no longer be easily dispelled.

The dwarves believed in the god of fire. This vast and bumpy mountain range is the birthplace of the legendary God of Fire when he created the dwarves. When the history of human expansion war that lasted for more than a thousand years was coming to an end, as the loser of the war, the dwarves chose the same path as the elves and returned to the last place of survival of their own clan.

Unlike the elves, dwarves were unable to create too many brilliant civilizations and urban relics on the continent thousands of years ago. They just adhered to their diligent will and habits and lived as much as they could. It was this low-key protective color that caused them to suffer much less than the elves.

The number of casualties killed by dwarves in the war was not very serious. Even excluding the number of people who were abducted by humans as coolies and craftsmen, the entire race still had a considerable population surplus. But what was hurt was their hearts - their disappointment and resentment towards the greedy and cruel humans, which allowed their entire race to migrate to the vast mountains blessed by the God of Fire.

Fortunately, the dwarves are skilled craftsmen. They have established a huge and complete urban system in the mountains and even underground, and are able to reproduce in this peaceful corner. The various minerals in the mountains are extremely rich, which just cater to the needs of these natural outstanding craftsmen. Although they can achieve a certain degree of self-sufficiency, they are still willing to trade some necessities of life with humans with the created superior weapons and armor - this is the only thing they have to do with the cunning humans.

The dwarf mountain range lies between the picturesque small business country Elda Alliance and the mercenary empire Fellainto. This awkward position is like a natural road sign and barrier - the south is full of green and soft words, and the north is the rough and simple folk customs and the soil for cultivating mercenaries and herders.

The entire mountain range is very vast and huge, with red sand and stones scattered everywhere. Each mountain is not a volcano, but it emits a hot and high temperature, which is enough to make people restless and even difficult to breathe.

The mercenaries of the Fellainito Empire were unstoppable, which was a fact that had been circulating on the mainland for a long time. However, the fact that the most elite mercenary group a hundred years ago went deeper and explored in the mountains for more than a month and had nothing to do, and almost wiped out all the troops, made others no longer dare to have any injustice about the mountains.

Therefore, the Dwarf Mountains seem to have become a taboo. If you break in without the consent of the dwarves, what you are waiting for is often the tragic fate of death from heat and getting lost and trapped. In addition to walking around, you need to have the permission and company of the Dwarf Guide.

Of course, our great "Red Geese" Sword Saint will not pay attention to this messy set of legends or harsh climate and environment. You should know that Brunia comes from the Delaware Empire in the northeast of the mainland - in that religious country in the desert. In addition to the occasionally cool oasis, it is the endless yellow sand and high temperature roasting.

However, she had exhausted all her strength, but she could not find a real way to the Dwarf Empire - the mountain range was so big, and it seemed that there was exactly the same sand and stones and peaks everywhere, without the slightest breath of life.

Brunya knew this was a special trick: that is, she might be under a mountain she missed, and there were countless dwarfs raising glasses to drink ale, or the hot jingling iron.

She didn't know if this was really the art of self-defense and guarding given to the dwarves by the God of Vulcan, and the situation in the Elf Forest was almost the same - she went to seek revenge on the elf Saint Christina, but was lost in the green jungle, as if it was repeated again.

Brunya didn't like this feeling. As a sword saint who was almost invincible in the world, and a powerful nobleman in the Delaware Empire who would cause shock, she was used to everything in control. In fact, there were not many things that could make her powerless - except for the ones she was pursuing, the favor and power of the God of Vulcan.

"I am the sword saint, what can I do?" Brunya often asked himself with some complacentness. You must know that for thousands of years, there have been more than tens of thousands of warriors who have practiced martial arts and swords. Countless warriors have stood still, racking their brains to improve one or half level of fighting spirit and martial arts skills, and even self-injured their bodies and spirits, but they have never been able to enter.

Although warriors are easy to learn and get started, and even proficient, it is much more difficult to go further to a higher level than a magic profession. This is why there are more than ten magicians on the mainland, but there are only four people who reach the level 16 or above in the scope of warriors.

Originally, with the powerful power of the "Red Geese" Sword Saint, what shouldn't be done with ease? But after the strange fighting skills between young people in the Elda League, everything deviated a little from the established track.

Brunia used a clever tracking technique to erase all vitality and clues, and followed the "Light of Hope" adventure team into the Dwarf Mountains. However, the vulgar old dwarf Barney, who looked unfashioned, had a sloppy beard, had a bit sleepy eyes, and was chatting loudly in the market, suddenly accelerated strangely, and led the teenagers to several twists and turns.

The strangest thing is that the vitality and vitality of these people are completely integrated into the hot and warm air, and there is no way to find the way. The sword saint is helpless and the dwarf habitat that cannot be found is really the God of Fire, protecting this magical fertile land?

"Boom..." "Boom..." A series of dull loud noises awakened Brunya's swordsman from her meditation. She looked thoughtfully into the distance, and in the mirage-like illusions, there were rolling smoke and dust. She calculated that the "Dwarfs's "Drug Festival" might have begun unstoppable.

Suddenly, a thin red light line passed through the dust and mist at a surprising speed, piercing straight out of the distant mountains!

Brunya looked shocked, and she felt an unstoppable ecstasy in her heart. This red line of light was the light of claiming the Vulcan's holy weapon!

She let out a fierce roar, and immediately rushed towards the red line like a sharp arrow of red flames!

But the thin red line seemed to sense her existence. She paused for a moment with a slight hesitation. Under the cover of the barriers and fortresses that could not be seen clearly, it retreated back into the confused dust like lightning!

"Damn!" Brunya's Sword Saint knew that this holy weapon did not want to be forced to recognize her. In her rage, her snow-white slender hands flew around, and violent red fighting spirits surged, smashing the sand and stones on the hill into countless crimson fragments of dust...

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