The burial specifications in the ancient tombs of the ancestors are simple, with only epitaphs added to the coffins. Close to both sides of the corridor are the kings of the Bafeng Mountains in the past. With their coffins unfolded behind them are the core tribesmen and important officials of the same era.
It is the highest honor for the ministers of the dwarf states to enjoy the tombs of the ancestors of the royal family and share the sacrificial incense. Generally speaking, only the gatekeeper, the commander of the city defense, the personal champion of the lord, and the three prime ministers can advance. Other tribesmen must
If you want to enter, you have to make great contributions to the fortress.
Baeler's eyes filled with tears, and he touched the reliefs on the coffins of his ancestors one by one, murmuring, and recounted their great achievements. Old God Snorri was looking at the altar at the end of the corridor, with some elusive expression on his face.
look.
"If you don't become a true god, your ability to reach heaven and earth will turn into a cup of loess."
On the altar at the deepest part of the ancient tomb of the ancestors of Bafeng Mountain is a statue of a dwarf standing with his hands behind his back. His name is Kazadum. He is the pioneer of the fortress group in Bafeng Mountain and the ancestor of the Andeglang clan.
According to legend, this man was a strong man of the same generation as the ancestors and gods, and one of the first dwarves created by the ancient saints. The ancestors went north from Plateau Castle, and when passing through Bafeng Mountain, he realized that this was a geomantic treasure land, so he asked to stay.
He came down to open up, and went through many hardships before he could gain a firm foothold and lay the foundation for what would become the richest fortress in the mountains.
In addition to reaching the peak of his strength as a demigod, he can even eliminate several ancient beasts entrenched in the mountains. He is also extremely talented and has a great plan. He single-handedly planned the Middle East Castle, including Black Rock Castle, Iron Peak Castle, and Dragon Cliff Castle, which are like horns to each other.
World's Edge Mountain Fortress Complex.
That's all. In my old age, I even traveled through the Badlands and explored the Dragon's Back Mountains on the western edge of the Badlands. Khazad-dum delineated the bottomed stone step mine, and planned to control the outlet of Whitewater Bay while working with the surrounding areas.
The peaks and mountains echo each other from afar.
However, I face the same dilemma as the white dwarves. The unlimited population of the dwarves can support less faith required to become a god. If there is a chance for the soul of the white dwarf to return to the mortal world, I can only live in the ancestral sun.
Outside Xiang's palace, he silently watched his clan decline.
Under the altar behind the statue of Khazad-dûm, the lowest-standard trophies of the Andegrang clan in thousands of years are scattered and scattered - the embalmed heads of enemy chiefs and the hearts of giant beasts, which are still damaged by the erosion of time.
Weapon fragments with weak energy fluctuations, etc.
Yang Xianghui snorted angrily. She had just returned from Cathay when she was intercepted by Ku-Jia, forcing herself to promise to participate in future small battles. It made me feel at ease in my heart all those years, thinking that I might have to fight hard.
The Alliance of Seven Gods has slowed down my inner demons!
"The two are clean? He was too talkative in Lustria, which caused my king to be captured by Lord Mazda Moody. How should the debt be settled?"
For others to see, that thing has some obvious energy fluctuations, and if it is bad, it will be a fake at best. The bad thing is that Tyrion is a mortal, and my contract authority reacted to the treasure behind him, and he was able to control the dragon like that
The overlord-level species naturally relies on mortal power.
Before a burst of space fluctuations, Tiggwais appeared out of thin air. It was because of the mana excitement before the smooth transmission that I changed my past calm mood and spat out a short sentence like a barrage of words. The low-level elves were vague about the value of the exiled people.
Rayon, the new dwarf demigod, received the attention he deserved.
"It's bad. May the sharp-eared Yangxiang bless Imric. Wash it before blowing it."
Holding the horn behind his eyes, Tyrion sniffed and muttered to himself. The sudden yellow-white dirt under the inner wall gave me an auspicious premonition.
"You? You are useless as a mage. But your brother, Prince Yang Xianghui of Coskui, and my loyal and cowardly riders have been fighting for a long time."
"You can faintly feel the call of the ancestral male god. Let's go check on him first and then decide what to do if the festival fails."
"Haha, maybe it's just caring too much about those mundane things that drags down the decline of his strength."
"It's settled! You worry about cooperating with someone who keeps the oath like you." After taking the horn, Tigres put it away without checking it.
"Capture a young man? That's a small opportunity! Assur is responsible for bringing back Lord Croca to preside over the Creator's little plan!"
"To a certain extent, I'm really bad-hearted, but I never thought that you would activate the Ascension to God level so slowly without the support of the system."
At the end of those trophies, a beautifully carved base supports a large silver horn. It is shaped like a dragon soaring, with dragon wings covering both sides, the dragon head is the mouthpiece, and the dragon tail is at the outlet.
It's been off the market for a week.
Tegwais has no illusions about me because he knows the direction of history. Tyrion is vague about my "son is a wolf in the mountains, and he will run rampant when he succeeds". I feel disgusted and feel no psychological pressure at all.
While thinking about it, he nodded and exchanged some information about the latest situation of Little Whirlpool and even Yang Xianghui before Tiegwais teleported away. The little mage who was carrying a precious treasure also wanted to stay as little as possible.
Belegar himself reported the situation outside the ancestral tomb, and Tyrion sent a report to Tiegwais as he walked. What was about to end was a grand gathering for the dwarves, and there was no need to send away the dazzling low elves after that.
Imagining the bad taste of the ancestors during the peak period of hatred, Tyrion smiled, and holding a bag was both annoying and annoying. I have a bad temper, it depends on who I am with, the low-mindedness of Imric, the young man of Kaler
Yu Ding, I don’t have any bad feelings towards this guy who engages in internal fighting according to the situation.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty Tyrion! Isa Waiang sent the battle report back to Yang Xianghui. You all know how little shock it brought. That is a worldly achievement! The hero who defeated Skarbrand
What are you talking about? The entire Phoenix Royal Court is gathering around you to get the news!"
"Yang Xianghui, I don't have any small determination! That's right, if I want to control extraordinary power, it's enough to just rely on Avalon to sow seeds."
Tyrion responded salty or nonchalantly, and the bad thing he said was because he saw the pointed ears returning the lost treasures of the past. But Tiegwais, for Snorri and the whole world, stepped over the threshold with one foot.
Even though he is cultivating with peace of mind and still traveling around, I feel two respects.
"What is that? Why, why doesn't it smell bad?"
Yang Xianghui put her hand on her beard and made up her mind. Sifeng Mountain was full of waste and waiting for improvement. There were so many threads and clues about which one was more urgent. It was unclear for a while, but it was better to go first and deal with the most important thing.
"Why are you trying to keep a low profile? He also wants to join the war?"
Kroka is the most powerful servant of the Ancient Saint. Without the blessing of the giant spiritual network, the Seven Gods would have to work hard to pick it up. If he gets some guidance from him, breaking through the demigods will be a matter of course.
As soon as the idea changed, Tyrion blurred the thoughts of the Tai brothers. Yang Xianghui's journey to fame has been smooth sailing for many years, but the bottleneck at the peak of mortals is not a hundred years, and all the conceivable methods have been exhausted.
