At some point, Yi Chun, who transformed into a human form, said this.
"That's a perfectly normal thing."
Grisar said in a low voice.
Then, He took Yi Chun toward the outer area of the City of God's Throne.
Under their feet, the space is undergoing folds that are incomprehensible to mortal beings.
Even though the physical distance seems far away, the interaction is completed in an instant.
A planet with a faint red light appeared in the field of vision of Grisar and Yi Chun.
"war?"
Yi Chun glanced at the scarlet light emanating from outside the planet.
It was a scene that was only possible due to the killing of a large number of mortal beings and the fervent souls.
"That's exactly why I took them away..."
"They should not have had to bear such a fate. I was the one who brought them into this war..."
Grissar pondered for a while, and then said slowly.
Yi Chun continued to observe.
The material body cannot hinder Yi Chun's vision.
His vertical pupils, shining with deep divine light, quickly captured the group of followers of Grissar.
As expected by Yi Chun, they were a group of dwarves...
Relatively speaking, humans are not as stubborn as Grisal described.
At least, that's the case in most cases.
But in their timeline, they were panting and moving.
Perhaps in the beginning, Grisal's followers were young laborers.
But with the accumulation of time, even a stubborn rock can explode a few times.
Slowly, these initial followers will also start families or choose to separate.
As an ancient god, Grisal has undoubtedly experienced an unknown amount of time.
With the passage of time, these followers of His have undoubtedly changed countless times.
Therefore, Yi Chun was not too surprised by the various situations among Grissar's followers who were dragging their families with them...
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"Come on! We must relight the fire before it gets dark for the third time!"
Dwarf Palmbeard Pandida Guthrie jumped on his cart and shouted loudly to the motorcade behind him.
"Come down here, you idiot!"
"You're going to crush our cart!"
His wife immediately said angrily, and then kicked up a fist-sized stone under her feet.
With his superb foot skills, he hit Palm Beard-Pandida-Guthrie hard on the head with a stone.
If it were a human being, this should be a sentence of more than three years...
Palmbeard-Pandida-Guthrie muttered something in a low voice angrily and jumped down.
The cart was filled with all kinds of messy things, including uneaten pumpkins and fine hammers made in the past.
Dwarves don't like swords very much - they are too thin for them.
At least, this is the case for Palmbeard-Pandida-Guthrie's tribe.
Like the hearth fires they traced, they relied more on heavy warhammers.
Of course, the blacksmith's hammer is also a good thing, but it's a bit painful to hit people with it.
Those scum of flesh and blood are not worthy of such a good hammer...
The dwarves were forced to leave their homeland.
They are not ordinary dwarves. They have weapons and armor made with superb skills, plus the tough strength gained from the fire.
Ordinary battles cannot threaten them.
But even if it is immune to all poisons, the dwarves cannot drink well water that does not contain a drop of pure water for a long time and is full of poison.
What's more, their young who have not yet received the blessing of the hearth fire are not as tough as their elders.
"The fire will remember!"
Palmbeard-Pandida-Guthrie said angrily.
I don't know if it was the nasty intruders or his wife's irritable behavior.
And at this moment, they found that the road in front of them was suddenly shrouded in fog!
"careful!"
Palmbeard-Pandeda-Guthrie blocked the cart that was walking in front of him at the back, and then held his warhammer and watched the surroundings vigilantly.
As we all know, no matter what kind of dwarf.
Most of the time, dwarves have a very bad attitude towards magic.
"It's the call of the fire!"
The dwarves behind him exclaimed.
It turned out that there was a red mark floating in the foggy sky.
That is the mark of the Molten Hammer, the God of Blacksmiths, Grithar!
"The fire won't call us, you half-brained fools!"
Palmbeard-Pandeda-Gus did not relax his vigilance, but prepared for battle more cautiously.
As a senior Hearthfire follower, he naturally understands what kind of god he is following...
He will protect them and guard them, but he will never call them.
Because, He actually doesn't need them...
Moreover, Grithar, the Molten Hammer and the God of Blacksmiths, is really a god who is very afraid of trouble...
He prefers to spend his time and energy on the clanking of the anvil and the fire.
But normally, no one would dare to abuse the marks of other gods.
unless……
It’s a battle between gods!
Palm Beard-Pandeda-Gess's tough-as-iron heart couldn't help but tighten.
He knew the weight of this concept, which might mean the complete disappearance of several races that originally occupied most of the world.
Or, it's a worse situation...
And just when Palmbeard Pandida Gus was feeling a little uneasy, his eyes suddenly tightened.
Because the fog in front of him suddenly split into two different roads.
One of them leads to the area where the mark of the furnace fire appeared before.
The other one was shrouded in thick fog.
However, at the entrance of this corridor, an ordinary-looking orange cat was watching them quietly.
Palmbeard-Pandida-Gus saw scrutiny, observation and...disgust in the orange cat's eyes.
Well, that's normal.
Sometimes even humans will dislike these little guys...
Why not say elves?
Because elves and dwarves also dislike it...
Suddenly, Palmbeard Pandida Gus's eyes were fixed on the orange cat's neck.
There, there was an ordinary-looking bell.
However, on the bell, Palmbeard Pandida Gus felt the pure power of the fire!
Is it Hearthfire's house cat?
The next moment, Palmbeard Pandida Gus gave up the idea.
Grisal doesn't seem like a god who has the time and patience to raise a cat...
"Meow."
The orange cat shouted impatiently at the hesitant dwarves before disappearing into the thick fog behind him.
"Follow it!"
Palm Beard Pandida Gus gritted his teeth, then took the lead and followed the orange cat.
"That's the seal of the fire over there..."
"Snapped!"
"Listen to the leader! Are you okay with your brain again?"
"I'm just saying..."
The dwarves muttered and followed Palm Beard-Pandida-Gus slowly over.
And on the other side, in some distant divine realm.
"Sudden changes..."
"It is not in the destiny of the stars..."
"Now, it's here..."
A deep voice sounded slowly.
And at this moment in the timeline, in a realm that He had never known, a certain cat paw mark lit up...
