The sound of the wind whimpered.

"Idiot! I've been slept in the temple for so long, but you haven't seen that evil...Bafengte, are you obviously impatient?" Mazeros' voice.

After Bafengt's question, those who can survive.

Undoubtedly they all chose to surrender.

When death is so close, not all dwarves can be like old steel hammers.

"But you can't leave the captain's body... there."

This time, the dwarf who spoke was the one who was most likely to stand on the side of Mezeros, with a cowardly expression.

It seems that he also survived the temple strategy battle.

"So what if you bring the corpse out? There is no way to bring the remains of the corpse out, they can only stay here forever." Mazeros' tone softened slightly.

"At least, we must bury the captain and the others." The cowardly dwarf responded.

The noisy wind, accompanied by the crying sounds, rang out again, and then became silent again.

"Mederos, do you really want to sacrifice nine children to him every year as promised by Nobafengt? And, the strength he gives you, I think, I think..."

The voice of the cowardly dwarf sounded again.

"No, it's not me, Justo. Don't push everything on my head, you, you, are the same. Everyone surrendered to Bafengt, kneeling before him like a spineless dog, and we are all the same."

Mazeros' voice suppressed his anger.

"But, nine children..." The cowardly dwarf wanted to say something else.

But he was interrupted by Mazeros in anger:

"Enough! Are there any choices for things so far? Justo, don't stand up and blame me with justice at this time. If you are noble and amazing, you should die like everyone else when you are in the temple!"

"Instead of standing here alive and pointing at me! Or, if you still have the backbone, be here, beside everyone's tomb, be buried with them."

The wind started to whimper again.

This time, the crying sounds mixed with the sound of the wind could be clearly heard, and the tiny blue dots in the air were also trembling slightly.

Then, no other sound rang out again.

Dorn's eyes swept across the grave in front of him.

Then I saw half of the decaying and most of the skulls covered by the soil on the ground.

Dorn:...

Perhaps the dwarf with a cowardly expression and named Justo finally chose to settle himself in front of the old steel hammer's grave.

The blue dots in the air gathered again, pieced together into the appearance of the old Steel Hammer Ghost.

The story that the old steel hammer, or the souls of the dwarves buried here, is over to tell Donne and the other three.

It's like an intermittent radio drama with illustrations.

Dorn began to sort out and think about the information contained in this [radio show].

First, after the dwarves' strategic battle against the temple, Mazeros finally chose to surrender to Bafengt and reached an agreement with the sheep-headed demon to open the ruins and dedicate nine children every time.

Moreover, Mazeros also obtained an unknown ability from Bafengt.

Secondly, Mazeros was only 20 or 30 years old when he participated in the temple strategy war. Now, according to what Steel Hammer said before, this so-called envoy is already over 200 years old.

The souls of these dwarves tell a story that happened about two hundred years ago.

At that time, the dwarf warriors obviously knew a series of information related to the ruins of God.

But now, the entire Caesarum regards the ruins of God as the kingdom of God for eternal joy and happiness.

During these two hundred years, Mazeros used the name of God to distort the cognition of the dwarves in Caesartumne.

To achieve this, Dorn feels there is only one way-

Use some method to eliminate the older generation of dwarves on a large scale, and for the new generation of dwarves, they instill the concept of gods and messengers in them from a young age.

During this period, we must strengthen the control of public opinion. If anyone dares to criticize God or God’s envoy, he will be punished by a serious crime.

After a long time, fewer and fewer people can tell the truth. Three people become tigers, and the words of the crowd make gold.

In the end, lies will be covered with the cloak of truth and will be popular.

"Steel Hammer, I actually had a question before. The dwarves in Caesarum seem to be young and middle-aged. I observed them when I was by the altar. It seems that there are very few dwarves over 100 years old. Has it happened?" Greglu suddenly asked in a quiet voice.

This S-level adventurer is still very keen to observe.

The three dwarfs, led by Halfling Hogg, mentioned frequently during the conversation [When my grandfather was still there] and [When my dad was still there].

Even when I arrived at the Gangmash, I was just an orphan, and my parents were not there.

This is the case for several dwarf families I encounter casually.

For the dwarf race that can live up to 300 years, the high mortality rate of the older generation is obviously a problem.

Greglu would ask such a question, which shows that he should have thought of a similar place as Dorn.

Steel Hammer stared at the ghost of the old Steel Hammer on the mound, and gritted her teeth with difficulty:

"It is said that a long time ago, a terrifying epidemic broke out in Kesatumri. People who are sick will get fever, vomit, cough, bleeding... and die many people."

"It was at that time that Mazeros returned to Caesartum with the gospel of the gods, and he saved... many people. Later, he led his tribe members to fight against the terrifying epidemic."

"Until forty years ago, under the leadership of Mazeros, the disease was completely controlled. This is also the reason why most people would regard him as a messenger of God, respect him, and worship him..."

Speaking of this, Steel Hammer clenched his fists tightly and lowered his head, and could no longer talk.

Whether it is the gods of the dwarfs or the gods, they are all a complete, despicable and ridiculous scam.

And young dwarves like Steel Hammer have lived in this scam since they were born.

"Is it a disease?" Dorn now understood what Mazeros had obtained from Bafengt.

Greglu stepped forward and patted the young dwarf on the shoulder: "I can guarantee that the old guy's lies won't last long."

After everyone was silent for a while.

The old Steel Hammer Ghost, who had originally floated on the grave, moved again. He raised his hand and pointed to the steel hammer, and pointed to the grave under him.

Then, the earthen tomb began to tremble violently, and the mud and stones flew to the edge, as if something was breaking out of the ground!

The earth tomb finally collapsed, revealing a hole.

Inside is a rotten corpse.

In addition to the bones, there are also some rotten metals and leather materials that can no longer be identified as their original appearance.

Maybe it was Lao Gangmao's clothing and weapons during his lifetime.

However, there is one thing that is well preserved.

That was a glove.

Simple, leather gloves that fit the practical style of the dwarf.

It can be preserved for two hundred years without any sign of decay, which shows that this glove is absolutely extraordinary.

This should be the relic that the old steel hammer wanted to deliver to the small steel hammer.
Chapter completed!