In the war against mankind for control of the world, both barbarians and dwarves were losers. The dwarves were driven to various deep mountains and sieges, wastelands and poor areas, while the barbarians were all driven to the wilderness highlands in the extreme north.

Compared with the barbarians, the dwarfs have their own irreplaceable nature. They are born experts in forging and mining. While they believe in the god of war, they also worship the god of forging. They can create the strongest armor and the sharpest swords in the world, and they can create tall castles with invincible chariots.

Humans need weapons made by dwarves, and dwarves also need cloth, clothing, wine and food woven by humans. Dwarves and humans each need.

Therefore, in the hundreds of years after the war between the three races, humans and dwarves communicated with each other, and communication became more and more frequent. In this frequent exchange, the two races gradually eliminated hatred. A small number of dwarves entered human society and worked for humans. Human merchants also began to enter the dwarves tribes and brought them rich supplies.

In the end, the dwarf even bought back the holy land of the Dwarf before the Three Tribes, the God of War Basin, through a series of operations.

Since then, humans and dwarves have completely eliminated the racial barriers and peacefully coexisted in this world.

However, there was never peace between humans and barbarians.

The civilization of the barbarians was very backward and had been in a primitive society where slash-and-burn farming was used. They used a very ancient text, and their most complex tool was fishing nets.

But the barbarians are also very strong at the same time. Their individual strength is strong. Ordinary adult barbarians are stronger than some primary swordsmen who have been practicing for many years. Those barbarians like chiefs are even more powerful than those of great swordsmen or even sword saints.

However, no matter how powerful the ** is, in front of the human siege crossbow catapult and even the magic crystal cannon, it is full of flour. What's more, there are clustered magicians, which have saturated magic to cover the firepower, and even the most powerful chief can't escape.

After being driven into the wilderness, the living space of the barbarians was greatly compressed. Most of the land in the barren wilderness was mountainous and covered with snow above the snow line. Occasionally, there were some plains and valleys, and the land was not fertile enough and nothing could be cultivated. The barbarians' food source was more grazing and hunting.

Therefore, although the entire barbaric highland is vast and even wider than the entire Bell Empire, it can only support less than 500,000 barbarians. The total population of the Bell Empire is as high as hundreds of millions.

Civilization is not advanced enough, the products have no characteristics, and the ability to war is not as good as that of humans. Even the population base is far different. The fate of the barbarian clan is doomed to be miserable.

The wild highlands can only support less than 500,000 barbarians. Every time, in order to make living space for the next generation, the elderly barbarians will gather from all over the wild highlands and rush to the human world together.

Although most people died under the fortress of the God of War, at least they made room for survival for the new generation. Those who are lucky will be converted into slaves, sold to the human world as a coolie, or taken to the boudoir of some lonely women, and live a happy slave life with warm food and clothing.

Not all barbarians are willing to attack the Fortress of the God of War, then eat their companions or be eaten by their companions to siege the city, and pursue the extremely slim opportunity to enter the human world. Perhaps they had the hundreds of years of being driven to the wilderness highlands, or perhaps they still had this kind of expectation, but after thousands of years of war, they only had despair.

The war every once in a while is a complete act of dying for the barbarians. So instead of giving out all the staff like the first few times, they controlled the number to about 100,000 people.

Those barbarians who are unwilling to die on the battlefield will gather here from all directions, use simple tools to dig a tomb for themselves, and then bury themselves. This place is called the tomb of the ancestors by the barbarians.

The rows of graves are the tribes accumulated by the barbarians for thousands of years, with a total of up to one million. With such a huge number, it makes people feel shocking when they are neatly arranged. This is the blood and tears of a race for thousands of years.

Gris didn't feel the suffering of the barbarians. The survival of the jungle was the law of this world. If the barbarians occupied the dominance of the world, the end of human beings might be even more miserable. In fact, if the barbarian highlands were not barren, easy to defend and difficult to attack, human beings would have long destroyed the barbarians. The hatred accumulated over thousands of years has made the two races completely immortal and have almost no possibility of peace. Even at such a critical moment of invasion of the abyss, human beings have never relaxed their defense against barbarians.

However, seven or eight years ago, the barbarians had already launched a war, and the population has not yet recovered to the point where they need to make room for survival, so there should be no second war within more than ten years, and the defense of the God of War Fortress is not strict.

After entering this cemetery, Gris felt a very depressing feeling in his heart. It was not the pressure given by the neat graves, but an invisible but substantial thing pressing on his heart. It was like a mountain hanging on his head and could fall down at any time, or the feeling of being stared at by millions of eyes. It was very strange and weird. Gris himself didn't know how to describe it.

Boom! Suddenly, a violent collision sound came from behind. A large hole was broken more than 300 meters to the right of the hole where Gris came in. The gravel splashed like a cannonball. If it hit the tombstone directly, it would directly break the pillar of the monument.

In the dust, a ray of light and shadow rushed out in a mess.

The image of the Great Zheng at this moment was extremely miserable. His body was gone from his left rib to half of his crotch, and his foot was thrusting there, and his figure rushed left and right. Although he was a body of holy light, his body was just formed by energy accumulation, every loss of part of his body was a heavy blow to him. At this moment, his breath was more than two-thirds weaker than when he just came out of the gate of the abyss.

Whoosh, a black object rushed out at a higher speed than the Great Commander. As soon as it appeared, it couldn't wait to swing a certain part, and a black light shot out, shooting towards the Great Commander like lightning.

This black object was Samolson. Because of the narrow crack, a large cluster of black smoke has now shrunk into a ball of only one person, and has condensed countless times. It looks like a ball of black jelly, constantly changing its appearance.

The Great Commander tried his best to shoot a white beam of light, which collided with the black light, causing a violent explosion to rush the Great Commander backwards, and even flattened a large area of ​​the tomb on the ground.

The Great Governor seemed to be at the end of his strength. If there was no help, he would probably not be able to live without him. Gris was about to connect with the spirit of the God of War and ask for the Great Governor first. Suddenly, the huge ball of light in the center of the underground space suddenly opened his eyes.
Chapter completed!