After receiving the affirmative answer from the former Dwarf King, Hal made a gesture of invitation.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Lin told Ulala, "Look at these fresh 'zongzi', especially..." She glanced at the trembling 'little zongzi' in the corner of the dwarf, "Take good care of our former King's baby son."

Not surprisingly, the last heart-killing word gained the angry stare of the dwarf king.

However, Lin was well adapted to this kind of vision - and speaking of it, she was no longer known to be staring at by many guys with such an almost cannibalistic gaze - and there was no discomfort.

If the enemy could be killed by sight alone, then the eye demon Balor would have been united in the abyss long ago?

Lin thought without any worries.

"I'll take two more people." Lenny knew there was no room for any struggle, "My hammer waiter, and my king...my consultant-they are also masters of skill."

"Of course," Lin said, "as long as you are happy."

Not surprisingly, the former dwarf king glared at her again with displeasure.

In this way, several dwarves obtained large sackcloths from the black-robed lich to wrap their bodies, and then the group walked through the intricate corridors of blood banyans and walked towards the arsenal.

Along the way, Lenny Bronzebeard had a gloomy face, but he didn't say anything else. He even quickly turned his gaze and attention to the base.

Although he rarely came to the abyss, he had also heard of this forest recorded in the information. It is adjacent to the endless sea, vast, strange, remote, and has only a low IQ fishman - this is all his impression of this area.

But who would have thought that such a huge tree fortress hidden in such a place?

It is like a monster born from this forest itself, and it has developed to an amazing level without realizing it, enough to make all the guys who see it true.

Judging from the short distance they walked, they had been teleported at least twice - which means that it would take a lot of time to walk according to normal. As for Lenny Bronzebeard himself, his capital was once divided into two floors, and from the city gate to his main palace, it only took three to four jumps. In other words, the size of this fortress is actually equivalent to a medium-sized city, and even more terrifying...

Lenny looked up and felt his neck sore and it was hard to see clearly the top of the corridor they were passing through. Although there was light in it, the owner of the fortress was obviously a real lich and did not like to decorate his base with brilliant lights...

"Here." said the Lich.

However, before they thought more, they had already arrived at their destination - Lenny did not feel too tired. In fact, out of his professional instinct of "building", he even wanted to study the structure of the fortress carefully.

Before entering the arsenal, Lenny was actually somewhat mentally prepared. He knew that his half-blooded brother Bright had made a lot of good things for these guys; he had also seen that list and knew what exactly would be.

But when he really entered the arsenal, he was still blinded: the moment he walked in, bright white light poured down from their heads, dispelling all the ignorance, and stabbing the dwarves' eyes to hurt. Lenny even wondered whether the dim walkway had been deliberately done.

After they finally adapted to this brightness, they found that it actually came from the only light source: the top of all branches and trunks, about fifty yards away from the dome on the ground, floating an irregular moonstone that was as big as a sub-dragon head.

This precious ore that is extremely popular among Angelian female/female creatures has been so unearthed, and is hung on the top of the head as a lighting tool, which is undoubtedly the most direct show and ridicule.

This is nothing.

Lenny thought.

Before the magic crisis broke out, the dwarf king's throne was also made of a whole piece of obsidian.

He glanced at it for a few more times, then withdrew his eyes, and coughed at the same time, pulling back the attention of the two followers- they stretched their necks hard, as if they wanted to climb up and study the quality of the ore.

"This is not how moonstone is used." Lenny tried to analyze from a professional perspective. "A volume like this is not conducive to the performance of ore characteristics."

"Oh it's okay," the white-robed lich lord waved his hand, "If you need it in the future, I have many more - all those bigger than this one."

——Damn rich man.

The former dwarf king, who suffered from the lack of ore, could not help but shake his mind even though his knowledge and firm will.

"What you said is enough weapon to show off your skills?" Lenny asked. "It's not just this empty room, right?"

He knew it was not good when he said it. Because the more damn Lich in black robe slightly closed the position of his teeth - if there was still flesh and blood there, it would be an ironic smile.

"It seems that you know the effect of the moonstone, but you are not very clear about how to crack this effect." The black-robed lich walked slowly to them and gave them a small piece of moonstone fragments each.

Lenny grabbed it hard, crushed it, and applied it to her eyelids.

When he opened his eyes again, the effect of confusion was relieved.

At first glance, he didn't see any weapon-but Lenny dared to swear that what he saw was more shocking than the Fenrier blade piled up in mountains.

Various parts are like soldiers waiting to be inspected, floating neatly in the air in a row, like runes engraved with some kind of steel, with cold and powerful power. You can see clearly by getting closer. Each part is a finished product. After careful measurement and polishing, it is very standard and can be put into assembly and use at any time. It can be seen that the designer and the manufacturer have a considerable understanding of the process.

Many of the parts are old-fashioned, but the magic circuits engraved on them are different from those of the old-fashioned styles, and of course they are also very different from the popular designs now.

Lenny subconsciously wanted to pick up a carefully observed, and he didn't want his hand to touch it, but the parts were like swimming fish that felt dangerous, and they were very lightly avoiding him without any sound.

Combined with the moonstone above the head with a confusing and camouflage effect, Lenny didn't understand anything else.

"The dwarf does not give birth to thieves." He was dissatisfied.

"You look down on yourself too much." The black-robed lich sneered, "It's just the most basic illusion and defense."

"It seems that you are not very safe here."

"Does your dwarves have doors open all year round?"

"you……"

The dwarf had no money to get a little cheaper, and he suddenly felt very bad.

"What's the use of light making parts?" he snorted, "What about the weapons you said you could use before?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard an extremely slight "buzzing" sound from behind his head. Turning his head, a red gun barrel aimed at his forehead. The rose metal around the muzzle showed a warm and lingering red because of its energy, as if it would kiss his head at any time and knock it away.

"Okay, Scheville." said the white-robed lich, "Thank you for your demonstration."

In this way, the red muzzle shook in front of the dwarf and returned to the silent black.

And the centaur who came from or when they appeared behind them put down his hand cannon and bowed slightly to the lich: "If necessary, please give me any instructions."

"Well, there should be nothing wrong for the time being - please ask for training for ranged troops."

The light-blond-haired centaur nodded slightly, then spread the wings behind his wings and quickly retreated out of the weapon hall. His four hooves were flying, but there was no dust at all.

Lenny slowly let out a breath. After a little regaining, she felt a little weak under her legs.

But it is impossible to admit defeat like this.

"Is that all?" he said.

"Do you want to see a more confidential one?" asked the black-robed lich.

"No?" he sneered.

The black-robed lich looked at the white-robed lord, who nodded.

So the black-robed lich waved his hand, and a gray mist wrapped around the corner of the room, opening an entrance about half-dwarf-high near the roots of the tree.

"Come here." said the black-robed lich, "but only one look."

Three furry heads stacked from high to low, looking into the tree hole: the light inside is obviously not as good as outside. Even so, Lenny still saw a huge deformed long box with a row of black steel slide rails on it, which looked like a cannon bore. If it could be fired together...

A little far apart, Lenny squeezed inside hard, but the two companions seemed to have the same idea. As a result, the three of them tried hard at the same time, and their heads were directly stuck in the tree hole.

"Hug...sorry...Your Majesty." The hammer attendant below hurriedly retreated out - in the end he got stuck even more.

"Puff..." The laughter of the Lich Lord came from behind, "I'm almost done, right?"

Lenny's face was burning and wanted to say yes directly, but the thing that looked like the legendary weapon was like the most fragrant wine, which made him feel uncomfortable and couldn't help but want to get closer and take a look.

Then, as soon as the trees on their necks were loose, Lenny wanted to get in, but the roots and trunks closed directly in front of them, and then pushed them out firmly.

"I didn't see clearly." Lenny was telling the truth, so he was confident.

"You can see it," said the black-robed lich. "When you complete your previous order and demonstrate your 'your' skills, you can watch it slowly."

He said, while restoring the entire arsenal back to its original state.

"... Actually, this is nothing," said the dwarf. "Our ancestors were once one of the founders of the magic civilization and also led the trend of generations. If there is enough materials, we can even restore the Ovagras magic cannon at the peak of magic weapons. It is said to be powerful enough to knock down the head of the Twilight Dragon... What expression do you have?"

Lenny saw anger that a cold breath erupted from the lich's nostrils. Although there was no sound, it seemed to be a sarcastic mockery: "I heard that the only thing that has not deteriorated in the dwarf for so many years is bragging skills and alcohol tolerance."

"Who bragged?" Lenny glared, "You don't have to provoke me repeatedly - I said before, as long as there are materials and magic drawings, it is not a problem to make these things, but many of these parts should be shipped directly from Rotney, right?"

Seeing that the lich didn't say anything, his voice raised a little more: "Although we are not ungrateful guys who don't know how to repay kindness, I still have to say--if you really need us to help forge weapons--or you want to develop something even more terrifying, then having these parts is far from enough. The dwarf's furnace has never been a sissy-like furnace like humans. You should have heard that our furnaces and cooling pools can often hollow out a mountain!"

After saying that, Lenny regretted it a little, but also felt a little happy.

Obviously these guys have some research on smelting - but really needing smelting from dwarves, it is not enough to just smelting them.

"If I could provide these conditions, are you sure you could make that--well, Ovagras magic cannon?"

“Yes—we can at least create old-fashioned,” Lenny said. “I’m not trying to make things difficult for me—I said that we are trustworthy people, and the previous contracts are certainly valid, but without the right tools and stoves, it’s really difficult for us to complete.”

"Okay," said Lin, "I remembered that there was a good place, maybe I could take you to see it."

Lenny thought they would go to other locations in the fortress, but he didn't want to come directly to the bottom of the mud. To be precise, it was the front end of a huge gully deep in the mud - the Story of Death.

The dwarves who had lived in the mountains for generations were obviously not adapted to the action at the bottom of the water. Although the black-robed lich gave them two bottles of underwater breathing potions and applied them a magic trick that could move smoothly at the bottom of the water, Lenny still felt the fear of the dark waters, especially standing in front of this bottomless gully.

"What is this to do?" he asked.

"Shh, right away." The white-robed lich who claimed to be Mulala said in a mysterious way, "Don't take your eyes away."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire waters trembled slightly, and something boiled up from the bottom of the deep stream, like a river summoned by the rainy season. But Leni knew clearly that it was not a river, but something more viscous and hotter - the entire deep stream began to emit a faint red light from the visible bottom, and gradually became brighter and brighter.

And when the golden lava filled the deep ravine, they wanted to continue to rise. But it was obvious that something was blocking the deep ravine, blocking the possible way out - except for one. Just in the front of the deep ravine where Leni and the others were, there seemed to be one that was not blocked, leaving a huge hole.

The oppressed magma had nowhere to go, and all of them gushed out towards the outlet and fell sharply towards their location.

Changes are only a blink of an eye.

Lenny and others screamed in shock.
To be continued...