Click, click, click.

A loud chewing sound came from beneath the dark green pupils.

Ken felt a little confused. He was guessing the identity of the shadow. Kuima pulled the torch from the pyre and held it high to illuminate the other person.

"Wow, take care of the elderly, you brat, I'm not used to it."

【Mysterious Dwarf Blacksmith】

[Attitude: Calm]

[A certain cursed weirdo, he was burdened with sin and was given eternal life, but he will be trapped here forever. 】

The light spreads, turning vague outlines into concrete details.

The blacksmith is short and stocky, with unkempt hair and a dirty face, and his original skin color can no longer be seen.

He is wearing an ancient battle armor that has been around for a long time, and the easily corroded parts have long been turned into powder. At this time, there are only a few metal wires and tendons of unknown material connecting the whole body, and a few pieces of iron are hanging. Fortunately, one piece is still relatively new.

clothes, otherwise it would be impossible to look directly at them, they should have been brought by Arthur.

Ken put away the note.

If nothing else, this person, who should be a witness to the dwarf era, has become some kind of special existence, tortured beyond recognition by fate and curse.

"It's so nice and lively, huh? You haven't answered me yet. Is it true that you cured the hunter?"

The dwarf raised his head and squinted curiously.

He wanted to see the guest clearly in the firelight.

"I guess so."

Ken's answer was ambiguous.

He doesn't like to expose too much to strangers, especially if the other person is a "living fossil", which may cause unnecessary trouble.

"Hahaha, that's really interesting."

The dwarf's emotions were very complicated, and his cheeks twitched from time to time. The long and lonely years seemed to have caused him to lose the correct emotional feedback.

"The face of southern Xinjiang is actually paired with Qiwen."

[Attitude: Curiosity]

"You mean the Winter Mother?"

Quema asked tentatively.

Ken fell into deep thought. This was the second time he heard this name.

Malungu once mentioned that Santon Kaya was the "orphan of Qiwen", and the remarks explained that it was rumored that Mother Winter appeared in the "Battle of Qiwen", and the survivors at that time became her first believers.

Qi Wen.

A taboo for the old gods, or another name for the battle?

Ken turns to the dwarf for answers.

He actually doesn't care about the truth of the ancient times, he just wants to use this test to verify the identity of the other party from another direction, so as to avoid the situation where the remarks are inconsistent with the person involved.

The dwarf leaned against the remaining pillar.

His hands were chopped off and completely wrapped in dark iron pieces, which seemed to be some kind of ancient punishment with a strong sense of ritual.

For a craftsman, this is more cruel than death.

"What do you think of Winter Mother?"

The dwarf asked back. He enjoyed every conversation. He was so satisfied talking to a living person that he even put down the fruit between the iron pieces.

"He who rules over abundance, love, and mercy..."

"Nonsense!"

The dwarf suddenly became angry.

[Attitude: Uncontrollable excitement]

His chest was bulging, his breathing was rapid, and his mood changes were like a lunatic, which made Kuima speechless.

"Qiwen is the God of Death. She is the incarnation of the severe winter in the North. Her blood is smeared all over the noble throne. She is the most admired existence among all the old gods in the North!"

The dwarf spoke with saliva flying and a horrified expression.

Ken frowned slightly, because the other party's dark iron piece was pointed at him, with ancient inscriptions engraved on it, like some kind of curse or a mark given by God.

"Battle of Qiwen?"

One of the dwarf craftsman's eyes was wide open, the other was half-open and half-closed, and his eyelids were trembling.

"In the old historical news, is there any record of who the opponent is? No, because it is herself! Qiwen once used the stars to strip away his tyranny at the top of the Prayer Peak, and then led his subjects to defeat him..."

The dwarf stood up.

His legs and feet were deformed and atrophied, and he used his broken arms to create waves in the air. He spoke in a cadence, as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

"From then on, in the long years, she has been repenting for her blood debt!"

"We are all burdened with sin."

He suddenly knelt down and hit his head with a steel hammer.

"Gods, humans, and the undead, the struggle will never end."

…

The dwarves have completely fallen into the quagmire of madness and can never regain their senses.

He jumped into the bonfire and was burned to ashes in an instant, at an incredibly fast speed.

"Oh my god!?"

Kuima screamed.

Ken quickly moved forward to investigate, but the exploding flames shrank back as before, and there was nothing abnormal, as if what he just saw was an illusion.

He unfolded his gray vision and saw a volumeless shadow in the corner.

Think again of the "eternal life" mentioned in the remarks.

It seems that the dwarf is using this method to fight against his out-of-control emotions.

Ken looked slightly moved. Anyone who lived alone for such a long time would behave strangely.

[Historical truth: The name of Winter Mother]

[During the long years of the Osua continent, history has always been mottled and faded for future generations. There will inevitably be errors in the interpretation and dissemination of content. Some people are pursuing the truth, while others are deliberately concealing it. 】

The Age of the Old Gods was the most prosperous period of Pallotus.

At that time, in the snow-covered north, the dwarves had not yet risen in power, the wall of eternal frost had not been built, and the remaining might of the gods could frighten the entire continent of Osua.

The countries in southern Xinjiang also have trump cards.

Ancient dragons and legendary monsters roam freely.

Storms above the water, shadows in the deep sea.

Everything has gone away...

Notes refer to historical facts.

The murals and ancient scrolls scattered across the continent will contain fragments of ancient times, which have been repeatedly speculated upon by future generations. The more powerful the empire, the more it pays attention to history, and will even set up special academies to study it.

There are even organizations obsessed with history.

They have mastered many secrets and do not know what they are looking for in the ancient times.

Although the number of members of this type of organization is very small, each one is a mysterious and powerful monster, and each has his or her legendary deeds that are discussed by others.

[You know the name of Winter Mother. This information may help you at some point in the future.]

Ken's idea is simple:

Since the notes give hints, it means that it is useful to you. No matter how bad it is, it also increases your experience. If you are lucky, you may be able to find a way to become stronger and protect yourself as soon as possible.

He dispersed his messy thoughts, turned around and looked down the steps.

"Do you still know that you have been infected by the Hunter?"

The dwarf craftsman took the initiative to mention it, and it could only have been relayed by Arthur.

Now that the other party knew about what Worchier had done, he still didn't know what to do and ran away willfully, completely breaking the spirit craftsman's heart.

"Well, I remember it even after I was scratched by the undead."

When Arthur said this, he felt his tongue was tied, and his teeth could not be separated clearly, and he almost squeezed the words out of his mouth.

"I remember, a lot of things."

[Attitude: Regret]

Ken's questioning gave him the motivation to reflect.

Arthur's mind recalled the door he opened for him before he lost his mind, the figures who took care of him during his illness, and the anxious and haggard look on his teacher's face after he regained consciousness.

Arthur sat on the ground dejectedly.

He said softly:

"The apprentices in the workshop will always make fun of the teacher. Although the master of Malungu Furnace will take care of the teacher, this is the north, and the status of a spiritual craftsman is too embarrassing..."

"It's okay for large tribes. They have needs for farming and construction, but this is Duwa, the ancient furnace and the Duwa tribe that forges artifacts!"

Ken was also sitting on the steps.
Chapter completed!