The Clamoring Hydra

"A Spartan is coming?"

Hearing the words of the guards, the dwarves who were still casting around the Magma Lake also subconsciously stopped the waving hammer in their hands. Can't help but turn his curiosity to Hyde.

"Isn't it any different from the Nordics?"

"So thin, no wonder it's a magician."

The dwarves talked about where they were, and had no idea of ​​suppressing their voices. From their tone, Hydera could clearly feel that the dwarves had a deep prejudice against the profession of magician. This is indeed the case. After all, in terms of the dwarf’s physical form, they are not like materials that are good at learning magic. In other words, most dwarves are better at fighting melee than magic... after all, casting this kind of physical activity requires a lot of traditional art for them.

When I came to the palace of the dwarf king, it was still the usual rugged style of the dwarf, but perhaps because of the particularity of the royal palace, they were scrawled and decorated with some rare minerals.

Entering the palace, Hydera quickly saw the current dwarf king, which was said before, Magni Bronzebeard.

Compared with ordinary dwarves, Magni's reminder is more robust and taller than ordinary dwarfs, but the average of **** normal people is still tall among short people. Both hair and beard are brown, inheriting the dwarf genes, his hair is very lush, like thick fur, and even reflects a faint fluorescence under the fire. Wearing heavy armor, in a sense, it is more like a warrior. But the crown above his head gave a little more majesty to his face.

The nose was large, and the long beard dragged all the way to his knee. And his beard was obviously carefully taken care of, and it turned into a twist. In order to prevent sloshing during battle, the middle part of the beard is fixed directly with a belt. Make the lower end of the beard hang down like a battle skirt-dwarves are far more than other races, paying more attention to their proud beard. At the end of the beard, a pendant made of fine gold was hooped. Although it is an ornament, Hydera can feel the power of faith circulating in it. Considering that the dwarves did not worship gods, if Hydera expected it to be good, it should be the emblem of the king of the hills, handed down from generation to generation.

"You are the messenger sent by Sparta?"

Magny looked at Hydera in front of him with interest. Although most dwarves are more willing to stay and forge silently in the dwarf kingdom, this does not mean that the dwarves are absolute dead houses... the dwarves have a much smaller number of people than humans, plus historical factors, dwarves To be more united than humans. Even staying in Swatheim all year long does not mean that the dwarves will break away from the whole world.

On the contrary, those dwarves who stay in the atrium often send back important news, and their transmission is also one of the few dwarves' methods for understanding the outside world.

And like the discovery of a new world that is very shocking no matter what you think, the dwarven race naturally has been communicated to your hometown the first time.

And for the new world of Sparta, the dwarves are also full of curiosity...even, they still don’t know what this so-called other world means... refers to the nine great nations of the world tree. Is there one more? The dwarves thought so when they heard the news of Sparta.

"No."

"Ok?"

Hearing Hydera's answer, Magni's movement subconsciously stunned. Looking at the Magni in front, Hyder shook his head. After glancing at the surrounding guards, the palm of the hand gently. In an instant, a vast expanse of power surged out.

"I am Sparta."

As he said, Hydera exercised the etheric energy to hypnotize the surrounding guards, or more simply, the brutal use of etheric energy to impact their brains, causing them to fall into a coma.

At the same time, Hydera's body is no longer as rickety as before, and after the Huaguang, it appears in front of Magni again, it is the Hydera's body.

The body was not wearing armor, but a slightly cumbersome thick robe. The whole body is dominated by blue and black, and has intricate patterns-fundamentally, Hydera does not like such fancy dresses, because this is almost nothing but good-looking. But it is a pity that Ritz did not think so...

The golden eyes were cloudy eyes, a kind of shock from the heart quietly climbed Magni's heart.

"I am the ruler of Sparta, you can call me Hydera."

Hearing Hydera’s words, Magni’s pupils shrank slightly, and then there was no expected fear, or, as fearful as other people, he chose to surrender. Instead, he picked up the weapons falling on the side—two hammers.

A hammer is square, with straight runes engraved on both sides. And under the inspiration of Magni, above those runes, faintly, a strange arc flashed. If Hyderah remembers correctly, this square-shaped warhammer should be Geralt’s mouth, the prototype of Thor’s hammer, Stormhammer. And the other is the warhammer that Hedra had seen before, in the hands of the statue of Adrien Bronzebeard. But unlike that stone statue, Magni's hands on both sides of the Warhammer were completely ram heads made of fine gold.

"Don't try to force the dwarf to bow his head! The dwarf never succumbs!"

As he said, it seemed that he felt Magni's will, and the eyes of the Ram's Warhammer burst out like a flash of glow.

While looking at the Magni in front, Hydera slightly surprised his eyelids... In Hydera's original idea, after feeling the gap in strength, no matter how stubborn Magni was at the beginning Will make some compromises. But for some unexpected reasons, the emotions of the dwarves seemed to be more hot and flaming than Hydera thought.

What Hydera knows, the dwarves have a powerful casting talent, but what Hydera does not know is this talent, which is caused by coveting from the just corner of the Nordic world. Superimposed on the face of the pseudonym and expelled by the gods to the dark world underground, the character of the dwarves is more flammable and explosive than the explosive barrel.