The Clamoring Hydra

"Hahaha! What the hell, you have suffered such a big loss in weapons for a long time!"

With a barrel of ale in his hand, Hydera and Magni were sitting by the fire and were discussing weapons.

The spirit of the dwarf family is very thick, and Shanghai Della itself is not hostile, so Magni quickly facilitates Hydera to forget the previous gap...In the final analysis, there is no big conflict between the two, the reason why they were That way, it's just because of the natural hatred of the dwarves against the gods. Not unhappy with Hydera himself. And after a while of conversation, Magni was also aware of Hydera's identity...not a god, or, rather than a death, it was simply a leader.

With rebellious thoughts, he defeated and killed the God King who ruled the earth of the previous generation, and then took the throne, leading his people to the new world.

This is not so much a **** king, it is better to say that it just killed the demon king of the gods. For the demon king's people, there is no difference between the demon king and the **** king.

Hydera didn't think he was a very talkative person, but he couldn't stand the pristine simplicity of the dwarves. Living underground all year round, although making them extremely united internally, also caused some defects in their personality. One of the most obvious points is that there is no accurate and correct understanding of people outside. In this case, although Hydera is not talkative, but relying on the control of the senses, he can still clearly shape himself as a "confidant".

"Speaking of it, don't you really plan to come to Sparta? Although Sparta is extremely xenophobic, this faction is more about life outside the "spiritual network". And you just felt the spiritual network , I can guarantee that while enjoying fair and equitable treatment, every dwarf can join the spiritual network."

Hydera said very sincerely, but did not mean much to pray. In a short conversation, Hydera learned one thing, that is, the dwarf is very stingy. They do not look back on things they don’t hit the wall. At this point, seeking is of little use.

Sure enough, Magni was in deep thought and experienced the spiritual kingdom. It can be seen that the current Magni has not been able to get rid of the influence of the Internet until now. But even so, Magni finally shook his head.

"Sorry, my friend, the dwarves cannot abandon their ancestral heritage."

As he said, Magni would gaze at the statue in the center of Magma Lake on the other side. The majestic first-generation dwarf king Atrium Bronzebeard was almost indistinguishable from Magni. Or, the armor on Magni is itself the first dwarf king, or... his father.

If there is any difference, only the Stormhammer in Magni's hands is left.

"Just like you cannot leave Sparta, Swatheim is unique to every dwarf. The ancestors dug the gap between the kingdom of darkness and the kingdom of fire to create the current lava lake. .Everything they created is imprinted in the soul of each of our dwarves... This is our hometown, although it is very dim, but we are used to the sound of iron. Maybe Sparta will be warmer, Rice will be sweeter. But in a hurry to change places, people in Sparta are not used to the sound of ironing every night?"

As he said, Magni lifted the ale in his hand towards Hydera in Gandalf's form... Because Swatheim was connected to Mossberheim by a gap, the temperature was also higher than in other parts of Northern Europe. Even hotter. In the hands of Magni and Hydera, there are two large glasses of ice ale still exuding cold air-the aroma of iced ale will be more intense.

There was a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth, and Hydera was not angry, just said: "In this case, I won't say much. But the door of Sparta is always open for you."

As they said, the two's wine glasses collided with each other, and then the drink in the size of the human head was drunk by tons.

After finishing the feast, Magni moved around, and then asked: "Prepare Oaks will be forged! What materials did you prepare? First, if the materials are not enough, you will have to exchange for food!"

As he said, Magni licked the corners of his mouth...Although you are a dwarf king, Magni has only a few times on the land. Coupled with the fact that few people know that they are going to the dwarf kingdom, and the door has just opened, so this is the first time Magni has tasted the wine from Sparta... well-known and delicious! Magni can even feel a scent of wheat in his mouth even now!

"Of course, as far as food is concerned, how much Sparta wants."

As he said, Hydera hid from the cuff—to be more precise, it was hidden in the cuff. There was no material circulation, only the props he had prepared in the pocket space for storage.

A black sickle.

At the moment when the sickle appeared here, there was a cold and heavy breath quickly coiled around. Even with the air in the whole palace, there was a faint smell of blood.

"That's what you said, the cornerstone sickle that just brought you into a cursed state by contact?"

Hearing Magni’s words, Hedra nodded and continued to add: “Don’t underestimate him... He is not an ordinary artifact. As far as I know, this sickle was given to the original **** Lonos, then used to divide the era of weapons."

"The blood stuck on it is not mine, or the blood of Cronus... but the blood of a primitive god."

Hearing Hyderana's more detailed explanation, Magni's gaze was also full of horror...and, deep in the eyes, an indescribable uplifting look.

"Of course I know this! When the contract was signed with Gungnier, the blood of Odin's guy did not have such courage!"

As he said, Magni's throat swallowed a bit, and it felt like seeing a peerless treasure.

"It hasn't been forged, it's just rough grinding and combination. It's just arrogant!"

The tone was full of dissatisfaction and disdain for wasting such behavior, but Magni’s eyes did not have the slightest anger, but more of a kind of happiness and excitement. For dwarves, there is nothing more exciting than a good material!