Throne of Magical Arcana

An eerie dark castle stands on the edge of a floating black lake, with a strong ancient magic empire-like spire like a javelin.

Harold? The steel hammer carried a sack of ore and walked towards the castle's warehouse. His steps were heavy and slow.

As a juvenile dwarf, he is not like the elders with strong muscles who wield huge hammers and play with toys. Such a bag of ore is indeed too heavy for him.

Alas, Harold has no complaints about heavy physical labor, at least he can live, at least without becoming the food of the vampire master like the delicate dwarves selected.

Is this Vlad that belongs to the "great blood count"? Cecil's castle, he controlled hundreds of dwarf villages, picked "pure blood and flesh" from them as food, and drove the remaining slaves to work in the mines and castles, mining and smelting the night plateau for him Unique Nidamum and rare Caramo Iron and Mithril.

From the beginning, the dwarves seemed destined to become food, or die early after squeezing the power in the clean body, and the only part of their life landscape was combined for the purpose of breeding offspring.

Although he never left the village where he was born and the castle of the Earl of Vlad, Harold "hears" whether it is the desolate south where he is now, or the horrifying north, the dwarves in other parts of the plateau, survive. This was the case, and the pain continued numbly.

Thinking of this, Harold raised his head, looking up at the darkness that was always over the plateau, looking up at the bright and bright constellation, a little blank and sad in his heart:

"Does my life march miserably along such a fixed trajectory, without seeing the slightest hope, will our dwarves never recover the glory of ancient times?"

Crackling, sharp pain from Harold's face, a whip mark exuding blood suddenly appeared on his left face, and stretched across the dwarf's unique large nose to the right.

"Hurry up, what are you doing!" A vicious voice came, and the shadow of the whip echoed.

Yes, the fate of the dwarves is not only two, but can also betray their ancestors, like a dog to please vampires, become their blood servants, and in turn watch over their companions.

How could a self-proclaimed elegant and noble vampire manage the dirty miners and coolies on his own, and naturally need servants to do tedious things, but every vampire who embarks on it will consume its own blood source. If a weak vampire develops more descendants, , Itself will decay in advance, so even high-level vampires are unwilling to first embrace and produce offspring.

Moreover, the vampires consider themselves very high. They regard most of the lives of other races as dirty and lowly creatures. They are not highly valued or liked. It is impossible to waste the origin of blood to transform them into blood races. Therefore, the number of orthodox vampires has always remained at one. In a small area, there are a large number of blood servants who have sucked blood and did not die, obeying orders like a cricket.

As a blood servant, his strength is almost a formal knight, but it will never increase. His life expectancy is only one tenth of his master, and he will never be able to resist the master, or even the idea of ​​resistance.

Harold glanced at the dwarf with a whip and gorgeous clothes next to him, and lowered his eyes, not letting the hatred and anger in his eyes be found out: "Yes, Wells steward."

This abominable traitor, I do n’t know how many kinsmen have been reported and killed, and he is just an overseer, but he likes to be called a steward. When the real vampire steward Galata appears, he ca n’t wait to kneel on the ground and kiss each other ’s shoes tip.

The red-haired dwarf Wells shaved his beard proudly because his owner Vlad hated his beard so much that he saw his potty cheeks, and saw Harold's "handsome" The brown bearded man couldn't help getting bored. He waved his right hand and gave him another whip:

"What were you thinking just now? The dwarves don't need to think! Do you understand? I ask you to understand? Dirty **** dwarves!"

似乎 He seems to have forgotten that he is also a dwarf, and completely regards himself as a noble blood servant that is only slightly worse than the orthodox bloodline.

"I understand, Wells steward." Harold's hands were violently violent with his ore bag.

"Get off!" Wells didn't dare to delay his progress, lest he be scolded by the steward Mr. Galata.

As soon as Harold took a few steps, Wells's vicious voice became very charming: "Good afternoon, Mrs. Tess, Mr. Galata, please go this way, it is full of ore powder, very dirty and splashed with foul smell Dwarves will run into you. "

Even without turning back, Harold could imagine Wells bending over and bowing, and the meticulous style of the tall vampire butler Galata—he always wore a black dress and a neat bow tie.

Mrs. Tess must still be the beautiful and enchanting look. Long blonde hair, a slender and slender figure, and green eyes like lake water have not changed since she was first embraced by Count Vlad as a vampire.

When thinking of Mrs. Tess, Harold was very heartbroken and sad. She was the most beautiful female dwarf in hundreds of villages nearby. She was an admirer of her dreams. Unfortunately, she was regarded by Count Vlad and became him. Vampire bride.

The cool breeze of the Qinghai Plateau blew through, Harold buried his head, and carried the ore bag slowly forward. A crisp voice came from behind him: "Faster smelting ore, don't let them be lazy."

注意 "Pay attention to the investigation. Some stolen dwarves have formed a resistance army, and they must not be allowed to destroy the mine."

Uh ...

Until the constellation position changed, and the evening was no different from the previous one, Harold ended his heavy labor, got a chance to take a breath, and then took the rations-two black breads left the castle and headed to the nearby village. Return from home.

I walked around, Harold suddenly looked around vigilantly, seeing no one nearby, his expression immediately became excited, turned into a remote road, carrying darkness, starlight, and quickly walked forward.

He walked for about ten minutes and walked through a few sparse black "Fengyang" forests. Harold saw an ordinary boulder.

He looked around again, then walked cautiously, tiptoeing behind the huge stone, and tapping the stone surface gently.

"Steam is supreme." The weird dwarven words came out of his mouth, like a mantra without any mental power.

The cricket's voice had just disappeared, and a crack suddenly cracked in the boulder, as if opening a door. A gray-faced dwarf held out his head and looked away, then waved: "Come in, Harold."

Harold drilled in quickly, watching the dwarf close and lock the stone door, throwing a dark bread to him: "Uncle Warren, I'll go down first."

"Come on, the elder is waiting for you, my child." Warren catches the black bread, puts in clear water, bites his teeth very well, as if starving for a long time.

Harold understood that Uncle Warren's dwarf rebels had been lacking food for a long time, so this was the case, so he shook his head inexplicably and walked down the passage deep into the ground.

He drank the water he was carrying and ate black bread, while feeling the grandness of the underground palace built by his ancestors, which was deeply shocked:

"Why were such great ancestors defeated by vampires?"

"Is it rejected by the gods?"

There are many murals carved on the stone bricks on both sides, overwhelming airships, steam engine ships sailing on the ocean, horrible cannons bombarding dragons, Mercedes steam trains on the plains ... Although Harold has already seen Many times these murals, but every time he can't help but surging, so he loves listening to Elder Augustus? Broken heart tells the story of the steam age, and thinking about the ancestor's splendid civilization just seems to think that life is full of hope and inherited glory.

At the end of the aisle is a hall that looks like a sacrifice. There are rows of huts on both sides. The roar of steam comes from inside. A strong dwarf is driving a steam sledgehammer to forge weapons.

"Harold, are you here?" A dwarf with a long white beard slightly pointed at Harold, then followed his gaze and sighed softly: "It is a pity that our civilization has been lost. We ca n’t make complex steam engines, cannons, and rifles at all. We can only create sharper swords and axes. But this can only deal with blood servants, and there is no way to take vampires, let alone the north where terror vampires are located. "

His tone was vicissitudes and desolate.

"The elders ..." How can some "high-level" dressed in simple but faintly higher status than other dwarves prevent the voice, how can they create a desperate atmosphere inside the Resistance.

Elder Augustus smiled calmly and calmly: "Mirna, Quiggins ... We must let the people who follow us understand our situation. This is a path where there is no hope, and kneeling numbly To survive, to defend the ancestor's glory with blood, to die like a real dwarf, you have to make your own choice. "

"Steam is supreme!" Roared suddenly in the small houses on both sides, "Destined to die in pain anyway!"

Sharing food, Augustus asked Harold about the latest developments in the castle. They chose to hide in Count Vlad when they heard that he had been wounded by "magic magic" in a war in his early years and had not fully recovered. Need to sleep frequently to keep itself from decay.

"... Mrs. Tess is ordering the Blood Servant to find you ..." Harold looked at Augustus hopefully after he informed him of the only information he knew: "Elder, can you tell me more about ancient steam? Civilized thing? "

The pretty young dwarf, Mirna, who is still young at the age, is also full of expectations. Listening to the elders telling past stories is a rare "light" in the difficult life of the Resistance.

"... Our dwarves once ruled the vast land, at the endless ocean estuary, on the banks of the Negning river, in countless prosperous places, we have built giant cities ... every chimney made of steel is like a forest Towering, spitting billowing black smoke, sometimes even blocking the sun, making the daytime dark ... "

"... There are huge steam trains running between cities, and it only takes a few hours from here to the north ... Each dwarf can get enough food and use various mechanical products, such as people can be raised to the top of the building Steam lifts, like steam boilers that always have hot water for you to bathe ... "

"... The great dwarf warriors carried high-pressure steam packs, equipped with mechanical arms and steam rifles, and opened up dangerous fields ... The steam engine ship sailed on the ocean, and the huge gun barrels made the enemy surrender ...

Although I don't know what daylight is ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ what is sunshine, it doesn't prevent Harold, Mirna and other dwarves from listening to it, which is their dream heaven.

Combined with the murals, the steam-machined city came to their minds so vividly.

Harold clenched his fists and vowed to one day rebuild such a dwarf city.

When talking about this, Augustus' expression was full of pride and longing, and the wrinkled petals on his face seemed to bloom.

"Well, let's talk about it today. We will sacrifice the **** of steam, and the great life and death are dominated." Augustus got up and walked to the center of the hall, where there was an altar with strange patterns.

"Elder, is it really useful?" Mierna, a flax-haired girl, asked in confusion.

Augustus glared at her and said sternly, "Did we find the ancestor worshiping gods when we discovered this relic? They are so powerful and so smart, how can they do useless things? I I think that our civilization must be destroyed because it has been neglected by the **** of steam and abandoned by him, so we need to be more religious in order to regain his favor. "

"Yes, elder." In this desperate situation, any chance can let the dwarves light the torch of hope.

Therefore, all dwarves, including Harold, gathered in front of the altar, followed strange elders' gestures and movements, and danced inexplicably.

"Great **** of steam, your pious servant prays to you." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe and give rewards to the mobile network (), your support is my greatest motivation .)