Madam Vasaki happened to be preparing for the opening of her tailor shop when she suddenly sensed the intense magical wave. Although it was far away, the wave was as obvious as a lighthouse in the dark to a level ten powerhouse. More importantly, she sensed Salia's magical wave at the same time!
Every Magician's magic had its own unique trace and wave when it was released, just like a person's fingerprint. It was difficult for two to be exactly the same.
Madam Vasaki had watched Salia grow up and was naturally familiar with her magical wave. The moment she sensed it, she immediately rushed over and saved the situation at the last moment.
After receiving the letter delivered by the messenger, Madam Vasaki did not open it. Instead, she sighed softly to calm herself down and put the letter into her space pocket. Then, she pulled the two little girls whose eyes were a little red and swollen and walked into many rooms.
Many felt that he was in a very realistic dream.
He seemed to be taller than usual, and he was standing straight in a very large palace.
Many felt that the scenery around him was a little blurry and not very real, but he also felt that these things really existed.
He looked around. The white floor was as smooth as a mirror, and an ancient and solemn atmosphere assaulted his senses.
However, there was not a single person here. The spacious palace was empty, and not a single person could be seen.
"Where is this place?"
Many tried to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all.
He looked down at his hands, only to find that they were pale and slender. His skin and flesh tightly wrapped around his long bones, but there was a slight bulge at the knuckles.
He turned his palms over, but he didn't see the skin that he had imagined. Instead, he saw a very strange layer of skin formed by overlapping scales.
His sharp fingernails were sticking out, and there were some abrasion marks on them. He looked like the vampires in the movies, and he had a murderous aura.
Many raised his head and seemed to have thought of something. He turned around abruptly, and saw a tall throne behind him!
This is?
He was very confused. He wanted to reach out and touch the throne that was only a few meters away from him, but he felt as if there was a force blocking him, and his body was locked in place.
The design of the throne could only be described with one word — simple and unadorned.
The white stone throne stood like a lonely tombstone in the center of the spacious palace, but it didn't seem out of place at all. It was as if the throne had been there since the beginning of the palace's construction.
What was even more intense was that the entire palace seemed to be a foil to this throne.
Many people stared at the throne, and a familiar feeling arose in their hearts.
Faint and indistinct, there was a strong desire in his mind — he wanted to sit on that throne!
However, his body was unable to move even half a step. He struggled in vain, only to discover that the scenery around him gradually became blurry and finally disappeared.
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Messi walked briskly on the outskirts of Sibor Castle. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky and entered a quiet village with a torch in his hand.
The chirping of the insects made the small village even more quiet.
Messi carefully followed the path and arrived in front of a large house with a nervous heart.
"Tut tut."
He stopped in front of the door and gently knocked on the seemingly inconspicuous wooden door.
After a few minutes, there was no response from inside the house.
Messi wiped the sweat from his forehead and nervously reached out his hand to knock twice.
"Tut tut."
There was a response from inside the house this time. First, there was a murmur from afar, but he couldn't understand what was said. The voice was low and with a strong sense of impatience, as if it was very angry that someone had disturbed him.
The wooden door was pulled by a strong force and suddenly opened with a creak, revealing the scene inside.
There were piles of iron ore everywhere, a few abandoned anvils, and a smelting furnace — the furnace looked very strange, very different from the furnaces in the blacksmith's shops in Sibor, and much shorter.
Messi stretched out his hand and pulled at his collar. Although the weather was not hot, his nervous sweat had soaked his collar. When he saw the wooden door open, he immediately bent his body to almost ninety degrees, and said to the person who opened the door, "Master Daugen, please forgive me for visiting you in the middle of the night!"
"Do you not understand what I said?
I don't want to see anyone!
Hurry up and leave, Rollier's beard, what time is it? "
The person who answered him was only a little more than half of Messi's height, and he looked about 1.4 meters, but his arms were thick enough to touch Messi's thighs. In general, the person who was called "Master Daugen" had a standard square body — his long arms hung below his knees, his shoulders were ridiculously wide, and his steel-like muscles stood out with only a thin linen shirt.
A pair of feet bigger than the average person stepped on a pair of worn-out straw sandals, and one could clearly see the pitch-black skin on his feet that had changed color due to prolonged exposure to the high temperature.
Messi looked up a little, and the distinctive features of the big face reflected in his eyes — first, the big red nose, as if it was swollen, took up most of the surface area of his face, and his high cheekbones and thick beard made him look like a wild man in the forest.
Obviously, "Master Daugen" was a dwarf.
It was extremely unusual for a dwarf to appear here — in Saint-Rames and the Elven Empire, there were basically no dwarfs, because these self-proclaimed children of the gods did not care to interact with other races.
However, although they were arrogant, they were not arrogant.
In the Battle of the Abyss three thousand years ago, the dwarfs mobilized the entire race at the last moment to launch the shocking "Red Valley Raid" against the core army of the Abyss Race, causing great damage to the strength of the main force of the Abyss Race, which directly led to the collapse of the Abyss Race in the subsequent battle!
In the great war of that year, every dwarf warrior was a hero who could fight against ten enemies alone!
Although they were short, they were born with divine strength and wielded war hammers and battle axes that were said to have been forged from the power of the gods. They fought fiercely against the abyssal soldiers that covered the mountains and plains. Although the dwarves refused to join the elves, humans, goblins, trolls, and other races that formed an alliance, they used their outstanding combat power to forcibly resist the abyssal army of a hundred thousand with only thirty thousand people!
After the battle, the invaders of the Abyss Race deeply understood what it meant to be a "tough bone".
After that shocking battle, the dwarfs withdrew from the battlefield with only 5,000 injured and sick people, but nearly 80,000 of the core army of the Abyss Race were permanently lying on the Asura battlefield, which later became known as the "Red Valley Meat Grinder".
Perseverance, arrogance, stubbornness.
These were the dwarfs, the children of the gods.
But at this moment, Daugen was very angry that someone interrupted his sleep. Dwarfs only worked when the sun appeared in the sky, and the rest of the time, they only did three things: eat, sleep, and drink.
With one hand grabbing the big beard that hung down to his chest, Daugen stared at his eyes, which were almost covered by his big nose, as if deciding how to deal with this annoying visitor.