Chapter 334 – Village (9)
Dwarves were screaming in the acrid dust. The Dwarves who fell after being blown up by the wind pressure were complaining of pain, holding on to their broken limbs. Theoter swung his mace once more, as if his anger his was still not resolved. Following the trajectory of the mace, a gray wind blew through the ground.
The other army that had not yet fled was swept away by the storm and turned into a cloud of blood. The Dwarf King bit his foam as he watched his army collapse helplessly. Blood was pouring from where his arms were. There was no Dwarf who became calm in the face of imminent death. In the place where the soldiers had been, only two streams of the red river remained.
“Bad guys.”
Theoter opened his mouth. Her face her was gloomy. The few remaining knights were running away with the king in a hurry. But the king’s face was pale, and his eyes were dim, and he already looked hopeless. Theoter muttered as he watched the dwarves recede like dots.
“The real bad guys.”
She sat down on the floor again. I sat next to her and pondered over her future work her. Since the army of the Dwarf Kingdom was destroyed and the supply of magic stones was cut off, the survival of the Dwarf Kingdom itself was in jeopardy. I came to receive training, but I was caught up in an annoying situation.
After waiting for her to calm down again, I spoke again.
“Theoter. What are you going to do now?”
“I don’t know. What should I do now? Hey, why did you guys come to see me? Did you come just to be my friend?”
Theoter asked. I thought I should act on my original purpose here. Originally, A.A and I’s goal was to become stronger through training from Theoter. I said to Theoter.
“Theoter. In fact, we wanted to be trained by you.”
“Training?”
Theoter’s eyes widened at the word training. Ay Ay nodded her head too. Theoter himself said as soon as he saw us, ‘If only we had been in good shape, we would have trained harder’. In addition, Artie told Theoter that he would train him if he went to see him. For Theoter, it meant that there was a systematic process of practice to some extent.
Theo Terr looked at us blankly and nodded his head.
“It will be fun.”
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Donzalo, a Dwarf diplomat living in the Mage Tower, felt a weak earthquake shaking the Mage Tower from the morning and frowned. He was known for being arrogant and hot-tempered even among the dwarves with a bad temper. As soon as he got up, he urged his attendants to ask why the earthquake was happening in the mage tower.
The poor ignorant servant flew down the stairs, his legs trembling.
Meanwhile, the Mage Tower was also dispatching people to investigate the cause of the huge earthquake that occurred in the direction of the Dwarven Kingdom. When the skilled armed wizards rushed into the dwarf realm, they couldn’t help but be stunned by the disastrous return of corpses in carts and the sound of song that resonated throughout the realm.
The king of the dwarven kingdom was lying in his carriage, his breath had already stopped. The ironclad wagon that the Dwarven Kingdom boasted was strong enough to withstand any attack and break through hundreds of thousands of troops. However, the image of the king with his arms blown open and his eyes wide open looked shabby, as if that meant nothing.
After the wizards confirmed that the Dwarf king was dead, the first thing they checked with the Dwarves was the status of the manastone mine. However, neither the dwarves scattered on the floor nor the howling dwarves could give them an understandable answer.
“God, a monster has appeared! Blow the floor! And only burst! That that! The wind blows everywhere!”
“It rained steel from the sky and all my friends died!”
“Half of the soldiers died with one gesture!”
The wizard couldn’t understand their answer. It was because they were telling absurd stories that could only come from old legends. The sorcerers thought they were all mad with the loss of their king. The wizards decided to go and check it out for themselves.
The road to the Magic Stone Mine on horseback was accompanied by miserable screams and crows. The smell of rotating corpses caught the air and made me feel unpleasant. The wizards tried to get rid of the smell by covering their noses with hoods or using magic, but they couldn’t come to their senses because of the smell of rotten blood pouring from all sides and crows crowing madly.
The warm wind from the garden kept the body at a temperature suitable for rotating. Maggots were infesting the top of the sunny garden. Even the perforated mountains looked like holes eaten by worms. The wizards seemed to be losing their minds. They could see some dwarves burying the bodies and thieves stealing from the bodies.
The wizards thought that the Dwarf kingdom was not in the mood to dispose of the corpses here. The wizards were able to lift their heads and check the manastone mine only after removing the muddy and muddy flesh from their shoes. Many of these people had seen magicite mines up close.
Originally, the magic stone mine was a palace-like place where magic stones were enshrined. Unlike other mountain ranges, where the wind was blown open due to numerous ore mining, gigantic rocks stood solidly like a castle wall along the smooth ridge without any scars, befitting a place to enshrine precious magic stones.
“What is this…”
And below that was a village. There were peddlers sitting huddled together like followers of the magic stone mine. Merchants sold tools with magic stones or deceived tourists by telling lies that they were special products of magic stone mines.
The tavern was full of ambitious adventurers, and tough Dwarf guards were everywhere watching the passing Dwarves with fierce eyes. Wizards standing all over the street inspected the quality of the magic stone products with hard faces.
“What the hell happened?”
“Did a monster really appear?”
However, in this place, which was once a magic stone mine, there was no trace of its former brilliance. When it rained, bright red blood flowed down the gutter for draining water. The place that used to be a village could no longer find traces of human life.
There were rotating corpses on the floor, and the place where the tavern used to be full of empty bottles. The entrance to the magic stone mine was devastated as if a bomb had exploded, so it was impossible to guess that this was a mine. It was just a tragedy to be here.
The wizards clutched their heads and gnashed their teeth. It was because I couldn’t believe the tragedy that happened in front of my eyes. If the mining of the Manastone Mine was stopped, the Manastone needed for the experiment that would be in a month’s time could not be obtained. They clicked their tongues and quickly turned their heads. It was because I had to deliver this terrible news to the Mage Tower.
The day at the Mage Tower was very busy, but it was moving exceptionally more urgently depending on the day. It was because the Dwarf Kingdom, which was the main source of magic stone, was unable to mine magic stones, so they had to find a new source of supply. However, there was no way to obtain magic stones as high quality and rich in magic as the Dwarf Kingdom.
Dwarf diplomat Donzalo was also in a state of trembling, unable to act as usual. It was because a dwarven source informed him of the terrible tragedy that had occurred in the dwarven kingdom, along with the wizards who had come running like the wind. The news was that the manastone mine was destroyed and no more manastone could be mined, the king had died, and most of the elite Dwarven army had been annihilated.
As he bit his nails, he thought about the diplomat in the Mage Tower and the attendants in the Mage Tower, whom he usually treated harshly. For the Mage Tower, the only existence value of the Dwarf Kingdom was magic stone mining. Without that, there was no reason to bring a Dwarf diplomat into the Mage’s Tower and treat him so luxuriously.
“Sickness…”
Donzalo frowned and looked at him anxiously. The magic tower said it was in a confidential meeting and was not letting Donzalo go outside. Donzalo looked outside the mage tower with his shoulders shaking. The Dwarven Kingdom seen through the window of the Mage Tower was extremely peaceful. But beyond that lies tragedy and screaming.
The sound of the door to the Mage Tower conference room located deep inside was opened. Donzalo put his sensitive ears to the door and wanted to hear what was being said. In Donzalo’s quarters, which was located near the conference room, he could feel all the signs of the wizards coming and going from the conference room.
A knock was heard. Before Donzalo could answer, the door opened. Donzalo, who had put his ear to the door, stunned and rolled on the floor. The wizard stared at Donzalo, who was lying on the floor with a hard face.
“Diplomat Donzalo.”
It was a much more rigid tone than usual. Donzalo could sense that his situation had plummeted even in the way he spoke. Originally, the name Donzalo was called in the Magic Tower was ‘Dwarf Diplomat Donzalo’. However, there was no reason to add the character ‘Nim’ anymore. Donzalo, a high-ranking member of the Dwarf Kingdom, knew better that the Magic Stone Mine could not be restored.
Said the wizard.
“I have obtained information that the magic stone mine has been completely destroyed. Can you recover it?”
“If you give me time… See, maybe it can be repaired…”
Donzalo slurred his words.
“When I looked up my information, there was a story that a Dwarf king knelt down and begged for a magic stone from a certain demon. Is this related to the magic stone mine?”
Donzalo shut his mouth. The wizard waited for his answer.
“Please leave immediately. Donzalo Diplomat. If you can’t trade magic stones, you can’t be here either.”
Donzalo felt his eyes his darken. It was because he felt that the dwarf kingdom was over. No military, no magic stones. There were no kings, no mines to mine. All that was left for the Dwarves was despair.
They would still live as members of the continent, but it was a fact that even Samcheok Dongja could know that it would not be as good as before. A long sigh spread out. The attendant who always trembled in front of him kicked and laughed. But Donzalo could not be angry with the attendant. It was because the moment he got angry with the attendant, he had a sad feeling that even a strand of authority he had would be destroyed.
