Chapter 130

The hustle and bustle of the dwarf village suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Followed by a burst of tension!

"Warcraft! Warcraft is attacking again!"

"Where's the guard?"

A dwarf pointed to some red faced guys next to him: "isn't the guard here?"

Elder durum was stunned: "wait - they're coming to the beer party too! Who's guarding the gate?"

Silence, followed by an uproar!

"Don't panic!"

At the moment, elder durum gave full play to his role and shouted, "it's just a group of Warcraft that can't form a climate. Will the people of the earth be afraid of them?"

"Boom!"

A flaming fireball was falling in front of elder durum, and the splashing molten liquid scorched half of his beard.

Don can guarantee that durum's expression at the moment is the most wonderful face changing magic he has ever seen.

Elder durum's face changed from red to white, from white to blue, from blue to purple. Finally, he couldn't help roaring and grabbed his cast-iron crutch: "my precious beard! These damn bastards!!! I'm going to kill them!"

Elder durum roared and rushed out.

Donne and Brian looked at each other and stood up to help.

"Ah --"

Hearing a scream, elder durum flew back like a shell, got up from the ground and shouted angrily: "Damn it - not only Warcraft! But also those cavemen! They drove the Warcraft group to attack!"

"Cavemen! How dare they!"

The dwarves were shocked and then became angry: "how dare the cavemen ruin our beer party? Kill them!"

Cave dwellers are not human beings, but humanoid creatures. They have simple wisdom. They have no complete language and social structure. They live in caves with clans as units and live by wild fruits and hunting weak animals.

In short, just like primitive people.

What dwarves like to do most is to dig holes in the mountains. Naturally, they become enemies of life and death with cave dwellers - unilateral.

The dwarves didn't even regard the Neanderthals as enemies because they didn't deserve them.

Therefore, the dwarves immediately became angry when they heard that the cavemen dared to drive the Warcraft to the door.

"Wait!"

Donne was sensitive and noticed the unusual smell: "doesn't it mean that the Neanderthals have no wisdom? How can they know how to drive Warcraft to attack you?"

"They all came to the door. Who cares so much!"

As a dwarf, it's a shame to be beaten to the door by cavemen!

All the dwarves shared weal and woe and felt deeply insulted. After drinking the last glass of beer under intensive attacks, they grabbed the guys and roared out to fight.

Warlike Brian, of course, didn't want to fall behind. He grabbed the hammer and rushed up.

Donne looked around. Good guy, the whole dwarf village didn't fight except those young dwarves who didn't have combat effectiveness. Even those dwarf women bravely took up arms and rushed out to fight.

"All the children come to me! Let's go to the basement and take shelter for a while. The battle will be over soon!"

Donne realized what the elder trum really did in the village

[wow...]

Nora pulled Donne's hair and stared: [I can't tell which of them is smaller...]

As Nora said, to be honest, male dwarfs are all bearded, and it's hard for Donne to tell which are children. He can only reluctantly judge them from their size.

"Human beings! Yes, it's you. Come along!"

"Me?"

Donne smiled, "no, I'll help out."

"Hum!"

Elder durum snorted coldly and said with a smelly face, "this is a battle between our dwarves and cavemen. This shame must be washed by the dwarves themselves. What's it to ask you to help?"

"Besides, it's just a mere caveman. It's not an enemy at all!"

So who just got shot off?

A dwarf boy looked at durum innocently: "elder, why did you just fly?"

GoodJob！ Well done, boy! I watch you!

"I, I, that's because I'm old! That's right!"

While urging them to run to the basement, elder durum said righteously: "if I were young, I could kill them all alone!"

"Eh?" another dwarf girl was stunned. "Elder, you don't seem to be as old as my father?"

Donne looked at the embarrassed elder durum and couldn't help grinning. Can it be said that dwarf children are born with poisonous tongue? Make complaints about one more than one.

"Stop talking nonsense! Get in!"

The angry elder durum simply used his feet and kicked them into the basement one by one. Fortunately, the dwarves are a fighting nation, and these children won't be hurt.

"Don't you really need my help?"

Donne looked back at the entrance of the village. The war over there looked fierce.

"No, not at all -"

"Boom!"

There was a dull noise in the basement, and then the children exclaimed, "elder! The caveman has dug a hole and drilled in!"

Elder durum was stunned.

Donne suddenly burst into flames in his hands and raised his eyebrows: "now?"

"Please!"

Elder durum knew he was not the opponent of the caveman and immediately withdrew what he had just said.

At the next moment, Donne suddenly appeared in the dusty basement. You don't have to look. Where the cavers who drilled the hole hid was very clear in your mind. The flame split. A fireball roared and hit the cavers like a directional tracking missile, which was light and easy to lift and blew them to pieces.

Looking at the dark tunnel on the wall, Donne spread out his right hand. A fireball flew into the tunnel and exploded in the tunnel with a dull sound of "boom"!

The caveman who was rushing here was unlucky and was hit by the fireball.

"How awesome!"

Elder durum, who followed in, just saw this scene and marveled: "I didn't expect you to be such a powerful magician!"

"My name is Donne."

"Oh, I know, Brian said."

"Then you call me 'human'?"

"Used to... Can this fireball blow them up?"

"Believe me, there is no problem in the world that cannot be solved by firing a fireball -"

At this time, a caveman rushed over against a burning red metal ore, and elder durum looked at Donne.

"- if so, two."

Donne pulled the corners of his mouth, and suddenly a more profound fireball came out of his hand. The fireball flew over and directly penetrated the ore, exploded all the cave people behind and burned to ashes.

Endless Neanderthals can easily make people feel bored. This creature has nothing else, but its reproductive ability is amazing. It's like cutting leeks. It's lucky that they have no wisdom and have no signs of evolution for nearly 10000 years. Otherwise, prandal would have been the world of Neanderthals for a long time.

Donne went to the wall, patted the wall, and then the tunnel dug by the cavemen was closed again.

"Turn mud into stone."

Donne gently touched the mud wall, and a wave of magic spread out. Then the soil within a few meters around the basement solidified into hard stones. Under the action of Donne's magic, the firmness of this stone is even comparable to that of metal.

"There should be no problem here. Let me go up and have a look."

Donne nodded at elder durum and flew out of the basement very smartly.

"Wow! The magic is really powerful!"

A dwarf boy looked adored, and then suddenly said, "I've decided! I don't want to learn forging! I want to be a magician!"

"Bastard!"

Elder durum slapped him to the ground: "you dwarf don't learn forging well, what magic do you learn! You're not a rune dwarf!"

"Who stipulates that only Rune dwarves can learn magic!"

The dwarf boy looked unconvinced: "I have to learn!"

"Your father will be so angry with you when he knows!"

Elder durum stopped caring about him after saying that. In his opinion, it was just a whim of a teenager. When he found that he couldn't feel the magic at all, he was expected to give up.

However, he didn't know that the boy's pursuit of magic was extremely firm. After finding that he couldn't understand magic, he came up with a set of methods to enable ordinary dwarves to use magic by studying Rune dwarves. This profession was called Rune master by later generations, but these are digressions, which are omitted.

"Big brother! Where have you been? Give me a hand!"

Brian was overjoyed when he saw Donne. Just for a moment, he was in a mess. Other dwarves nearby were also disheartened. They were beaten by those Warcraft and cavemen

Donne looked surprised. There was something wrong with the situation.

"The situation is a little abnormal!"

A dwarf guard was very depressed and said, "the attack of Warcraft is much stronger and fiercer than before. Even those cavemen are crazy."

"I'm afraid the caveman shaman has mastered the way to drive these Warcraft, so they want to occupy this area."

"No, no, even if it is true, these Warcraft will not be so fierce. It feels like they have completely lost their reason."

Lost your mind?

Donne frowned and vaguely had a bad feeling. He looked at those crazy attacking cavemen outside. He drove the master's hand to catch a caveman. After looking at the caveman carefully, he waved and pinched it into pieces.

"Sure enough..."

Donne frowned and said, "although it's very slight, the cave dwellers have traces of being polluted by the power of chaos, and those Warcraft are almost the same. I'm afraid they don't master the way to drive Warcraft, but are polluted by the power of chaos, so they are regarded as the same kind."

"The power of chaos!"

The dwarves were surprised: "is there a door of chaos open near here?"

[Nora?]

Donne let out a cry.

Nora leaned lazily over Donne's head and arched: [didn't feel it... It may be small, so it's closed naturally...]

I see

"I don't feel the smell of the chaos gate around here. It may have closed naturally," Donne said