Chapter 135

"Wait, wait! I need to stroke..."

Donne waved his hand again and again and began to think hard.

Why did he think Brian might be a dwarf prince?

He said he was 108?

The immortal Warhammer of the king of mountains, the blood of the dwarf king?

Is there anything else besides these?

Seems to be gone?

No, and!

Since he met Brian, whether he left the dwarf country to take risks, or his broken habit of talking and fighting, or being captured by mountain bandits because of sleepiness, all these habits are the bad habits of immature young people, which gives Donne a hint that Brian is very young among dwarves.

Usually, his various behaviors are sending such a message to Donne. Over time, Donne acquiesces that he is actually a dwarf prince.

Who would have thought that such an unreliable guy would be the former dwarf king?

"Well, I probably understand..."

Don took a deep breath. "Brian, didn't you say you were 108?"

"Er..."

Brian avoided Donne's eyes.

"My husband, he should be 566 years old this year."

Selma finished and looked at Brian with a smile: "honey, what do you mean you're 108? Do you want to say that you're younger and easy to cheat other little girls?"

"I just, just, just want to relive the feeling of my youth!"

Brian stuck his neck and said, "absolutely no other idea!"

good heavens! Although it can't compare with egwin, it's also an antique!

Donne's eyes twitched. Such a guy over 500 years old was like a little fart child who didn't grow up every day

Even his children can't fight

"Man, my father, he must have caused you a lot of trouble. I'm sorry for that."

Durandon said apologetically to Donne, "please forgive me. He has always been such an asshole."

"Brian," said Donne with a strange look on his face, "what did you do to make your son so angry?"

Then Donne looked at the dwarves who had just watched the play. They must know Brian, but they didn't come out to stop him when they saw that the former king had been beaten. This shows how angry Brian was.

"Nothing, nothing..."

Brian's eyes were shining, and it was obvious that there was a ghost in his heart.

"How dare you say!"

Duranden was furious: "you bastard put the crown on my head while I was sleeping, and then slipped away!"

"I walked outside after I got up. Damn it, all the dwarves thought you gave up the throne to me!"

"I'm still confused, so I was placed on the throne by the Presbyterian. I haven't even gone out of the gate of forging hammer Castle since that day!"

"If you hadn't fooled me, I might have broken through the master level understanding field and become a strong man!"

"Not only that, you also took away the immortal hammer of the king of mountains! Throughout the 10000 year history of the dwarf country, your shameless behavior can also be ranked in the top three!"

That is... Wait!? Donne's face stiffened. He's such an unreliable bastard to rank in the top three!? What did the top two dwarf kings do!?

"That is to say," even Selma complained, "even if you don't want to be king, you can step down and enter the Presbyterian Council..."

Brian immediately resisted: "asshole! I'm not going to the Presbyterian Council!"

"There's nothing wrong with joining the Presbyterian -"

When Donne finished subconsciously, he suddenly remembered what Brian said about the elders when he was in slag village, so he immediately shut up.

"Hum! I'm Brian hammer who wants to walk the world and become a legendary dwarf! How can I willingly enter the Presbyterian Council to provide for the elderly and manage those trivial things all day? I'm not old!"

Brian inadvertently exposed his ambition. Durandon and Selma looked at each other and shook their heads and sighed.

"When it comes to becoming a legend, duranden is almost the same, but your talent..."

Selma tried to stop talking. It seemed that she couldn't bear to attack her husband, but durandon was not so polite. After being cheated by his father for so many years, he finally caught the opportunity to vent today.

"You want to be a legend?"

Duranden sneered, "you are 566 years old this year. Since you were 128 years old, you still stay at the silver level. Don't you know what talent you are?"

"Nonsense!"

Brian stubbed his neck and said, "it was all your grandfather's pit! If he hadn't pit me and made me king of dwarves, I would have become a legendary hero!"

"You know you've been trapped?"

Duranden continued to sneer: "my talent is better than you. Can't you deny it? I'm just 200 years old, but I'm already at the gold level 9. If you didn't pit me, I'd be at the master level now - do you think I'll tell my son that his master cheated me, so I'll be at the gold level all my life?"

"That's your son. It's none of my business..."

Anyway, the left and right couldn't escape. Brian simply broke the jar, rolled his eyes and began to pretend to be dead.

Duranden was so angry that he raised his fist and was ready to continue to fight: "you bastard!"

"Calm down, calm down..."

Although he didn't want to meddle in their family affairs, Donne had actually guessed Brian's idea.

"King durandon, in fact, if he really doesn't care about you at all, why does he come back?"

Yes, if Brian was worried that durandon would catch him back, he could stay in Ellington and wouldn't even mention the recruitment of dwarves, but he did, and he came to hammer castle with Donne.

Along the way, he didn't even mention what might happen back to hammer castle. Donne only saw happiness and expectation on his face.

What would that be?

Of course, it's the expectation of seeing your family.

This is so proud

Donne sighed and continued, "he actually loves you very much, but after all, he is an elder and can't wipe away his face. How can there be a father who doesn't love his children?"

Durandon glared at Brian: "there's one here!"

"In fact, think about it from another angle," Donne smiled. "You can understand that he is testing you?"

"Test?"

"Yes, if you want to be a strong person, you must have a corresponding mood. If you can't have a strong mood, how can you control your strength? Mood has always been a difficult problem to exercise. However, becoming a king can exercise your mood well."

Donne began to talk seriously and nonsense: "if you can be competent for the position of king of the dwarf Kingdom, make your people live a happier life and experience their joys, sorrows and joys, your mood will naturally become stronger and easier to control your own power. Of course, it will be natural to break through the realm in the future."

"Mood... Test... Emotions..."

Durandon listened to Donne's words and suddenly stayed there. In his mind, the things he had experienced in the past years flashed one by one, with happy smiles, sad tears, unyielding perseverance and confused confusion

As those pictures flashed quickly, the blood and gas force in durandon began to work quickly.

"No, that's right!"

Brian was overjoyed and said very seriously, "I'm testing you! If you can't pass the test - durandon?"

"Pa pa..."

A burst of applause broke out. When they looked back, a dwarf with muscles and a firm face like a rock stepped forward, with a thick smile on his face: "yes, mood... This word is the first time I have heard, but I have to say that you are right. A strong mood is indeed the quality that a strong person must have."

Brian clenched his teeth and said, "Abram, did you come to see my joke?"

"Why, I'm glad to see you."

"But your face is full of schadenfreude... Damn it, if you hadn't encouraged me, I wouldn't have become the dwarf king of laoshizi, and I wouldn't have been left so far by you!"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Before Brian scolded him, Abram blinked and said, "don't disturb durandon. This human word has made him understand. Now is the critical moment."

"What!?"

Brian was shocked and said, "I couldn't beat him before, but now he's going to break through again!? that's enough!? no! I must destroy -"

"Stay honest!"

Abram looked at him, and Brian froze there. He was furious: "Abram, you bastard!"

Abram looked back at Donne: "Hello, Human Mage, I'm Abram anvil. Welcome to the dwarf country."

"Hello, I'm Donne, Lord of Ellington."

Donne saluted to Abram. The name of Abram anvil made him feel a little familiar. It seemed that he had heard the name in the game before, but he couldn't remember it.

Abram smiled and said, "what you said just now has made me gain a lot. As a thank you, I can make you a piece of equipment. If you want to be ready, you can prepare materials and come to me at any time."

"I shouldn't... Wait, wait! Abram? Abram. Anvil?"

Donne was stunned, his pupils tightened suddenly, and stared at the dwarf covered with ashes in front of him: "Abram thunder hammer!?"

"Have you heard the name?"

Abram was stunned: "I didn't expect that humans still know me after I haven't been out for so many years... You're a mage, didn't gene tell you?"

"Jean Augustine Lord of the stars and the moon? No, I don't know him."

Donne shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Abram is a legendary hero of the dwarves and a great forging master. Unfortunately, he is not a rune dwarf, otherwise he will be a divine craftsman.

When such a famous person stood in front of him, he didn't recognize it for the first time

But there's no way. Who makes Abram not a beauty?

Of prandal's five most famous legendary heroes, Donne's most attention is, of course, the only woman, egwin.

Who makes him a real elf control.