Chapter 341

Beren is well aware that power comes from the heart of the people. The prestige he has spent so many years building cannot be completely overthrown at once.

As long as we can get the support of our ancestors, we can not only regain power, but also make the future road more smooth.

"Good boy, I hear you're reforming the class?" asked the dwarf ancestor.

Here we are

Belen knows that the class system that the dwarves have maintained for thousands of years was set by the ancestor, but he believes that this ancestor who can create great achievements is definitely not stupid. As long as he states the pros and cons, explains the harm of today's decadent class system to the dwarves and the new direction he plans, the ancestor will be able to weigh the pros and cons and support himself.

"Exactly." beren looked positive, and was about to blurt out his strategy, which had been brewing in his chest for many years, when he was suddenly interrupted by a loud drink.

"Bold." the dwarf ancestor shouted, and the red gold disk behind his head was full of light: "my king has set the foundation for the dwarves for all ages. Can you control it carelessly?"

The voice fell, and in beren's shocked look, the dwarf ancestor sat on the huge throne and punched out.

Bang~

Belen's heavily armed body was shot into the air and hit the wall of the palace hall like a shell.

When the guards and maids around saw this scene, they shouted in surprise.

The guards of the main hall can clearly see that the silver smelting armor covering the king's whole body has been sunken and twisted into a ball, embedded in the wall, and the brilliant king beren has turned into meat mud and returned to the earth under this fist.

The king is dead

Ancestors killed the king

"Hum, the order goes on. Belen eduken disobeyed the ancestral system, ignored the future of the dwarves, acted arbitrarily and recklessly, and has been executed by the king. If the others are like Belen, the whole family will be exiled." the dwarf ancestor said in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes." the bodyguard nearby dared not hesitate, nodded hurriedly, and immediately went to the Senate to inform.

When the king was executed, the Senate naturally announced such events to Ozma.

The elder and a group of nobles were still discussing how to let beren step down. Suddenly, they received the news that the king was dead and were stunned on the spot.

Before the Senate issued a notice, the dwarves of all classes who had been gathering in the square to statue the dwarves' ancestors had heard about the king's death through messages.

Different from the exultation of the aristocracy, the civilian class and the Dalits looked complex and wept in secret.

Beren's death, the next king, no matter who, can't be like beren.

In the future, the trade right is likely to be controlled by the aristocracy again, and the Dalits will always be Dalits, and it is difficult to turn over.

A dwarf with red eyes and a Dalit tattoo on his face suddenly pulled out his dagger, but the next second, he was caught by the old dwarf next to him.

The old dwarf held back the tears in his eyes and shook his head slightly.

The dwarf and the Dalit gnashed their teeth and finally inserted the dagger back into their waist.

If there is opposition and riots at this time, it will undoubtedly make the situation worse and become the enemy of our ancestors.

In any way, you can't do it at this time

In the next few days, the Senate counted the ten major crimes of the former dwarf Wang belun, including disrespect for his ancestors, disturbing trade and appointing Dalits, and deprived the eduken family of the right to inherit the throne, which was personally assumed by the first generation dwarf King Tudor Ozma.

Ten days later, with the efforts of all the dwarves, a huge sculpture up to 100 meters high stood up in the Senate Square.

Originally, even with the sculpture technology of dwarves, it would take at least half a year to complete a statue of this scale. However, in order to thank the ancestors for saving the dwarves, dwarves of all classes worked overtime and carved day and night, and finally completed this magnificent colossus.

On the same day that the Colossus was completed, the dark people attacked Ozma again.

In the presence of ferredon's reinforcements and the grey robed guardians who came to support, the first king of the motherland fought back all the incoming dark descendants with one person's strength, and the dead and injured dark descendants were everywhere.

In the process of retreat, the dark descendants destroyed all the sculptures of the past saints and ancestors along the way, except for the current king, the saint Tudor Ozma.

Soon, rumors began to spread in Ozma. King Tudor Ozma had already become a God, so he could return from the magma and bless Ozma.

Under the command of Tudor Ozma, the dwarf God, the dwarf kingdom will regain its glory and recover the territory lost for thousands of years.

In the face of such rumors, the Senate not only did not stop it, but also contributed to the flames.

Soon, there was an object on top of the ancestors and saints worshipped by the dwarves, that is, the dwarf God.

The news of the emergence of the dwarf God was not only in Ozma, but also spread to the major kingdoms on the surface of the earth.

Huishuang mountains, androst temple.

Pope St. Justina looked at the report in her hand and looked at the orange haired woman in front of her with helpless eyes.

"It's an eventful time. The mage's affairs have not been solved, the dry tide has appeared again, and now there is another dwarf God..." the Pope stroked her forehead with his left hand. The heavy academic affairs let her rest. She has insufficient eyes, and there are more wrinkles in the corners of her eyes than her peers.

"This dry tide has something to do with it, but the dwarf God needs to be investigated." the orange haired woman has a beautiful face and a tall figure. Her graceful figure is completely highlighted by her fine chain armour.

"Well, you've worked hard these days, leiliana. The dry tide is no small matter, and the dwarf God can't ignore it." the Pope nodded to the orange haired woman, her most powerful assistant and her intelligence manager.

"Yes, ma'am, it's all for the glory of the creator." leiliana walked out of the Pope's office with a gentle nod from her deer like eyes.

"How's it going? Tomorrow is the peace conference. Is everything ready?" a tall woman with short black hair and a long sword scar on her chin came up and asked leiliana.

"It's all right, but I'm afraid there will be more discussion in the next meeting," leiliana sighed.

"Has it been determined? Is it really a dry tide?" the black haired woman's eyes obviously revealed surprise.

"Yes, Cassandra, this is indeed a dry tide." leiliana's look is much more serious than when she was in the Pope's office: "you and I are well aware of the terrible dry tide. The next disaster must be the collective disaster faced by the whole tedas. At this time, I will not let the mage become a hidden danger of the whole continent."

Cassandra just heard leiliana's tone and smelled the smell of blood. She seemed to have seen the sharp blade out of her body.

He shook his head. Sure enough, the usual sunshine smile was just an illusion. Now what he saw was the true face of the left hand called the Pope and the nun nightingale.