Vol 2 Chapter 227: The tragic continuation of the race, in order to survive

Barren wasteland, deep in the distant mountains, in a valley surrounded by clouds all year round.
　　 In a small city that can accommodate three thousand people.
　　 "Patriarch Rabio, Prince Anakin has no information yet..."
　　 Marcy Wildhammer stood behind the Dwarf King with a very depressed expression.
　　 The king of the dwarf tribe, Rabio Wildhammer, stared at the dwarf who was carrying minerals on the street outside the window through the window of the small thatched hut with a serious expression.
　　 This is a city built by dwarves.
The dense fog above the height of five or six hundred blades covers the valley below for many years. Even if the orc wyvern flies into the dense fog, as long as it does not descend to a certain distance, it is impossible to notice the life in this huge valley of ten kilometers long and wide. With a group of dwarves.
　　 But now, this city that can avoid foreign enemies is no longer a dwarf.
　　 Rabiot's eyebrows drooped, his hands on the window, the veins on the back of his hands are exposed.
　　 The most prominent person on the street outside the window is not the dwarf, but the tall, hideous orc.
　　 Now, the beasts are the masters of the dwarven valley. When these irritable guys find that there are slow-moving dwarves, they will use a long whip to slap each other.
　　Slave, this is a title that Rabiot feels extremely humiliating.
　　 But now the dwarves are slaves to the orcs! !
　　 Thinking of this, a bit of uncontrollable anger flashed in the eyes of Rabiot wearing a black feather coat.
　　 They are a great Wildhammer tribe with the blood of a noble dwarf royal family, but now, a group of dirty and lowly orcs have enslaved them.
　　 This is a shame carved in the blood!
　　 The orcs must bear the anger of the dwarves! !
　　 "Anakin has Master Warren. I believe they will not have any major problems. Has the other team contacted the dwarves of the Southern Bronze Hammer Tribe?" Rabiot turned his head and looked at Marcy with scorching eyes.
　　 "No one can easily trample on the dignity of dwarves! I want these orcs to taste the wrath of dwarves!"
　　 Looking at Rabiot's dazzling eyes, Marcy fell silent suddenly.
　　 "King, the Tonghammer tribe moved out two hundred years ago, we still need time to find..."
　　 Hearing this answer, Rabiot couldn't help showing disappointed eyes. The Bronze Hammer tribe was the nearest dwarf tribe with as many as 50,000 people.
　　 Dwarves are a fighting race with all soldiers. Every dwarf is a powerful heavy infantry and possesses great power.
　　 Moreover, the Bronze Hammer tribe also has 3000 giant horn goat cavalry and 500 dwarf chariots, their strength is enough to start a large war.
　　 If the Copperhammer tribe knew what happened to the Wildhammer tribe, Rabiot believed that the opponent would send a powerful army to declare to the world that the dwarves were inviolable.
　　 The once most powerful kingdom of the dwarves was destroyed by the Demon of the Abyss hundreds of thousands of years ago. It was not until 100,000 years ago that the kingdom of the dwarves was re-established in the Wild Rock Mountains next to the storm sea.
　　 Hundreds of thousands of years of dispersion, the main plane of Glory has been filled with the footprints of dwarves, and there are countless dwarves like the Wildhammer tribe.
　　 The dwarven kingdom in the Barbarian Rock Mountains is too far away from them. Even if it is sailing by boat, it takes nearly half a year to reach it, and there is no way to ask for help.
　　 Therefore, Rabiot could only focus on the Bronze Hammer Tribe next to them.
"The relocation of the Wildhammer tribe was too sudden. We even found out that they had moved away from their premises after they moved and left for a year," Massi explained, "but we didn't pay attention to it at the time. We were looking for it for a while. After not finding it, I gave up.
　　 I want to find them now..." Massi shook his head with a wry smile before finishing talking.
　　The dwarf tribe has a stinking problem, that is, although they are extremely united in the face of foreign enemies, the tribes of each surname do not look at each other. Compared with the mutual relationship, they prefer to stay underground to mine and forge weapons.
　　 That's why they found out only one year after the other party moved out.
　　 "Don't give up searching, the Bronze Hammer Tribe is the only reinforcement at the moment, and the other dwarven tribes are too far away" Rabiot shook his head, his eyes flashing in thought.
　　"At the same time, if Anakin and Master Warren cannot be contacted, send other dwarves to find allies.
　　 Looking for the dwarf tribe cannot relax, and cannot give up contacting allies.
　　We need external support. "
　　 "Yes, my king" Marcy hammered his chest hard with his hands.
　　 At this moment, a figure with a height of 2.2 blades walked in from outside the house.
　　 That huge lion head explained the identity of the person who came, the king of the orc tribe-the lion clan.
　　The golden hair on the lion man is as mighty as a lion, and he wears a half-length armor covered with dark patterns. At a glance, he knows that it is produced by a dwarf.
　　 The two faint blue eyes are full of oppression. The hands are not human hands, but the claws of wild beasts.
　　 "The king of dwarves, next month we need you to forge 5000 sets of armor and 5000 weapons..."
　　 The lingua franca of the glory of the orc king is very majestic, and the tone is beyond doubt.
　　 Massi looked at the orc king in front of him with an angry face, and roared, "The greedy orc!! Impossible!!
　　 The dwarf tribe does not have such a strong forging ability. The 3000 sets of armor forged this month have been forged by the dwarf tribe with all the ore in stock!
　　2000 sets, up to 2000 sets! ! And the weapon can only provide 1000 handles! "
　　 Karp Lion shook his head sarcastically.
　　 "Dwarf, this is not a discussion with you, this is an order!"
　　 After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the dwarf king Rabio, who was dressed in a black feather coat, even if he became a slave.
　　 "The king of the dwarves, I hope you can recognize the facts. The dwarves are now my slaves. If you seem to be treated better, please cooperate."
After 　　 finished speaking, he gave Rabiot a meaningful look.
　　 "Don't think about playing tricks under the eyelids of the orcs, Dwarf King, you are a smart person, I believe you will choose the right path."
After 　　 finished speaking, he waved his hand and turned to leave this dark and dilapidated thatched cottage.
　　 Only two dwarves with extremely ugly expressions remained in the house.
　　 Rabiot suddenly lifted his black feather coat and threw it on the ground. The linen clothes inside were densely bound with dozens of Forbidden Chains.
　　 A little coldness flashed in the eyes of Rabio, whose lips were slightly pale, but the dwarf king didn't say anything more.
　　 The weak will whine helplessly, and the dwarves will use blood to repay the shame.
　　Ma Xi saw this scene and fell silent in vain.
　　 The dwarves now have no room for resistance.
　　
　　 After the orc king Karp, who turned to leave, walked out of the house, he walked out of another house with a figure that was as tall as Karp. [
　　 was covered in mottled gray animal skins, and his strong muscles covered with scars were faintly revealed as he walked, and a huge tail was swinging behind him.