Chapter 1456: : That warhammer

"Unexpectedly, as a dwarf, you still understand the language of the Nightmare Demon."
"Yes, the meaning of this name is indeed called Demon King."
There was a proud look on Stokal's face.
The entire Nightmare Demon Clan escaped from the Heavenly Abyss, and in the end only Stokal was left behind.
There is nothing wrong with being called a devil.
"Then let me see, what is the strength of your demon king?"
The old patriarch took a deep breath, then suddenly raised his right hand.
He also started to recite a series of complicated and obscure spells.
"Ok?"
Storkal looked at the old patriarch in surprise, and felt a slight vibration just as he wanted to do it.
It seems to be coming towards me.
And the direction from which the vibration came... was really outside the forging room.
"Warhammer of the dwarves, the dwarves are now in distress. I need your help."
"Now, as a member of the dwarf tribe, I call for your arrival!"
The old patriarch raised his right hand suddenly.
A loud noise suddenly came from outside the forging room, smashing the hard walls of the forging room.
Storkal looked back and saw a warhammer engraved with countless complex magic array patterns, flying over from behind him with a whistling force.
"Bang!"
Storkal subconsciously raised his hand to block, the flying warhammer, and the huge force on it, directly shook him back by two steps.
Then he broke away from Storkal's obstruction and came to the hands of the old patriarch.
"This is the warhammer of ancient times."
After all, Storkal is a strong man who has survived from the ancient times, even if he has been sealed under the sky in the middle.
But he is still very sensitive to the breath of ancient times.
"Yes, this is indeed a warhammer forged in ancient times."
"My ancestors had long expected that there would be such a day, so it took all of their life to forge this warhammer."
The old patriarch holds the warhammer in his hand, and his aura is completely different.
The sudden rise of momentum even shook Stokal's coercion back.
"Those guys still have this hand."
Stockal snorted coldly.
But it didn't mean any withdrawal.
If faced with an opponent at the pinnacle of heroes, plus a warhammer left over from the ancient times, Storkal would retreat.
At the beginning, he would not have crawled out of the sky.
The old patriarch did not speak, but stared at Stockal quietly.
This warhammer was the one that the dwarves enshrined in the sacrificial hall.
It is the warhammer that the dwarves have been handed down since ancient times.
This warhammer has witnessed the glory of the dwarves, and has gone through such a long time with the dwarves.
Since it was forged, it has been sealed in the sacrificial hall.
And now, it was finally taken out.
A warhammer belonging to the dwarven race.
"Come on! Fight!"
The old patriarch shouted loudly, his aura soaring again.
This time, the coercion that erupted from the old patriarch was a real powerhouse-level coercion.
"This, how is this possible?!"
"Your realm is obviously only the pinnacle of heroes!"
Stockall was shocked.
Because Stokar couldn't understand at all, why a hero-level peak guy could become a strong-level power in an instant.
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