Train to Another World.

Chapter 435 For the Future Generations
Li Zhuoguang glanced at Aruin and said, "Don't you know it yourself? You talk too much when you drink."

Aruin was stunned. He knew about this, but he didn't remember telling it last night?
Of course Aruin didn't say anything. Maybe this incident was a pain that he didn't want to talk about even when he was drunk. Li Zhuoguang knew it because he saw his memory last night while he was drunk.

That was his memory from a thousand years ago. After they initially repelled the elemental creatures, the surviving dwarves saw their loved ones resurrected, and they happily ran over to hug them.

Perhaps he hugged too tightly in his excitement and was scratched by the newly grown rock skin on the other person's body, so he began to show signs of petrification, as if he had been injured by an elemental creature.

Unfortunately, that person was unlucky and did not survive. His resurrected relatives were grief-stricken, and after repelling the elemental creatures, they sneaked out that night and committed suicide by lying under the forge hammer in the workshop.

When his tribesmen found him the next day, he had turned into debris on the ground, leaving only a core that looked like an elemental creature.

Since then, the dwarves who have returned from the dead have worn full-body armor that may not be as strong as their stone skins, but is worn more to protect those who come into contact with them.

Li Zhuoguang continued to deceive, "I won't hide it from you. If we succeed, you will most likely die. After all, it's hard to say whether you are dwarves or elemental creatures now."

Aruin sighed, "I know."

"You don't intend to keep us here, or give up the idea?"

Aruin shook his head. "I have thought about this many times myself. Did we die or survive? Now it doesn't matter. After all, I should have died a thousand years ago. Living another thousand years is already a gain.

Although we can survive now, I don't want my people to spend another thousand years in the castle. I hope that the newborn children can go out and see the grasslands and forests with their own eyes, and learn mining, forging, and brewing from their elders.

This is how a dwarf's life should be lived."

"So you're not going to stop us?"

"No, I won't stop you. I've already sacrificed my life for my people once, so I don't mind sacrificing it a second time. As I said just now, as long as it can help you, as long as it's in Black Rock Castle, you can take it."

The little stove turned back to its original form, stretched, and then lay down. Everyone jumped onto his back one after another, and the little stove also spread its wings made of flames. With a flap of its wings, it flew into the air.

Li Zhuoguang shouted at Aruin on the ground: "After you kill the elemental creatures, remember to collect their cores. Mash them into a paste and apply it to the wound. It can heal the wounds caused by the elemental creatures."

Aruin rubbed his eyes, and a strong feeling of regret surged in his heart. He couldn't help but ask himself, if he hadn't been hiding all this time, would he have found a way to cure the petrification curse earlier?

The small stove circled around Black Rock Castle twice, rose some altitude, and then flew towards the depths of the lava lake.

"Brother Li, look behind you." Pojun pulled the corner of Li Zhuoguang's clothes, and Li Zhuoguang looked back after hearing that.

At this time, the tower of Black Rock Castle was full of dwarves. In addition to the dwarf soldiers that Li Zhuoguang and his team had seen, there were also many dwarves in ordinary clothes. However, their faces were very haggard and their skin was pale.

Dwarves are supposed to be short and stocky, but the dwarves standing on the city wall have sunken cheeks, as if they are malnourished.

Li Zhuoguang understood that the dwarf soldiers they had seen before were transformed into elemental creatures a thousand years ago, so they still had the appearance of a thousand years ago. These dwarves who walked out of the castle were the true appearance of dwarves now.

Come to think of it, what kind of creatures can survive near the lava lake? These resurrected dwarf soldiers must have done their best to feed them.

The dwarves who came out, along with the dwarf soldiers, waved to Li Zhuoguang and the others. Aliana and the others also waved to them. Xiong Facai sighed, "This world needs to be fixed."

Xiong Facai patted the horn of the small stove, and the small stove flapped its wings violently and flew away at an accelerated speed.

Black Rock Castle, night.

Since being cursed with petrification thousands of years ago, Aruin and his companions have been resting less and eating less. So every night, Aruin is unwilling to lie in bed, but stays in the workshop to find something to do to kill time. Maiten walked into the workshop with a bunch of elemental creature cores: "I knew you were here, I went outside and found a lot of cores."

Aruin knocked on a stone mortar beside him that was filled with meat paste and said, "Don't try it. I've already tried it and it's of no use to us."

Maiten shrugged. "It's good to collect some and keep them for future use."

Maiten casually put the core into a box beside him and approached Aruin from behind. He was holding a stone slab and carving something on it with a carving knife.

Maiten looked closer and saw that Aruin was carving his own tombstone:
Aruin Okt Ferens... Kunta Black Rock

Born in Holy Era 1203, the Year of the Emerald.

Died in the 1st year of the Cataclysm, the Year of Obsidian.

Buried in Year of the Cataclysm 1033, the Year of the Amber.

Mining was slow, blacksmithing was mediocre, and brewing was just okay, but he loved them all.

Maiten paused and hesitated, "Is it too early to prepare my own tombstone now?"

Aruin stroked his tombstone with his rough hands, brushing away the stone chips on it: "If they succeed, we will probably die. I don't know if we will die immediately or struggle for a while.

But I don’t want to regret that my tombstone is not ready before I die.”

"That makes sense." Maiten nodded, squatted down and searched around, and found a large stone slab among the workshop's debris. He spread the stone slab flat on it and began to carve on it.

His carving skills were obviously better than Aruin's. With the chisel moving smoothly, it only took him a few moments to carve the acacia tree, which symbolizes bravery and fearlessness in dwarven culture, around the stone slab.

Aruin curled his lips in jealousy: "I have to remind you that tombstones are used to be inserted into graves, not to cover your sarcophagus. Why do you want such a big piece?"

Maiten did not look back, but said as he carved: "If we die, it means that the catastrophe has ended. Rather than letting the younger generations know who I am, it is more important to let them remember who ended the catastrophe."

As the stone chips flew, rough outlines began to appear on the large stone slab: two children, a short and stocky man, a sloppy bearded man, a beautiful elf, a weirdo with a strange hat, a cynical young man, and a fat gerbil on his shoulder.

Although it was just an outline, it was already quite fascinating. Aruin put his tombstone aside and prepared to go back to his room to rest:

"When you're done carving, remember to beautify my tombstone as well."

"You carved it so badly, you have to pay more."

"I am the city lord!"

"None of my business."

"I'm your biological brother!"

"My brother is giving me 20% off."

(End of this chapter)