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The continent of Bestar.

Dragonhammer Town.

This is a small town of dwarves located on the northwest side of the continent. Although it is called a dwarf town, not all the residents are dwarves; dwarves make up only about 20% of the population.

There were mostly humans and orcs.

However, the town was originally built by dwarves, and its special industries have always been controlled by them.

Over time, this place became known as Dragonhammer Town, under the jurisdiction of the dwarven forces.

The town is now controlled by a prominent merchant among the dwarves, the Silver Dwarf Wisbrutor.

At this moment, in the Dragon Hammer Merchant Guild, the elderly Wisbruto was slamming his fist on the table in front of him, roaring angrily.

"Impossible! We must not side with them! This is a blatant breach of the contract, a breach of the contract we made with their ancestors!"

With his roar, his long, snow-white beard fluttered wildly, as if venting his inner rage.

“But Father, we can’t withstand the onslaught of the Unicorn Clan at all,” said his eldest daughter, a dwarf who looked much like the dwarfs except that she had no beard.

Hearing his daughter's words, Wiesbrutó glared at her fiercely: "Even so, I will never compromise! Does he intend to break the covenant established by our ancestors?"

The eldest son of the other dwarf beside him spoke up helplessly: "Of course he can disobey, Father. Have you forgotten? Broken Horn won the position of clan chief through a bloody duel."

Upon hearing this, Westbrook's expression froze instantly, and he could only curse angrily, "Damn barbarian!"

The Unicorn Clan is part of the Orc Empire, and its territory is only a few dozen kilometers away from Dragonhammer Town, with close ties to the town.

The members of this clan are mostly giant orcs with a single horn on their noses.

They are about the same size as the minotaurs, but are more irritable and easily angered, and are excellent at charging into battle.

Although few in number, each one was like a berserk war chariot on the battlefield. This clan had an enormous demand for full-body armor crafted by the dwarves, as well as all sorts of extravagant weapons.

Therefore, they have always maintained a very close relationship with Dragonhammer Town, and even signed a pact hundreds of years ago, promising to protect the town, never invade it, and never do anything immoral.

Wisbrutow sat back in his chair, leaning heavily against the backrest, and muttered to himself with a look of melancholy: "We cannot side with either side, or we will surely face annihilation."

The town's ability to help Wisbruto become a renowned merchant was inseparable from the bronze dwarves in the town.

Once upon a time, the dwarves were divided into three large clans: the Gold Clan, the Silver Clan, and the Bronze Clan.

These three clans were not inherently superior or inferior; they simply had different strengths and interests.

Golden dwarves are few in number and mostly serve as leaders, making it easy for powerful individuals to emerge from among them. They are obsessed with fighting.

Of course, their forging skills should not be underestimated. Although they are not as good as the brass dwarves among the dwarves, their skills are much better than those of other races.

Secondly, there are the Silver Dwarves. Among the dwarven race, the Silver Dwarves are the most likely to develop an affinity for magic and master its manipulation. However, this is by dwarven standards, as dwarves as a whole are not particularly adept at using magic.

Due to their personality, Silver Dwarves tend to be more inclined to engage in commerce, agriculture, and logistics, and they also possess excellent enchanting skills.

Finally, there are the Bronze Dwarves, whose numbers are similar to those of the Silver Dwarves. Each of them is a master blacksmith and an expert in geology and mineralogy.

They were most passionate about mining carbon ore and forging.

These three dwarf races do not differ significantly in appearance; they are distinguished more by their different roles in the real world.

They cooperated and complemented each other's strengths, forming a powerful race that should not be underestimated. After the war of the evil gods.

The Dwarf Empire was destroyed, and the Golden Dwarves suffered heavy casualties, with less than one in ten surviving.

The Silver Dwarves and Bronze Dwarves left the continent of Taril and scattered to various places, but they have maintained their former friendly relations with each other.

Dragonhammer Town is such an example.

Wisbrut's wife was a bronze dwarf.

This town is located in the center, bordering three other forces, and has always maintained a neutral stance, providing the necessary supplies to the three forces.

In addition, the town is small and lacks standing armed forces, so it has always been peaceful and there has never been any conflict.

But things are different now.

Internal conflicts within the Orc Empire intensified, creating an urgent need to divert attention from these conflicts. Consequently, it launched another wave of invasions, attempting to gain complete control over the narrative of the continent.

Taking advantage of the chaos within the elves, they attempted to completely drive the elven forces off the continent.

The human forces on this continent would naturally not sit idly by and allow the orc empire to dominate.

They joined forces with several elven cities on the continent to resist the expansion of the orcish empire.

In this way, the identities of the other two forces bordering Dragonhammer Town become self-evident.

It was a human kingdom and an elven city.

Today, the friction between the three forces has escalated into war.

Dragonhammer Town can no longer remain neutral as it once was.

“If the Unicorn Tribe really intends to invade us, the Greenleaf Kingdom and the Wood Elves will not stand idly by,” his eldest daughter said.

Wisbrutto stared at her, then shouted angrily, "Fool, you're being incredibly naive!"

"Our forging skills are mainly focused on large armor and heavy weapons, all thanks to the friendship we built with that damned Unicorn Clan in the past."

The Orcish Empire has long suffered from poor forging skills, which is why we dwarves have been able to thrive here.

After all, the Orc Empire is the most powerful force on this continent. With their protection, the dwarves will naturally not be provoked by other forces without cause.

"The Wood Elves don't need our forging skills at all. They use magical forging and powerful enchanting, and they pay more attention to the elegance and lightness of the equipment, which is completely different from our dwarven style."

"Although the Emerald Leaf Kingdom also has certain needs for resources, it does not necessarily have to rely on us. They have their own blacksmiths, and although the things made by those human blacksmiths are not as good as ours, the difference is not too great."

And their prices are much lower, you understand?

Hearing her father's angry roar, his eldest daughter was filled with shame and sat down silently, no longer uttering a sound.

The eldest son said indifferently, "Anyway, we are powerless to resist, so what's there to be angry about? We had no choice from beginning to end."

Upon hearing his eldest son's words, Wisbrutus turned green with anger, yet remained speechless.

Isn't it precisely because he had no other choice that he's throwing such a tantrum here?
Seeing this, the youngest child, sitting at the end, sighed helplessly, shook his head, and got up to walk towards the door.

"What are you doing? Where are you going?" (End of Chapter)