Harry Potter Hello Dark Lord

There were a total of thirty-two dwarves in the village, and thirty-one of them had already joined the melee at this time. They were all fighting like crazy and recklessly, without even thinking about why they were fighting.

Warhammer sat on the ground blankly, huddled in the corner in fear, his whole body was trembling with fear, he wanted to stop him, but he was the weakest among the dwarves, and Warhammer, who was only fifteen years old, didn't know what to do now. He didn't even have the courage to raise his head to take a look at the battle situation.

After a long time, the noisy fighting in the village gradually subsided, and Warhammer still didn't dare to go out to check. After waiting for about ten minutes, Warhammer walked out tremblingly.

When you open the door, what you see is a hell on earth, with broken limbs and broken arms scattered all over the ground, the earth stained red with blood, the walls, the ground, and the trees are all covered in blood, and there are even pieces of rotten meat hanging on the trees.

The smell of blood and the bloody scene in front of him stimulated Warhammer's nerves. Warhammer's legs collapsed and he fell to the ground muttering: "Why! Why! Why do the dwarves have to bear the curse of mad blood! Why am I so weak... Why …”

"Warhammer..." A weak voice sounded, and Warhammer hurriedly got up and crawled around in search of the seemingly non-existent life in this hell on earth.

"Uncle Iron Ax..." Warhammer walked under the low wall not far away, and saw that Iron Ax, which had been cut in half, seemed to be breathing. It seemed that it was almost lifeless.

Iron Ax raised his eyes slightly, the blood redness and anger in his eyes had long since dissipated, leaving only unwillingness and pain: "Warhammer, remember what uncle said... The real strength is not strength, but your true intention! Only Only with a strong heart can you break the so-called curse... In the eyes of uncle, you are the strong one..."

Iron Ax's words seemed to be out of the blue, but they were actually his innermost thoughts. It was only when he was about to die that he realized what was the use of having an extremely powerful body? Faced with the erosion of the dark side, Crazy Blood Troubled by illness and weak in mind, he can only lead to destruction in the end. In the entire ancient Danvar world, only Warhammer can resist this kind of erosion. It may be because he is born stupid, but this stupidity is not a powerful talent. .

Uncle Iron Ax still died, with eyes closed. His eyes were full of unwillingness and regret. He was unwilling to let the whole Danvar dwarves fall. He regretted that he was too cruel. He had experienced hundreds of battles in his life. When he was young, he thought that having strength meant being powerful. Having superb skills Combat skills are powerful, but it wasn't until he died that he realized how ridiculous his life had been.

Warhammer stared blankly at Uncle Iron Axe, who was still dead. He didn't cry or shout. He just stared blankly at everything in front of him. In the blink of an eye, he encountered a big change. All this made Warhammer feel extremely unreal.

After a long time, Warhammer thought of his grandma, turned around and looked for her figure among the broken limbs.

Grandma has long since died. Fortunately, there is no missing part of her body, and her body is still intact. However, her abdomen was torn open by a giant axe, and her spleen and stomach flowed all over the floor.

Warhammer stood there blankly, and for a long time he began to collect the body of his grandma. Only then did Warhammer see a line of blood next to his body.

"Leave here and find your father. He is in Hog..."

The writing was choppy and I couldn't finish it in the end.

After collecting the corpse for his grandma, Warhammer immediately held her in his arms and held her in silence without saying a word. He did not cry, and there was no sadness on his face. However, at this time, his back looked extremely sad.

Atop the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a lonely figure hugged a long-dead old woman. A strong wind blew through the silent village, and there was a howling sound. The village at this time was eerily quiet.

Gradually the sky became dark, the sun set in the west, night fell, and soon the wind howled, and soon the dark clouds gathered, and there was a heavy rain without any warning. The war hammer held his grandma's body and watched the heavy rain wash away the blood. It was not until late at night that the war hammer trembled. He stood up tremblingly and buried all the clan members.

At noon the next day, Warhammer buried all the clan members, and then he came to his grandma's grave.

Warhammer looked at the simple grave, which was just a short dirt bag: "Grandma, I'm leaving... I will go find my father, but where should I go? You didn't tell me at all... And you gave me In the story you told, what did that group of thieves who appeared mysteriously twenty years ago steal? Why has the curse become more serious since those thieves stole it? Why do all the tribesmen lose their ability to reproduce? Why?"

No one could give Warhammer an answer. What he had in front of him were just thirty short graves.

At this time, Warhammer kept recalling the image of his grandma telling about the incident twenty years ago when he was a child...

"You brat, be quiet and listen to me! You are not being honest when listening to stories!" In the low room, the grandma held a feather duster in her hand and looked fiercely at the warhammer who was not paying attention.

As soon as I saw my grandma taking out the feather duster, Warhammer immediately became obedient.

"What grandma told you is true. Before you were born, almost five years before you were born, a group of tall knights riding war horses broke into Danwal Peak. No one knew who they were. At that time, we The Warhammer Clan is the most powerful clan in Danvar, and your grandfather is still the leader of our Warhammer Clan.

Back then, it was the knights your grandpa received. Although we dwarves were grumpy, they were extremely hospitable and loved wine and music. Those knights even drank and danced with the clansmen.

However, I never expected that they are actually a group of thieves! Damn thieves!" Grandma became angrier as she spoke and couldn't help waving the feather duster in her hand.

"...On the fifth day they came, they suddenly asked to go to the Terensberg ruins on the Danwal Peak... At that time, they said they were going to do archaeological research. We didn't think much about it, so your grandfather took them with him. Went.

However, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared on Danwal Peak that night, with lightning and thunder. The knights returned to the village early the next morning. They lost many people, and only four or five people came back alive. Some people asked them what happened, but they Not wanting to say anything, he turned around and rode away in a hurry.

That afternoon, your grandpa crawled back with his seriously injured body. Only then did we know that those nasty thieves came to steal something. They stole something from Terence Castle. When your grandpa found out, they cut off your grandpa's legs.

Originally they wanted to kill, but at this moment the heroic spirit of the Dwarf King appeared. He led countless dead dwarf spirits to massacre the group of thieves, but in the end they allowed them to escape.

Your grandpa died not long after the incident. Before that damn guy died, I asked him what exactly those thieves stole. Your grandpa was already confused by that time and just kept saying, 'Thief, thief, put down the crown.'

The so-called crown refers to the crown of the dwarf king, but later someone went to Tronsberg to check and found that the crown was not missing. No one knew what the thieves had stolen.

It was only from that year that the tribesmen became more irritable and irritable, and the 'madness' also started from that year. The tribesmen also lost the ability to reproduce, and no new dwarves were born for many years.

It's just an accident you little bastard."

As she spoke, her grandma hit the warhammer with a feather duster and then laughed and cursed: "I can't sit still anymore, that's all! I won't tell you a story anymore, get out of here, I'm getting upset just looking at your old lady! Go to the forging platform to forge! Follow me."

Your grandpa just knows how to get into the forging bench and strike iron!"

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After withdrawing his thoughts, Warhammer sighed, silently wiped away the tears that had flowed down his face for some time, turned around and left without looking back, leaving only one sentence.

"I'm leaving! I'll never come back!"