Silver Dragons are spawning in this dungeon!

Originally, the friction with the dragon clan in the East was all under the emperor's control.

Perhaps it's because of Kulun that the water has been stirred up.

The golden dragon enters the arena, escalating the battle and causing everything to spiral out of control.

The most crucial information was missing, and Cullen failed to bring back any useful information either.

The emperor was prepared to crush Kulun directly. Without his permission, the Bailong Cult dared to act recklessly, which meant they didn't want to exist anymore.

But after pondering for a while, he still didn't take any action.

Kuren is a legendary fighter, and being human, it's not worth killing him now.

As long as they remain loyal to humanity, they still have value.

The Casa Empire cannot tolerate any creature other than humans!

Including those strange humanoid creatures.

They are not the same as humans!

The Casal Empire could not tolerate their disrespect for the dead.

They will devour your family, your friends, and even you yourself.

I can't stand those legendary, ancient dragons.

They were unable to empathize with those dragons, elves, dwarves, orcs...

The logic behind handling things is not the same.

Coexistence? Absolutely impossible!

There is only one choice!

War! War! War!!!

The Kassa Empire will fight endlessly, on the banks of the Red River, in the endless abyss, and before the Blackrock Fortress!

War is the eternal theme song of the Casal Empire!

To wage war against all races on the continent.

There was no reason, only extreme xenophobia!

Of course, this is the main theme of the entire continent; there are huge gaps between any race.

Blackrock Fortress, the capital of the Dwarven Blackhearth Empire, is the closest major city to the Kassadin Empire.

A completely different technological development path from the Casa Empire.

Despite their advanced magical technology, the Dwarf Empire still uses extremely outdated steam-powered machinery.

Strangely, the steam engine was no less powerful than the alchemical technology of the Casa Empire, and was even more powerful than that of the giant machines.

It's as if the god of steam and machinery imposed special rules on steam technology.

Before the black city walls, the war machine of the Casa Empire had already besieged the city.

The phrase "rivers of blood" is not an exaggeration, but a realistic depiction.

Like a meat grinder, the battlefield was a scene of carnage, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Elite dwarven warriors, riding red-maned rams, rampage across the battlefield, wielding massive hammers and sending enemies flying.

The colossal steam-powered mechanical behemoth, hundreds of meters tall, rapidly reaped the lives of ordinary soldiers, with various weapons filling its surface.

It requires more than ten Ultra Warriors piloting Alchemist armor to restrain it.

A clash of iron and blood.

Although the Dwarven Empire's war capabilities were not bad, its logistical capabilities were much weaker than those of the Casa Empire.

In terms of logistical support, the Casa Empire had ample supply lines.

Even though this is the tenth year of the war, the logistics of the Casa Empire still ensure basic supplies.

Therefore, the battle lines pushed forward relentlessly, conquering cities and seizing territory on the land of the Black Furnace Empire, with the front lines extending for tens of thousands of miles.

The enemy is at Blackrock Fortress.

The great city seemed to be crumbling, but this was far from the dwarves' limit.

From a distance, Blackrock Fortress doesn't look very big, compared to the stacked buildings of the upper sky ring of Torrance, or the grandeur of Ottdorf, which uses the entire mountain range as its foundation.

Blackrock Fortress is unremarkable; black and gray are the main colors of the entire city, giving it a primitive and rugged feel. Apart from the tall city walls, the other buildings are relatively low.

From above, it appears much smaller.

However, beneath the surface of Blackrock Fortress lies a city complex stretching for thousands of kilometers, with its main production and industrial facilities located underground.

Within the city cluster, enormous steam-powered metallurgical furnaces roared through the night, continuously smelting various rare metals.

They were then graded and classified, and transported to various dwarf workshops of different grades.

High-level workshops forge core components, while low-level workshops are responsible for basic components that are rough on the outside and have little technological content.

Finally, they were all sent to the assembly workshop to be assembled into war machines.

Therefore, the dwarves' tools are not fancy on the outside, and even seem a bit crude, but their core is very powerful.

Underground city.

The artificial light source went out, and the dwarves dropped their hammers, took off their leather gloves, and left the forge.

The charcoal grilled large chunks of beef, causing the muscle fibers to tighten and the fat to be squeezed out from the gaps, dripping onto the charcoal fire with a sizzling sound.

The aroma of roasted meat drew the dwarves to a nearby tavern.

Order a large glass of frothy ale, along with a large chunk of wild beef with a slightly blackened surface from charcoal smoking and a hint of red meat inside.

Cut off a large piece of meat with a knife and dip it in the sauce made of coarse salt and crushed sesame seeds in the dish.

The whole piece of meat is stuffed into the mouth, the meat fibers melt in the mouth, the meat juice is piping hot, and the aroma of salt grains of different sizes mixed with sesame seeds dances on the tip of the tongue.

After taking a big gulp of beer, the fatigue from a long day of hard work vanishes.

In the dimly lit tavern, a dwarf's song was softly hummed.

Pluto was an apprentice in a low-level blacksmithing workshop.

When all the dwarves had left, the workshop was completely empty.

Steam hissed from the broken pipe, spraying onto Bluto and burning blisters on his arms.

But he still gripped his large iron hammer tightly, continuously hammering a metal ingot that had been heated to a bright red.

Repeatedly fold, temper, and stack.

Shaping involves hammering a square metal ingot into a slightly curved mechanical shell, leaving space for rivet connections, and cutting off the rest.

Repeat it over and over again.

If you lack talent, then repeat the process.

To survive, one must demonstrate one's worth. Many apprentices who are not quick and dexterous have already been sent to the surface.

He was sent to the ground last week to join the war against the Casa Empire, where he had previously been a trusted friend.

The next day, he was still chatting and laughing with him in the communication stone, boasting about how many terrifying upright apes he had killed.

There was no further news from the third day.

He fell silent after that; he had been a poet of some renown.

Now they're just relentlessly forging iron, one piece after another.

He rarely eats his favorite beef anymore.

He used all his savings to buy precious metals to practice his skills.

Use the money you save to consult with master craftsmen.

What about the other dwarves?

They knew that going to the surface meant almost certain death, but they were generally pessimistic.

Instead of trying to improve one's skills in a short period of time, it's better to go to a tavern and get drunk. Once you're drunk, you don't have to worry about what tomorrow will bring or what the future holds.

Both the Casa Empire and the Blackhearth Empire possess formidable war potential.

It can only be said that the dragon race was driven from the rich center of the continent to the far east in ancient times, and their living space was compressed, which is not unjust at all.