Frilian: The Adventure of the Hero

"This dwarf who looks a lot like Aze might be Aze's great-great-great-grandfather."

Hearing Shane's complaint, Frillie nodded.

That's actually quite possible.

Although Aize was born in the Blade region of the Central Kingdoms, it is unknown whether his ancestors came from the Neck Mountains of the Southern Kingdoms.

The illusion in the hall slowly dissipated amidst a roar, and when the scene changed again, Shane and Frilian only glanced at it before their hearts clenched.

Outside the hall, shouts of battle echoed continuously. Inside the hall, the aged dwarf king sat alone on his throne, with only the human girl in the tight-fitting clothes beside him.

"King Alan, the demons have breached the castle gates. This place cannot hold out for much longer. You should leave now."

"Leave... My soldiers are fighting on the front lines, how can I leave?"

"But!"

King Alan raised his hand to interrupt the girl. He stood up unsteadily, looked around the empty hall, and sighed deeply.

"My good child, you should go now."

"The history of the Dwarf Kingdom will end today, and I, the last king, should be buried with history."

The girl wanted to say something more, but the king smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, even if all that's left is this old bone, I'll still make those demons taste the fists of a dwarf."

The girl couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she had no choice but to leave, looking back every few steps.

Only King Ailan remained, all alone, in the empty hall.

He looked around and paced slowly in the hall, as if he wanted to take one last look at the palace where he had lived his whole life before he died.

He eventually returned to his seat and quietly awaited the arrival of the demons.

Moments later, the doors of the Golden Hall were smashed open by the demons, and a large number of demonic beasts rushed in. Each of these beasts had a mouth full of blood, with bits of flesh and blood still clinging to their teeth.

Behind the monster, a tall figure slowly walked forward.

The figure was hidden in the thick black mist, and its appearance could not be seen, but just from the aura radiating from its entire body, one could tell that the opponent was very strong.

Beside the figure shrouded in black mist followed a demon resembling a young boy, whose appearance was none other than the Bloodstained War God, Livale.

Livale held the weapon for the figure in the black mist, following closely behind.

Xia En was somewhat surprised.

If Livale is a great demon who has lived for so long, then the figure in the black mist must have lived even longer than him.

Moreover, who exactly is this figure in the black mist who commands such respect from the future strongest warrior of the demon race? Could it be the Demon King?

Once all the demons had arrived, the dwarf king on the throne suddenly laughed, his aged voice carrying far and wide: "It seems I won't lose out today."

Without giving any chance for pleasantries, the dwarf king twisted the handle on his throne, and the doors to the entire hall immediately closed.

The earth began to tremble.

An extremely complex magical seal appeared on the floor in the center of the hall. A flash of blue light passed by, the seal was broken, and the floor seemed to come alive, twisting and changing, looking as if it was about to melt.

A dragon's roar came from under the floor.

In an instant, the demons realized that they had been tricked by the dwarf king.

The little boy, Livale, immediately handed his weapon to the figure in the black mist and bravely stood in front of it.

Unfortunately, he was too weak at that time.

Beneath their feet, a dragon's breath emanated, transforming into a gale that swept through the entire hall.

Weaker monsters were instantly reduced to ashes.

Even the stronger demons were blown about by the gale, and the little boy Livale was thrown out and crashed into the closed door, losing consciousness.

The figure in the black mist barely managed to stand firm. Ignoring the roar of the giant dragon beneath his feet, he drew his weapon and charged straight at the dwarf king.

The dwarf king smiled as he watched the figure in the black mist, his blade closing in step by step until finally, the blade mercilessly pierced through the figure's chest.

He did not struggle, but faced death with a smile.

"You man-eating beasts, go to hell with the Dark Dragon!"

Before he finished speaking, a giant black dragon burst forth from beneath everyone's feet.

The dragon was enormous; just the head it peeked out filled half the hall. It had four sharp, huge horns on its head, its body covered in black scales, its face was ferocious, its eyes were terrifying, and its whole body exuded an evil aura.

Roar--

The dragon roared.

Even while watching the fantasy, Xia En felt as if his ears were about to be deafened.

Before him, many of the demons closest to the dark dragon were instantly killed by the shockwave and turned to ashes.

Then, the dragon took a deep breath and exhaled scorching flames, burning everything in the hall.

The figure in the black mist flashed and stood in front of the dark dragon, raising a thick black mist to fight against the flames.

The two sides are evenly matched.

The black mist and the flames were locked in a fierce battle.

Suddenly, the black dragon extinguished its flames, tossed its head, and began to crush the crowd with its body.

The demons suffered another heavy defeat.

The figure in the black mist drew its sword to parry, unleashing a fierce aura. The longsword in its hand even emitted a dazzling silver-white lightning bolt, directly slashing towards the dragon's head.

The sword clashed with the dragon's horns.

It emitted a piercing metallic clanging sound.

The dragon, in pain, thrashed its body violently, crushing many more demons to death.

The figure in the black mist continued to gather its strength and press down, its longsword pressed firmly against the black dragon's head.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

One of the black dragon's horns was actually cut off.

The wounded black dragon roared in fury, going berserk. With a single, gaping maw, scorching flames instantly filled the entire hall. Amidst the raging inferno, the remaining demons suffered terribly, trying to break down the gate to escape, but to no avail.

The gate was firmly shut and could not be moved.

Having witnessed all of this, Xia En felt like he was about to be roasted alive.

Frilian, who was beside him, felt the same way and couldn't stand it anymore, so she cast a defensive spell on herself.

Seeing this, Xia En followed suit and quickly cast a "Goddess's Barrier" on herself.

Amidst a sea of ​​fire, the illusion slowly dissipated.

They returned once again to the ancient hall they had just entered.

In the empty hall, covered in dust and cobwebs, the dragon and the flames had all vanished.

Before Xia En could react, a white, illusory soul suddenly appeared on the throne in front of him.

It was the deceased dwarf king.

The white spirit laughed and said, "You man-eating beasts, go to hell with the Dark Dragon!"

Snapped.

The door behind them slammed shut.

On the ground, the blue magic seal that had just been seen once in the illusion lit up. Then, the entire floor began to twist and melt, and a terrifying dragon roar came from beneath our feet.

Xia En was shocked!

No way, how did this illusion become reality!

and many more!

Dwarf King, you're so foolish!

We are not demons!!!