Your war hammer is too fake

When Oakley closed the detonator, it seemed that nothing happened at first. The greenskins were still attacking the crumbling shield wall, and the noisy fighting sound hit the eardrums. Then at a certain moment, the entire battlefield was briefly quiet for a moment. The gunpowder placed on the peak was detonated, and several clouds of white smoke and dust were blown up on the hillside. The drastic change in internal stress suddenly broke the fragile balance, and the snow covering the high peak began to collapse uncontrollably.

Both sides of the valley roared louder than An Jiyue remembered. Thousands of tons of solid water rushed down the steep mountain with an unstoppable momentum. The greenskins finally realized that this was a trap, but it was too late for them.

An Jiyue could feel her heart beating violently. This was probably the most exciting thing she had ever done in her life. The girl's attention was unprecedentedly focused, and all the stone tablets with talismans buried in the soil were activated at the same time. With their help, An Jiyue instantly gathered a large amount of magic wind. Then, the girl spread her divine thoughts and accurately enveloped every dwarf, whether he was still alive or had died gloriously in battle.

The avalanche has arrived. Before the panicked greenskins are engulfed by the avalanche, they will be blown down by the air currents brought by the avalanche and disappear in the endless white in the next second. The greenskin army has no power to resist the might of nature. Even giants standing up to the height of three stories can only wail as they are knocked down and buried by the avalanche. In the rush of the white "mountain torrent", the green "silt" is washed away cleanly.

When this bone-chilling catastrophe was about to flood the ruins of the dwarven town, which was also Dagna's long-lost hometown, An Jiyue completed her spell. Together with the bodies of the dead, everyone disappeared at the same time and was transferred to a nearby mountain peak that had been selected in advance by this amplified version of [Shrinking the Earth into an Inch].

The moment the transfer was completed, An Jiyue's legs softened and she almost fell to the ground. The cost of this spell was nothing to her, but the feeling of doing a precise job against the clock while facing a natural disaster that was about to hit her face was really a bit too exciting.

"Your home is safe now," the girl patted her cheeks. Her violently beating heart made her feel uncomfortable in her chest. "I saw some of the goblin wolf riders escape, and there seemed to be a few orcs riding wild boars among them."

"They can't escape," Oakley was still immersed in the shock of the avalanche, his eyes were a little straight, "the avalanche will alarm something in the mountain. They will either be caught up and killed by us, or become the dinner of some wild beast."

"I'll go catch up later," An Jiyue suggested, "I need to rest for half an hour to recover my strength."

Oakley immediately said, "I'll go with you."

"...Are you sure? Aren't you afraid of heights?" The girl raised her eyebrows. "I can't catch up with them on my own. I have to ride on the clouds to catch up with them."

"Being able to command tens of thousands of orcs, this greenskin warlord must be no unknown figure," the dwarf chieftain gritted his teeth and said, "You said you saw some wolf riders and war pig boys escape? Maybe this warlord is among the escaped greenskins. We killed tens of thousands of greenskins today, but compared to the blood debts that the greenskins have committed against the dwarves, this is far from enough. As long as we kill it, many entries in the Book of Hatred will be erased!"

"I don't care. Just don't cry and call for your mother when the time comes."

"Damn it, Little Moon, are you looking down on the dwarves?"

"I just think you probably don't have the potential to be a gyroplane pilot," An Jiyue turned her head away, avoiding Oakley's sight, "Let's eat first, everyone must be hungry. Let's rest for half an hour before setting off."

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The fleeing greenskin remnants didn't get far.

When An Jiyue descended from the sky on a cloud, the enthusiastic greenskins quickly welcomed him with a sparse rain of arrows. These crudely made arrows flew all over the sky, with no accuracy. Most of the arrows were visibly off target, and the few arrows with better accuracy suddenly stopped in front of An Jiyue and were fixed in mid-air. This bizarre scene made the goblin wolf cavalry stop their actions in confusion, and then they saw that the fixed arrows turned 180 degrees and aimed at them instead.

The Five Elements Control Technique is really useful, the girl thought. Under the control of the [Wood Control Technique], the arrows shot by the wolf riders returned to their masters, bringing with them a mess of screams and wolf howls. Realizing that the existence in front of them was not easy to deal with, a goblin who looked like the leader whistled, and the wolf riders, who were the newly defeated army, immediately fled.

An Jiyue did not pursue them, because the more valuable target did not flee, but rushed forward while shouting "WAAAGH!!". She casually threw a [Palm Thunder] in the direction of the wolf cavalry's escape as a farewell gift, and then turned her attention back to the orcs who were rushing towards her.

All of these orcs were riding wild boars, and they were at the edge of the battlefield when the incident happened, which allowed them to escape from the avalanche. The orc in the lead was a one-eyed dragon, even bigger than the orc boss riding the wild boar chariot, and his only remaining eye was staring angrily at the human girl in front of him.

"Ha, Gorya o'erbear!" Oakley finally stopped retching and struggled to stand up. He immediately noticed the orc in the front: "Be careful, Little Moon, this guy is not good..."

A sharp rock spike suddenly emerged from the ground beneath Gorga O'Evil's body and stabbed straight into the belly of the wild boar mount. The stupid wild boar rushed forward a few more steps, and the stone spike that pierced its belly cut the wild boar's entire abdomen open, and the steaming intestines flowed all over the ground. An unpleasant smell of fishy and internal organs filled the air.

The wild boar screamed and fell to the ground, and the Gorilla on its back flew out due to inertia. The green beast rolled on the ground for several times, and finally stopped after hitting a big rock.

The orc shook his head vigorously. When he raised his head, he saw a cold light growing bigger and bigger in his field of vision.

An Jiyue used the [Gold Controlling Technique] to control the rusty spearhead that she picked up at random, and fiercely chiseled it into the only remaining eye of the orc warlord. The orc warlord waved his hands in confusion, and his huge body fell to the ground.

Gorga O'Dare, the lord of Black Crag, was an orc warrior who would attack Ironforge in the future, abduct many relatives of King Kazador of Ironforge, and torture Kazador's son Khazrik into insanity. He met his end in an unnamed ravine west of Eternal Peak.

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PS: Dwarves are not afraid of heights, but they feel uncomfortable when their feet leave the solid ground. Therefore, even in the Engineers Guild, where everyone is a weirdo, only the weirdest dwarf engineers will become gyroplane pilots.

Chapter 11 Conversation

When the warriors returned from the battles, they were warmly welcomed by their tribesmen.

The clan hall was decorated with lights and streamers... well, there were no streamers, because dwarves don't like that. As night fell, all the lights in the clan hall lit up at the same time, and the bright light outlined the happy faces. On the low but heavy stone table, meat, cheese, thick soup and bread were piled up like mountains, allowing the people gathered here to take them at will. Barrels of mellow dwarf beer were opened, and the rich aroma of the wine made An Jiyue a little dizzy. Picking up the cup and taking a sip of the sweet spring water mixed with a little honey, the girl looked around and saw a group of young dwarves gathered around several long-bearded warriors, listening attentively to the latter's description of the battle.

"We haven't had a celebration party for a long time," Dagna, who was sitting next to An Jiyue, said with a smile, "After this battle, many entries can be erased from the Book of Hatred. I must thank you for your help, Little Moon. Without you, I'm afraid none of these children would come back. Magic is not trustworthy, but you are."

"But one-fifth of the dwarf warriors still stayed in that valley forever," An Jiyue did not mean to be proud of himself, but just shook his head, "The problem of greenskins has been solved, but there are still rats."

"There is no victory without sacrifice, Little Moon. As for those dirty rats, I have discussed this matter with the elders. When the reinforcements of the Frostbeard clan arrive, all the men in the clan who can go to the Eternal Peak will go to the Eternal Peak." Dagna cut a piece of roasted wild boar meat and put it into her mouth, chewing it slowly. "I will also go with the army."

An Jiyue, who was scooping soup, stopped what she was doing. "They actually agreed?" the girl asked. "Your people actually agreed to let you go to the battlefield, the high priestess of Valaya, Lady Dagna O Weiguang?"

"Ah, Oakley's ability to keep secrets is really terrible," the old lady still smiled, "Little Moon, all dwarves are warriors, both men and women. How can a warrior evade his duty?"

"Mr. Oakley Plipson's ability to keep secrets is reliable. I guessed it myself," An Jiyue scooped a bowl of fragrant mutton soup for herself, "As a dwarf, you can't be a wizard. In other words, in the battle two hundred years ago, you either used some unimaginably powerful rune power or divine magic."

Warhammer of course also has divine arts, the battle prayers used by the Empire's battle priests and the war songs used by the Patriarch of Kislev are divine arts. However, compared with the extremely high magic limit of Warhammer, the presence of divine arts can be said to be completely overshadowed by magic.

"How did you know that I'm a priest of the Mother Goddess, Little Moon?" Dagna asked curiously.

"Although dwarven runes do not have mandatory requirements for the identity of the user, only rune blacksmiths can truly unleash the power of certain runes," An Jiyue replied. "There are probably not many runes this powerful that can banish a Khorne army led by a bloodthirsty demon, even in the era of the Ancestral God. In this era, I think only Cragg the Grim of Eternal Peak or Master Torek Ironbrow of Iron Peak Fortress in the entire Mountain Kingdom can control this power."

The girl turned her head and stared at Dagna's old face. "Although dwarf priests are rare, they are not non-existent. I have examined the ruins. The power you released back then not only exiled the demons, but also purified the remaining chaos corruption in the land. Among the dwarf ancestor gods, only the power of the mother goddess Valaya meets this characteristic."

"If Oakley was half as smart as you, I would have less worries," Dagna picked up her glass and clinked it with An Jiyue's. "You know dwarves very well, even better than most short-bearded guys. Oh, don't worry, Little Moon, I won't ask you where you know these things, because it's not important."

"Then let's talk about something important. What exactly made you decide to go to the battlefield in person?" An Jiyue stared into Dagna's eyes: "Is it because of those cousins ​​who have fallen into evil ways?"

An Jiyue used the second half of the sentence in Zhendan. The girl waited for a moment, and then she heard Dagna speak in a very fluent and fluent Zhendan language: "Only part of it. The problem of the Chaos Dwarves is only secondary. I need to meet with His Majesty Thorgrim as soon as possible. This is very important and even related to the future of the entire Mountain Kingdom."

Hearing this, An Jiyue thought for a while. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding. She knew that what she was about to say might sound like she was being too intimate, but she still decided to do it.

"Valaya is going to wake up early?"

Dagna finally showed a surprised expression. "Did He tell you?" the old lady asked.

"How is it possible? I am a human. How could the dwarf mother goddess give an oracle to a human?" An Jiyue looked around the table full of hard dishes, and finally found only a roasted onion that was almost submerged in the roast meat. "I have my own information channels, and I can guarantee that my information is absolutely credible. As far as I know, Valaya's plan should not be ready yet."

It's not just not ready. In the original work, it was not ready until ET. In the end, all the power that Valaya had accumulated for thousands of years went to the benefit of Skeleton Man, An Jiyue thought.

"On the morning you appeared, I suddenly felt sleepy even though I had just gotten out of bed," Dagna said, "so I slept for a while and had a dream. The Mother Goddess appeared in my dream and revealed the future to me."

The old lady looked a little anxious, but she continued, "The Mountain Kingdom will be tested again. This will be the greatest disaster the dwarves have faced since the Cataclysm. Even the Goblin War cannot be compared with it, but the dwarves are far less powerful than before... Then I saw you, Little Moon. In my dream, I saw the return of the Mother Goddess, and the dwarves once again ushered in the Golden Age, and all of this is closely related to you."

"So this is why you are so friendly to me?" An Jiyue thought for a moment, "By the way, do you know where exactly Valaya is sleeping?"

"No, I don't know. That's the real secret. The white dwarf may know, but he certainly won't tell us," Dagna winked at An Jiyue when she said this. "You know who he is, right?"

"Well," An Jiyue nodded, "After all, this matter is not really a secret. Malekith really deserves to die."

The two of them tacitly stopped talking about Valaya and did not continue the discussion. Both of them knew that the next time they would discuss this topic, it would probably be in the private room of the current High King, Thorgrim the Grudge. "If you just want to meet the High King as soon as possible, I have a way to take you to the Eternal Peak," An Jiyue switched back to Kazarid, "I know a spell called [Earth Escape Spell], which allows me to travel freely through soil and rocks."

After a pause, An Jiyue added: "But there is a small problem here. I am not a dwarf, and I don't have your innate ability to accurately identify directions underground, so I still need a guide. After I am familiar with the road conditions, I will take you straight in."

"Let Oakley go with you. His Majesty Thorgrim knows him," Dagna said immediately. "You will leave tomorrow. I will write a letter to His Majesty Thorgrim. Remember to bring it with you when you leave. The rats never launch large-scale attacks easily. Once they do, it means they are absolutely sure that they can achieve their goals. No matter what conspiracy the rats are planning, we must act quickly."

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PS: When I was writing this chapter, I always accidentally typed "smiling" as "little secret"...

Chapter 12 Preparing for the Breakout

An Jiyue put on a brand new outfit.

She took off the Tang Dynasty Pillars suit she was wearing when she first crossed over, and put on the clothes Dagna prepared for her: a loose linen shirt and matching trousers inside, and a sheepskin coat with a hood outside that covered her from head to toe. The inside of the coat was a thick and dense sheepskin that was a finger long, and it was very warm to wear.

Along with this set of clothes, An Jiyue also received a pair of boots that fit her feet perfectly and a leather belt. The boots had double-layer cowhide soles and deerskin uppers, and there was also a thick layer of sheepskin inside the boots for warmth. After the girl changed into her new outfit, Dagna called her to the bedroom and braided her hair herself.

"Your hair is beautiful, and it looks like the purest silver," the grandmother muttered, her hands moving constantly. "If a female dwarf had hair like this, even the richest dwarf would be fascinated by such long silver-white hair. How do you take care of your hair? Is this hair color natural? I have never seen silver hair, whether it is human or dwarf."

"Of course it's natural. As for how I maintain my hair, I can only say that I have never done anything deliberately." An Jiyue spoke the truth. She still didn't know what she looked like. There must be a mirror in the town, but she didn't have the time to look for it. The girl only knew that she now had silver hair and red eyes, which was a perfect hedge against the Chinese special attack.

Dagna took off her white jade hairpin and shook out the man-style bun on An Jiyue's head. She carefully braided the girl's hair into a dozen braids of varying lengths, and her old, wrinkled hands were always very steady throughout the process.

"Give this letter to His Majesty Thorgrim," Dagna said after braiding her hair. She reached out from under the pillow and pulled out a letter. She handed it to An Jiyue solemnly. "You must give it to him in person. Don't let anyone else do it for you."

"Make sure to complete the task." An Jiyue said in the same solemn tone.

The dwarven town was busy from morning till night, preparing for the next expedition of the clan warriors. In addition to the sentinels on duty, all dwarves who were able to work were assigned tasks, even the oldest long-bearded elders were no exception. They took the time to strengthen the defenses and count the supplies, and the sound of iron forging in the blacksmith shop continued all night.

After the hastily held celebration banquet, the dwarves worked all night. In the entire town, only Dagna and An Jiyue, plus a few children, had a quick nap, and got up to continue working before dawn.

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning fell on this peaceful valley, Oakley, wearing a helmet and armor, appeared in front of An Jiyue. "Grandma said you need a guide who is familiar with the underground, otherwise you can't even tell the direction? Oh, this is what the unfinished race is like," the dwarf chief was full of energy, and he didn't look like he hadn't slept all night. "You found the right person to ask me to lead the way. Even the most experienced Ironbreaker is not as familiar with the underground tunnel network near the Eternal Peak as I am!"

Oakley was carrying a backpack that was almost as big as him. In addition to food and beer, it seemed to be stuffed with a lot of miscellaneous items, making the backpack made of troll skin bulge. "Let's go!" the dwarf chief urged.

"Why did you bring so many things?"

"These supplies and equipment are necessary for activities in the mountains. Starting from here, even if everything goes smoothly along the way and there are no blind greenskins, rats, or anything worse to hinder you, it will take about four days to reach the Eternal Peak," Oakley said as a matter of course, "and it is impossible not to encounter attacks along the way."

"You actually thought I would leave?" An Jiuyue's expression was a little subtle.

"Wait a minute," Oakley's expression changed drastically after hearing this, "You're not planning to..."

White clouds emerged from under the feet of the young alchemist and the dwarf chief, lifting them up steadily.

"For the sake of our ancestors, please fly slower...Ah!!"

Amid the dwarf chief's shrill screams, the clouds disappeared into the horizon with a whoosh.

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[There are still 624 hours until the War Codex goes online. 】

As soon as the cloud landed, Oakley rolled down.

The dwarf chieftain, with a pale face, was lying on the ground, shivering and holding up the ground with his hands, retching non-stop. He had vomited up all his breakfast on the way, so he could only vomit out some gastric juice.

"It's just flying a little bit faster. Can this level of speed defeat you?" An Jiyue dispersed the clouds and teased while using the [Xuanguan Mirror] to investigate the surrounding environment.

"The fastest scorpion-tailed lion in the mountains is nothing more than a turtle with wings in front of you!" The dwarf chief struggled to stand up from the ground, his two short legs shaking as if he had late-stage Parkinson's disease.

Oakley gasped for breath, as if he would be crushed by the huge backpack on his back in the next second. "Do you see the highest mountain over there?" The dwarf chief took out a bottle of beer from his backpack and pointed to the distance with his finger as thick as a carrot: "That's Anvil Mountain. Eternal Peak is inside its mountain." He bit off the cork, tilted his neck back and took a big gulp: "Hiccup... Ancestor, I almost thought I was going to see Gazul (the dwarf god of death)!"

"Eternal Peak... I heard that this city had a population of 35 in its heyday." An Jiyue didn't pay attention to Oakley's endless complaints. She crossed her arms and looked at the mountains in the distance: "Even in this era, it still has a population of 9. The capital of the Empire, Altdorf, has only 10 people. It is said that it is already one of the largest cities in the Old World."

"The lowly people don't know what a city is," Oakley said disdainfully, "their pride is as poor as their craftsmanship."

"Well, the total population of the Empire is large, maybe 10 million? It would be hard for the entire dwarf race to gather 1 million," An Jiyue said, "Although in the eyes of us Zhendan people, your population is quite small."

"I heard that the city called 'Weijing' alone has a million people living in it, which is equivalent to three Eternal Peaks in the Golden Age." When saying this, it is hard to tell whether the expression on Oakley's face is envy or regret. "We can build the most magnificent city in the world, far better than the elves' flashy and exaggerated huts. But we can no longer find enough residents to fill it."

"There is always hope," An Jiyue glanced at Oakley and decided not to spoil the plot. "Given the lifespan of dwarves, you will see the day when the Mountain Kingdom is revived. Well, at least you can see the beginning."

Eternal Peak is under siege. Compared with the previous two days, the situation seems to have not changed. The Chaos Dwarves and their evil war machines are still deployed behind the front line and have not yet been put into battle. The ratmen and hobgoblins continue to charge at the main gate of Eternal Peak, and all they get is the piles of corpses under the city wall. An Jiyue knows that at this moment, a brutal battle must be going on underground at the same time.

"Next is your race's home court," An Jiyue said, "Get ready, I'm about to cast a spell."

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PS: I just came back from the hospital for chronic rhinitis. The good news is that the condition is mild and can be cured by taking medicine... The bad news is that I hate taking medicine the most. (paralysis

Chapter 13: I first heard your name

In the distant past, the dwarves built a network of underground tunnels to connect the various fortresses in the mountains.

These underground tunnels are so grand that they can even accommodate a fleet of gyrocopters. The ancestors of the modern dwarves spent centuries digging these tunnels, and each one is a masterpiece of engineering and construction. These vast underground tunnels once stretched across the entire World's Edge Mountains, but only a few are still in use today.

Most of the tunnels have long been abandoned, leaving only broken road surfaces and collapsed stone sculptures, silently telling of their former glory.

Dust rose up, and An Jiyue dragged Oakley out of the rock wall. As soon as they stood firm, the stale and musty smell made the girl frown. "Can you tell where we are now?" She lowered her head slightly and looked at the dwarf chief beside her, who looked normal. "This place looks like it has been abandoned for a long time."

"This should be an abandoned tunnel that has been forgotten for a long time," Oakley sniffed, and raised the lantern in his hand to shine it around. "Even in a place so close to the Eternal Peak, there are many abandoned facilities. Do you see the row of stone houses over there? They are temporary residences for miners. There will be such houses near the first mining veins, and the miners will eat and live in them. If the vein itself is large enough, a new community will be formed as the mining continues."

Looking in the direction that Oakley pointed, An Jiyue saw a row of dormitories made of stones. The stones fit together perfectly, and after thousands of years, they were still as solid as ever. There were also reliefs carved on the walls - the girl guessed that it might be the mark of a certain clan.

"A square rock with flames wrapped around it. I've heard the Longbeard Elders mention this mark before. It should be the emblem of the Emberstone Clan," Oakley looked at the relief carefully, then shook his head. "Like the Frostbeard Clan, they are also a ranger clan. It is said that they all disappeared during the Age of Sorrow. At that time, a fog that came from nowhere enveloped their camp. When the fog dissipated, the entire Emberstone Clan disappeared without a trace. No corpses were left at the scene, and no blood was found. Some people suspect that it was done by demons, or ratmen, but it couldn't be greenskins."

"No matter how you look at it, this inexplicable fog is more like a trick of the swamp monster... Wait," An Jiyue suddenly felt that something was wrong, "Did you hear it?"

"Well," Oakley put the lantern on the ground and took the shield from behind his back with his left hand, "Leave the left side to me."

When the first sewer rat jumped out of the darkness and stabbed An Jiyue's back with a sharp blade, it was greeted by a steel nail as thick as a pencil. The steel nail went straight into the rat's forehead, and the rat fell to the ground without a sound. It let go of its hand, and the sharp blade fell to the ground with a clang, and a streak of sparks flew off the blade.

When leaving the town, An Jiyue specifically asked the dwarves for fifty steel nails. All the nails were packed in a cowhide box and then hung on An Jiyue's waist.

More rats emerged from the shadows, silently pounced on the two, and then fell down one after another. Under the control of [Metal Control], steel nails drilled out of the cowhide box, shuttling back and forth silently, piercing the flesh and bones, and crushing the spine and brain.

When the leading Death Runner also had a nail piercing his head, the rats finally realized that they had chosen the wrong target. A sewer runner at the back took out a smoke bomb from his arms and threw it hard on the ground. The gushing smoke immediately blocked the vision of An Jiyue and Oakley.

The dwarf chief, who failed to get even a single head, looked around with wide eyes, holding a shield in his left hand and an axe in his right hand.

"Don't look at him. He ran away." An Jiyue picked up a sharp blade with a faint green light from the ground. This was the weapon of the Death Runner. "The Weeping Sword. Only the elites of the Eshin clan can obtain this precious magic weapon."

"You are fully capable of killing the guy who escaped. I know you can do it." The dwarf chief hung the shield back on his back. "Do you want to follow him and let him lead you to find the other rats?"

"That's not the case. I don't need living prisoners to get intelligence, and I don't think such a simple trick can fool cunning rats," An Jiyue began to cast a spell, "Sometimes, it is more convenient to collect intelligence by properly provoking your enemies and making them take action."

The souls of the recently deceased ratmen were restrained by the [Soul Binding Curse] before they could even leave their bodies. These black-clad rats from the Eshin clan might be able to withstand torture and not reveal any information when they were alive, but after death they could only be manipulated by the alchemists who were proficient in the secret arts of yin and yang, and they had no power to resist at all.

"So what does your witchcraft say to you?"

"These rats don't know much information," An Jiyue kicked a rat corpse on the ground. "Although [Soul Search] can directly check the memory, this spell will damage the soul of the caster. The information obtained by it is usually incomplete and scattered... I took a look and the only valuable information is that we made a mistake in something very important before."