Chapter 67 - His majesty the pope who spreads the holy light (10) (2/2)
Ionas thought about it, and with his eagerness was instantly doused. He threw the gold armor aside and complained: “This rough armor is not worthy of the Great Dragon Lord at all.”
The heavy armor smashed down and as a result, the treasure-pile collapsed and a hammer rolled down to Lu Heng’s feet. Lu Heng was surprised when he looked at it. The style of the battle hammer and the subtle divine power surrounding it was that of the holy relic lost by the dwarves after the Armageddon, Thunder’s Wrath. In this legend, the best forging masters of the dwarf race were assembled, and the forging God, who was the main God of the dwarves, infused his divine powers into the sacred relic.
In the Armageddon, the forging God wielded the hammer and led the dwarf fighters to send countless undead armies back to the land of the dead. The forging God along with the Thunder’s Wrath still stands at the entrance of the Stonehenge Mountains.
Lu Heng picked up the Thunder’s Wrath and found the dwarven emblem at the bottom of the hammer’s handle. It’s just that there seemed to be some difference between this crest and the current dwarf crest.
It was a surprise to find the lost relic of the dwarves here. There are two races known for their stubbornness. One were the dragons, the other were the dwarves. Originally, Lu Heng was still worrying about how to obtain information from the stubborn dwarf race about the goblins they regarded as enemies.
With the Thunder’s wrath, as long as the sacred relic was returned to the dwarves, then despite their stubborn ways, the dwarves would certainly regard Lu Heng as their most sincere friend. It should not be difficult to inquire about goblins at that time.
“Ionas, I think we’ll be going to the Stonehenge Mountains.” Lu Heng said.
About God of light’s prophecy, Lu Heng had told Ionas everything, but he was not very interested in it. Following that he said, “You just need to tell me where to go.”
At the time of departure, in order to prevent accidents, Lu Heng put the half-wall that had the mural of prophecy into the space ring, while Ionas enriched his collection with satisfaction.
In the abandoned Lalan mine, there were many powerful demonic beasts. Generally, there was no adventurer who would risk their life just to take a shorter route.
These Demonic beasts were not a problem for Ionas at all. No matter how powerful a demonic beast was, he only needed to turn his golden vertical pupil into a stare, and the demonic beast would prostrate on the ground and let him slaughter it. The biggest problem was that the Lalan mine was too complex, full of forks and crosses. Even if Lu Heng was no longer directionally challenged as the previous plane, he could not find the right path in this spider-web like crisscrossing pathway.
“I’m afraid the little dwarves have hollowed out the entire Lalan Heights.” With an unhappy face, Ionas stepped out from a mine road at the side and dragged behind him a huge demonic beast. “If I hadn’t been wise and marked your body with magic, I would have been unable to find my way back to you. Eat this today.”
Lu Heng nodded and sat quietly beside the campfire and watched Ionas effortlessly tear apart the thin skin of the Demonic beasts and separate out the most delicious pieces of meat. It was the third day since they had entered the Lalan mine. A sub-dragon was too big to enter the mine. Lu Heng and his companion had to rely on their legs to find their way out.
Lu Heng opened the parchment roll in his hand in which he had drawn more than a dozen tunnels that they had explored in the past three days. If they couldn’t find the right way, they would have to go back. With the sub-dragon’s speed, it wouldn’t be too slow to take a detour to the Stonehenge Mountains.
“Help! Help me!”
Emitting a scream, a small figure rolled out of a mine tunnel. Closely following him from behind was a demonic beast. Lu Heng looked at Ionas. Ionas threw the bone-knife in his hand, which penetrated the beast’s eyes with unrivalled momentum.
The demonic beast crashed into rolling and it could not be any more dead .
The figure on the ground turned over and sat on the ground, grasping his chest desperately, revealing the expression of having his life saved: “Dear friends, the God of forging must have brought you to my side.”
This sturdy but short figure and the strange pronunciation of the common language, all displayed this person’s race. This was a dwarf. But he had not yet put on a beard to hide his face. It could be seen that the dwarf was still young and inexperienced.
“My dear friends, I am a bronze-bearded dwarf, Swori Steelhammer.” 1 The dwarf teenager settled down and got up quickly. He hammered his left chest with his strong fist. This was dwarf greeting for friendship.
“Hello, my dwarf friend, Mr. Swori Steelhammer,” Lu Heng returned a priest’s ceremonial greeting and pointed towards the other person, “I’m Joseph, over there is my friend Ionas.”
On the mainland, it was common to name one’s children in the name of the pope. Because many religious families believed that the use of the pope’s name could bring the holy light to their children. Just by saying the name Joseph, no one would suspect anything.
Sure enough, Swori only smiled brightly and exclaimed, “You saved me. From today on, you are the most sincere friends of the bronze-beard Dwarves! On behalf of the Bronze-beard Dwarves, I invite you to the Stonehenge Mountains to taste our most delicious spirits! ”