Chapter 487: Hearth Cat?
"I have to check on your followers first."
At some point, Yi Chun, who had transformed into a human form, said this.
"That's perfectly normal."
Gresar said in a muffled voice.
Then, He took Yi Chun towards the outer area of the Throne City.
The space beneath their feet is undergoing folds that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.
The seemingly far physical distance enabled the interaction to be completed in an instant.
A planet emitting a faint red light appeared in the sight of Grizzar and Yi Chun.
"war?"
Yi Chun glanced at the scarlet light emanating from outside the planet.
That is a scene that can only be created by the killing of a large number of mortals and the fanatical souls.
"That's exactly why I want to take them away..."
"They shouldn't have had to bear such a fate. It was me who brought them into this war..."
Gresar pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly.
And Yi Chun continued to observe.
The physical body cannot hinder Yi Chun's vision.
His vertical pupils, shining with deep divine light, quickly caught sight of Grissar's followers.
As expected by Yi Chun, they were a group of dwarves...
Relatively speaking, humans are not as stubborn as Grizzar described.
At least, that's the case in the vast majority of cases.
And in the timeline they are in , they are moving breathlessly.
Perhaps in the beginning, Gresar's followers were all young and strong laborers.
But as time goes by, even a hard stone can make a few loud noises.
Gradually, these original followers will start families or choose to separate.
As an ancient god, Grizzar has undoubtedly experienced an incalculable amount of time.
As time passed, his followers undoubtedly changed countless times.
Therefore, Yi Chun was not surprised by the various families among Gresar's followers...
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"Hurry! We must relight the fire before it gets dark for the third time!"
The dwarf Palmbeard Pandeda Guthrie jumped onto his own cart and shouted .
"Come down now, you idiot!"
"You're going to crush our cart!"
His wife said angrily, then kicked a fist-sized stone under her feet.
With perfect footwork, he smashed the stone hard on the head of Palmbeard Pandeda Guthrie.
If it were a human, he would be sentenced to more than three years...
Palmbeard Pandeda Guthrie muttered a few words indignantly, but still jumped down.
The cart was filled with all sorts of random things, including pumpkins that had not been eaten yet and fine hammers that had been made in the past.
Dwarves don't like swords very much - they are too fragile for them.
At least, that's the way Palmbeard Pandetta Guthrie's tribe works.
Like the hearth fire they trace, they trust in the heavy hammer.
Of course, the blacksmith's hammer is also a good thing, but it feels a bit painful to hit people with it.
The flesh and blood of those scums are not worthy of such a good hammer...
The dwarves were forced to leave their homeland.
They are not ordinary dwarves. They craft weapons and armor with exquisite craftsmanship and gain toughness and strength from the fire.
Ordinary battles cannot threaten them.
But even if they are immune to all poisons, the dwarves cannot drink well water for a long time because it does not contain a single drop of clean water and is filled with poison.
What's more, their young ones, who have not yet received the blessing of the hearth fire, cannot be as tough as their elders.
"The fire will remember!"
Palmbeard Pandetta Guthrie said angrily.
I don't know whether he was referring to those hateful invaders or his wife's irritable behavior.
And at this moment, they found that the road in front of them was suddenly shrouded in fog!
"careful!"
Palmbeard Pandeda Guthrie stopped his own cart, which was in the front, and then watched the movements around him vigilantly with a war hammer in hand.
As we all know, no matter what kind of dwarf.
Most of the time, dwarves have a rather bad attitude towards magic.
"It's the call of the hearthfire!"
The dwarves behind him exclaimed.
It turned out that there was a bright red mark floating above the fog.
That is the mark of Grizzar, the Molten Hammer and God of Blacksmiths!
"The fire won't call us, you fucked-up fools!"
Palmbeard Pandeda Gus did not let his guard down, but instead prepared for battle more cautiously.
As a veteran follower of the Hearthfire, he naturally understood what kind of god he was following...
He will protect them and watch over them, but He will never call them.
Because He doesn’t actually need them…
Moreover, the Molten Hammer, the God of Blacksmiths, Grizzar, is really a god who is afraid of trouble...
He would rather spend his time and energy on the clanging of anvils and furnaces.
But normally, no one would dare to abuse the mark of other gods.
unless……
It's a war of gods!
The iron-hard heart of Palmbeard Pandeda Gess couldn't help but tighten.
He knew the weight of this concept; it might mean the complete disappearance of several races that originally occupied most of the world's land.
Or, something even worse...
Just when Palmbeard Pandeda Gus was feeling a little uneasy, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
Because the fog in front of him suddenly split into two different roads.
One of them leads to the area where the hearth fire mark appeared previously.
The other one is shrouded in thick fog.
However, at the entrance of this street, an ordinary-looking orange cat was watching them quietly.
Palmwhisker Pandeda Gus saw scrutiny, observation and...disdain in the eyes of the orange cat.
Well, that's normal.
Sometimes even humans dislike these little guys...
Why not say elves?
Because the elves and dwarves also dislike...
Suddenly, Palmwhisker Pandeda Gus's eyes locked on the neck of the orange cat.
There, there was an ordinary-looking bell.
But, above that bell, Palmbeard Pandeda Gus felt the pure power of the fire!
Is it the hearth's house cat?
The next moment, Palmbeard Pandeda Gus gave up the idea.
It doesn't seem like Gresar is a god who has the time and patience to raise a cat...
"Meow."
The orange cat shouted impatiently at the hesitant dwarves, then disappeared into the thick fog behind him.
"Follow it!"
Palmwhisker Pandeda Gus gritted his teeth, then took the lead and followed the orange cat.
"That's the mark of the fire..."
“Bang!”
"Listen to the chief! Is your brain working again?"
"I'm just saying..."
The dwarves grumbled and followed Palmbeard Pandeda Gus slowly over.
On the other side, in some distant divine realm.
"The sudden change..."
"It was not in the destiny of the stars..."
"Now, it's there..."
A low voice sounded slowly.
And at this moment in the timeline, in a realm unknown to Him, a cat's paw mark lit up...
