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"I didn't expect that as a dwarf, you actually understand the language of the Nightmare."
"Yes, the meaning of this name is indeed the Demon King."
A look of pride appeared on Stokar's face.
The entire Nightmare clan managed to escape from the abyss, and in the end only Stokar was left.
There is nothing wrong with being called the Demon King.
"Then let me see what the strength of this devil king of yours is like."
The old patriarch took a deep breath, and then suddenly raised his right hand.
A series of complicated and obscure mantras began to recite in his mouth.
"Um?"
Stokar looked at the old patriarch with some surprise. Just when he was about to take action, he felt a slight vibration.
It seems to be coming towards me.
And the direction from which the vibration came was actually outside the forging room.
"Warhammer of the dwarves, the dwarves are in danger now, and I need your help."
"Now, as a dwarf, I summon you to come!"
The old patriarch raised his right hand suddenly.
A loud noise suddenly came from outside the forging room, smashing the hard wall of the forging room.
Stokar looked back and saw a warhammer engraved with countless complicated magic patterns on its surface, flying over from behind him with a roar.
¡°Bang¡ª¡ª!¡±
Stokar subconsciously raised his hand to block, and the huge force of the flying war hammer knocked him back two steps.
Then he escaped from Stokar's obstruction and came into the hands of the old patriarch.
"This is a war hammer from ancient times."
Stokar is, after all, a strong man who has survived from ancient times to this day, even if he has been sealed under the abyss in the middle.
But he is still very sensitive to the aura of ancient times.
"Yes, this is indeed a war hammer forged in ancient times."
"My ancestors had long expected that such a day would come, so they spent their whole life forging this war hammer."
The old patriarch holds a war hammer in his hand, and the aura on his body is completely different.
The sudden surge in momentum even pushed back Stokar's pressure.
"Those damn guys actually still have this trick."
Stokar snorted coldly.
But there was no intention of backing down.
¡°If faced with an opponent at the peak of the heroic level, coupled with a war hammer preserved from ancient times, Stokar will retreat.
"Then he wouldn't have crawled out from under the abyss in the first place.
The old patriarch didn¡¯t speak, just stared at Stokar quietly.
This war hammer is exactly the one enshrined by the dwarves in the sacrificial hall.
It is the war hammer that the dwarves have inherited from ancient times to this day.
This warhammer has witnessed the glory of the dwarves, and has accompanied the dwarves through such a long period of time.
Since it was forged, it has been sealed in the sacrificial hall.
And now, it has finally been taken out.
A warhammer belonging to the dwarves.
"Come on! Let's fight!"
The old patriarch shouted loudly, his momentum rising sharply again.
This time, the pressure that erupted from the old patriarch was truly a strong-level pressure.
¡°This, how is this possible?!¡±
"Your realm is obviously only the peak of the hero level!"
Stokar was shocked.
Because Stokar couldn¡¯t understand why a guy at the peak of the hero level could turn into a strong man in an instant. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com