Chapter 68 Madness

As for Warhammer's father, no one knows who he is, and even Warhammer's mother did not reveal any information about him until she died.

Because of this, Warhammer's status in the dwarves is somewhat awkward, and he has been called a bastard since he was a child.

Fortunately, Warhammer has been slow to react and his brain is not very smart since he was a child, so he doesn't care about these criticisms at all.  Over time, other people also find it boring, and few people have called Warhammer a bastard for many years.

Warhammer muttered a few words, smiled at Uncle Iron Axe, and left the forging table with his butt covered.

After climbing out of the crater, Warhammer touched his stomach, and his stomach gurgled.

Warhammer hurried home and rushed into the kitchen as soon as he entered the door.

In the kitchen, a white-haired old dwarf was preparing lunch. Looking at the old man, Zhan Hammer said aggrievedly, "Grandma, I'm hungry..."

"Go outside and wait! You fool! You only know how to eat!" The old dwarf was also very irritable. He cursed and threw out a kitchen knife.

Although Zhan Hammer was simple-minded, he was not stupid. Although his body was thin, he was very flexible. He tilted his head slightly, and the kitchen knife flew out close to Zhan Hammer's cheek, directly chopping down a cabinet behind Zhan Hammer.

Snap, the cabinet was directly chopped into pieces by the kitchen knife. There were two dark brown jars in the cabinet. The cabinet was damaged and the jars were also knocked to the ground, revealing the white powder inside.

Zhan Hammer was stunned and shouted to the kitchen, "Grandma, you knocked over the ashes of grandpa and mother again!"

"It's overturned, just sweep it up and stuff it together, you go and fix the cabinet!" The old dwarf cursed, as if he didn't care at all.

Warhammer said "oh" and stood in front of the cabinet in a daze. He was in a daze. He was always like this, inexplicably in a daze.

The old dwarf in the kitchen saw no movement outside the house, and poked his head out. Seeing that Warhammer was in a daze again, he was furious. The rolling pin in his hand was used by the old dwarf like a javelin, piercing Warhammer's back head.

It's strange to say, as if it was a coincidence or as if Warhammer had eyes behind his head, just when the rolling pin was about to hit Warhammer's back head, Warhammer suddenly lowered his head and rubbed his nose.

The rolling pin flew out with his hair and was nailed directly into the stone wall. It didn't go in for nearly two-thirds. The force can be imagined.

"Hehe, I... I'll fix it now!" Warhammer smiled, stretched out his palm and exerted force, and the broken cabinet was restored to its original state.

This is the power of magic. A dwarf can actually use magic? And can cast spells without a wand?

If this matter were to spread, it would probably make most human wizards drop their jaws.

Although the dwarves also have magical energy in their bodies, they cannot activate or use magic. They can only rely on their magic power on weapons and engage in close combat.

Dwarves are natural warriors with natural divine power, which is a bit like the Viking wizards who use blood magic, but Viking wizards are human after all. In addition to using blood magic to stimulate physical strength, they can also use magic wands to activate magic against the enemy.

Dwarves are completely different. All dwarves cannot be recognized by magic wands, let alone activate the magic power in their bodies to cast magic. Their fighting style is relatively pure, pure melee berserkers.

Watching Warhammer use magic, grandma was not surprised at all. She was used to it. Warhammer itself was different from other dwarves. Warhammer's magical talent and ability to use magic were also the biggest secret of the whole family.

Since Warhammer was born, his mother did not allow him to use magic outside. After his mother died, this rule was also continued by grandma.

Grandma rolled her eyes at Warhammer and turned into the kitchen to continue cooking. However, at this moment, a noise came from outside the house.

Grandma continued to cook without noticing anything, and just sighed softly: "Oh, they are fighting again, I wonder how many people will die this time..."

Warhammer cleaned up the mess in the outer room and looked outside curiously through the crystal window: "Huh? Uncle Iron Axe and... the Chongtie family are fighting!"

"It's okay, that old guy has been fighting all his life and has never lost!" Grandma said nonchalantly.

Warhammer scratched his head, as if he remembered something, as if he was mumbling to himself, and as if he was talking to grandma: "Chongjian was killed by Uncle Iron Axe... He... He said that Uncle Iron Axe drank his wine."

"What?" Grandma exclaimed and ran out of the kitchen quickly: "Chongjian is dead? Why didn't you say it earlier!? "

Grandma's face was horrified. The Chongtie clan is the largest dwarf clan in the ancient world of Danvar, with a total of 20 people. You know, there are only more than 30 dwarves in the whole village.

As for Chongjian, he was the most outstanding young man of the Chongtie clan, and he was also the key training target for the next generation of clan leaders. Now Chongjian was killed by Tiefu. With the hot temper of the Chongtie clan, they would definitely fight to the death with Tiefu.

Grandma pushed the war hammer aside and looked out of the house through the crystal window.

I saw more than a dozen dwarves of the Chongtie clan surrounded Tiefu. All of them were injured, and the most seriously injured was Tiefu. After all, even if Tiefu had rich combat experience, he was still no match for four hands. He was not Ip Man. Fighting ten was just talk. Ip Man probably wouldn't get any benefit.

"Ip Man, you bastard! You dare to kill my grandson. No matter how powerful the three brothers of the Chongtie clan are, you will definitely die today. Our Chongtie clan will make you pay the price!" An old dwarf with gray hair but still muscular body shouted with full energy, and endless anger burned in his eyes.

"If you want to fight, then fight! Damn it, I can chop off your grandson and your dog head!" Iron Axe shouted angrily, picked up the battle axe and rushed forward.

Just at this moment, two figures rushed out of a low house not far away. They looked 70% similar to Iron Axe. They were also muscular, and their explosive muscles showed a wild aura.

The two dwarves followed Iron Axe and rushed to kill without saying a word. For a while, the battle was deadlocked, and more than a dozen dwarves were unable to do anything to these three people.

"Hey..." War Hammer sighed, hurriedly hugged his grandmother, and stammered: "Grandma, don't... don't go! You will... die..."

However, at this time, the grandmother did not listen to the dissuasion at all. Her eyes were red and stared at the people fighting in the distance. She was not looking at the battle, but staring at the blood spurting out. Her eyes became more and more bloodshot, and the anger in her eyes burst out instantly.

The next second, grandma broke free from the restraints of her war hammer and rushed out of the room like a madman. At the same time, all the other dwarves in the village also rushed out like crazy and joined the melee directly.