Let the dwarves discover these secret mines of human race, attract the attention of the elves, and then seal off other mining deposits. Even if they are finally investigated, it has little to do with the elves and Nian Nian.

After all, it is a fact that the dwarves are running around. It is reasonable if something happens so close to Murigan is noticed by the elves.

"I won't care for the time being. Anyway, the dwarves will definitely die. Those are players, and the resurrection point is far away in your own territory. When they come back to take revenge, the matter here will be resolved long ago."

York touched his nose. The dwarf knight and the warrior were both close combat professions. Facing the fierce little mallet, they really couldn't get any benefits.

"If you don't want the elves to discover the fight here, it's best to let the dwarves die faster and don't escape and yell around." York reminded.

"There are so many ores in this mine. After this, those humans will probably give up here in order to avoid disaster. Don't worry about the dwarves who go back to the death talking nonsense. They are eager to eat the gold here alone."

These people were carefully selected by York and knew their nature very well.

"So as long as you suffocate those people here quietly, what happened in this mine can continue to be hidden for a few days."

Although the details are not clear, York felt that every year he should be very interested in the small mallet.

"...Okay," Every year, I looked at York, who had no love for the same race, and turned over and jumped off Mrs. Morgan's back, "Don't go over and show my face, I'll go back and take a look."

......

In the underground mine, the small mallet in Miller's hand was still in that ordinary appearance, without even a trace of blood.

The thick-skinned giant lizard was smashed into a pool of blood, the heavy hammer was smashed into a ball of powder, and even the dragon breath spit out from the mouth of the dragon was smashed into a breeze that shone on the face. Not to mention those ordinary flesh and blood bodies, they could not withstand the slight touch of the small hammer.

Milleryan threw his hand and the mallet flew out, smashing the last dwarf knight who wanted to jump out of the hole to the ground, turning into a white light, and suddenly he was exhausted and sat down to the ground panting.

His hands finally began to tremble. He wanted to laugh at the sky, and he wanted to vomit in disgust. He suddenly crawled on the ground in fear and crawled towards the small wooden hammer that fell to the ground.

The survivors in the mine were also awakened by his actions and rushed towards the small mallet. Between cursing and pushing, blood gradually filled with light.

A man who happened to be standing next to Miller just raised his knife when he suddenly felt a flash in front of him. The blade trembled, and the sharp blade uncontrollably slashed through the chest of the person in front of him and penetrated directly into Miller's back.

The man was puzzled for a few seconds, then he put the matter behind his head, bent down to grab the small mallet, and never stood up again.

Everyone in the mine failed to stand up again. They died here ugly and strangely.

In the shadow, a figure slowly walked out, stepped on the clean land, hummed the song easily, and walked to the small wooden hammer.

The man bent down, picked up the small wooden hammer, squeezed it in his hand and tried it, and sighed helplessly.

"I just knew I couldn't get it."

"It would be too much if I carried this thing with me..."

The man touched his waist and smiled slightly.

......

In just over a dozen minutes, York, who was bored on Mrs. Morgan's back, waited for the return of every year.

"How about it?"

"Everything is dead." Nian shook his head regretfully.

"If you die, just die. Have you snatched that little mallet?"

York asked with great enthusiasm.
Chapter completed!