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Chapter 61 0061: The name of the mother of winter
Click, click, click.

A loud chewing sound came from under the dark green pupils.

Ken was a little confused. He was guessing the identity of the shadow. Quema took out a torch from the pyre and held it high to illuminate the other party.

"Wow, take care of the old man, brat, I'm not used to it."

【Mysterious Dwarf Blacksmith】

[Attitude: Calm]

[A certain cursed eccentric, he is burdened with sins and endowed with eternal life, but he will be trapped here forever. 】

The light spreads out, turning vague outlines into concrete details.

The blacksmith was short and stocky, unkempt, and his original skin color could no longer be seen.

He was wearing an ancient battle armor with a long history, and the erodible parts had already been turned into dust. At this time, there were only a few metal wires and tendons of unknown material connected together, and a few dangling pieces of iron were hung. Fortunately, one piece was still new. The clothes, otherwise you can't look directly at them, it should be brought by Arthur.

Ken put away the notes.

If nothing else, this person, who should be a witness of the dwarven era, has become a special kind of existence, tortured beyond recognition by fate and curse.

"It's so good, lively, hey? You haven't answered me yet, is it true that you cured Hunting?"

The dwarf squinted curiously.

He wanted to see the appearance of the guests clearly in the firelight.

"probably."

Ken answered ambiguously.

He doesn't like to expose too much to strangers, especially if the other party is a "living fossil", which is likely to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Hahaha, it's really interesting."

The dwarf's emotions were complicated, and his cheeks twitched from time to time. The long and lonely years seemed to make him lose the correct emotional feedback.

"The face of Nanjiang is actually paired with Qiwen."

[Attitude: curious]

"Do you mean Winter Mother?"

Quima asked tentatively.

Ken fell into deep thought. This was the second time he had heard this name.

Marungu once mentioned: Santon Kaya is "the orphan of Qiwen", and the notes explained that it is rumored that Dongmu appeared in the "Battle of Qiwen", and the survivors at that time became her initial believers.

Start warming.

The name of the old god, or another name for the battle?
Ken turned to the dwarves for answers.

In fact, he didn't care about the truth of the ancient times, but he just wanted to use this to test and verify the identity of the other party from another direction, so as to avoid the situation where the remarks did not match the parties involved again.

The dwarf leaned against the stump.

His hands were cut off and completely wrapped in black iron sheets, which seemed to be some kind of ancient punishment with a strong sense of ritual.

For a craftsman, this is more cruel than death.

"How do you evaluate Winter Mother?"

asked the dwarf, enjoying every conversation, and was so satisfied with talking to living people that he even put down the fruit between the iron plates.

"He who governs abundance, love, and mercy..."

"Bullshit!"

The dwarf was suddenly angry.

[Attitude: Excited and uncontrollable]

His chest was bulging, his breathing was short of breath, and his lunatic-like emotional changes made Quema a little speechless.

"Qiwen is the god of killing. She is the incarnation of severe winter in the northern region. Her blood is all over the noble throne. She is the most admirable existence among all the old gods in the northern region!"

The dwarf spoke with saliva splashing, his expression horrified.

Ken frowned slightly, because the other party's dark iron plate was pointing at him, with ancient inscriptions engraved on it, like some kind of curse, and like a god-given mark.

"Battle of Qiwen?"

One eye of the dwarf artisan was wide open, the other was half-closed, with trembling eyelids.

"In the old news of history, has it ever been recorded who the opponent is? No, because it is herself! Qi Wen once used the stars to strip off her tyranny at the top of the Wishing Peak, and then led her subjects to defeat her..."

The dwarf stood up.

His legs and feet were deformed and shrunken, and he used his severed arm to draw waves in the air, and he narrated in a cadence, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"From now on, in the long years~ she has been repenting for her blood debt!"

"We all carry our sins."

He fell to his knees suddenly and struck the head with a steel hammer.

"Gods, humans, undead, the never-ending struggle."

……

The dwarves have completely fallen into the quagmire of madness, and they will never regain their sanity for a moment.

He jumped into the bonfire, and was burnt to ashes in an instant, at a strangely fast speed.

"My God!?"

Quima screamed.

Ken hurried forward to check, but the flames of deflagration were gathered as before, and there was nothing abnormal, as if what he saw just now was an illusion.

He expanded his gray vision and saw a volumeless shadow in the corner.

Then think of the "eternal life" mentioned in the remarks.

It seems that the dwarves are using this method to fight against their out-of-control emotions.

Ken was a little moved, anyone who lived alone for such a long time would behave strangely.

[Historical truth: The name of Dongmu]

[During the long years in the Ausua Continent, history has always been mottled and faded for future generations. There will inevitably be errors in the interpretation and dissemination of the content. Some people pursue the truth, while others deliberately conceal it. 】

The age of the old gods was the heyday of Palotusbi.

At that time, in the snowy northern region, the dwarves had not yet risen, and the eternal frozen wall had not been built, and the remaining power of the gods could shock the entire continent of Osua.

The countries in southern Xinjiang also have their trump cards.

Ancient dragons and legendary monsters roam freely.

A storm above the water, a shadow in the deep sea.

Everything is gone...

Remarks refer to historical truth.

The murals and ancient scrolls scattered all over the mainland will contain fragments of ancient times, which have been repeatedly pondered by future generations. The stronger the empire, the more it attaches importance to history, and even sets up a special academy for research.

There are even organizations obsessed with history.

They have mastered many mysteries, and they don't know what to pursue in the ancient years.

Although the number of members of this type of organization is very small, each of them is a mysterious and powerful monster, and each has its own legendary deeds that have been talked about.

[You know the name of Winter Mother, at some point in the future, this information may help you. 】

Ken's idea is simple:
Since the remarks give a reminder, it means that it is useful to oneself, no matter how bad it is, it also increases experience. If you are lucky, you may be able to find a way to become stronger and protect yourself as soon as possible.

He scattered his disorganized thoughts, turned around and looked down the steps.

"You still know that you are infected by hunting?"

The dwarf craftsman mentioned it on his own initiative, and it could only be relayed by Arthur.

Since the other party knew what Worchier had done, he didn't know what was good and what was wrong, and ran away willfully, which completely broke the spirit craftsman's heart.

"Well, after I was scratched by the undead, I remembered it."

When he said this, Arthur felt that his tongue was tied, and his teeth could not be separated cleanly, and he almost squeezed the words out of his mouth.

"I remember, many things."

[Attitude: Regret]

Ken's questioning gave him the motivation to reflect.

In Arthur's mind, the door he opened for himself before he lost his mind, the figure who took care of him during his illness, and the anxious and haggard look on the teacher's face after he regained consciousness.

Arthur sat down on the ground dejectedly.

He said softly:
"The apprentices in the workshop will always make fun of the teacher. Although the ancient furnace master Marlun will take care of the teacher, this is the northern border, and the status of the spirit craftsman is too embarrassing..."

"The big tribe is okay, there is a need for farming and construction, but here is the Dewar, the ancient furnace, the Dewar tribe that forges artifacts!"

Ken also sat on the steps.

He propped up his arms, with a relaxed expression, looking down at the young and strong blacksmith below.

　Thanks to "Anjiebei" and "Magellan 6" for the rewards, thank you bosses~ the company is working overtime, the update is a bit embarrassing, and we are starting to update it.

　　
　
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