Regardless of his affiliation with the Hoder, Siegfried, whose face and expression were completely concealed by his helmet, was truly shocked by the dwarves' underground city.
Since there was an underground city belonging to giants like "Grinheim", this left a lasting impression on Siegfried. As a result, at first, he wasn't really interested in the so-called underground city at all.
After all, no matter how you put it, an underground environment that never sees the light of day and must rely on flames from fires lit in high places and torches to provide light is truly undesirable.
Compared to the so-called underground cities he had ever seen, Siegfried obviously preferred the vast plains and the sky.
Whether it was the sun that Sól dragged in his chariot, the soft moon that Mani dragged, or the stars that adorned the sky, these were all he liked.
But it turned out that his experience was too shallow after all, and using the underground city of giants to compare with the creations of the dwarves was an insult in itself.
More importantly, this is not because the giants are shoddy - you can't do better than Mr. King Grin in a human position, because the 'underground city' itself is not a good thing to construct.
But the dwarves are an exception...
This race cannot see the light of day due to various problems, they are born in the dark world, so they are good at surviving in this environment.
It's not just about barely surviving, but about living 'perfect' and not being able to see the brilliance of the sun?
It doesn't matter, they can cast stars themselves, treat the entire mountain city as night, and use the unquenchable fire of Muspelheim as raw materials to cast artificial stars hanging from above.
"Pure dwarf craftsmanship, my friend."
As Tonggin said, this place is all the crystallisation of dwarves.
They are not only the best blacksmiths in the Nine Realms, but also the best race in the Nine Worlds for 'crafts'.
Although Siegfried had a specific understanding of the dwarvens' craftsmanship long ago
Because the armor on his body was forged by Regin, and Regin and his uncle teamed up to repair the Holy Sword of Divine Wrath, not to mention, now all kinds of holy swords, magic swords and gods' utensils in the mortal world are related to dwarves.
But still, this didn't prevent him from gaining a deeper understanding and perception of it.
But since he wasn't a bard himself, he really couldn't describe everything he saw in any elaborate or poetic manner.
In the end, he could only hold back these words: "It's like another world."
It's very simple, but it's also the most accurate description of how he really feels. That's simply how he feels in reality.
When he truly stepped into Gnitaheið from the outside world, where it was still daytime, he felt as though he had entered the night. Yet, it was still a wonderfully beautiful starry night.
To be honest, if Regin hadn't told him that this was an underground city that had been closed for nearly a hundred years, he would have thought that it was some kind of magical land.
The world is dark, but not evil. Gnitaheið is like a beautiful city under this starry night.
Just as Siegfried was quietly enjoying the tranquility and beauty of that place, Hoder suddenly started walking ahead of everyone else.
Since there was no one else in the underground city anymore, his actions were quite noticeable. When his metal boots hit the ground, the noise woke Siegfried up, who was still under the influence of alcohol.
"Uncle."
"It's okay, I'll look here myself."
Hearing the voice behind him, Hoder simply waved his hand to signal to the person to slow down.
At the same time, he also sighed to himself: It's this special plot that makes such a vivid NPC possible.
In ordinary dungeons, the behavior patterns of NPCs are almost fixed. For example, just yesterday, Siegfried, who was a fixed NPC in that dungeon, couldn't be summoned at all.
He operates in a fixed manner, with a predetermined plot. During this time, players can completely ignore him and proceed with their own actions.
When Siegfried arrived at the scene, not only was there no need for him to fight at all, but the evil dragons had already been killed.
Thinking of this, the corners of Hoder's mouth couldn't help but rise in a smile.
To be honest, Fáfnir is a really pathetic boss. He's been defeated countless times, and all he's ever dropped is a baby black dragon.
In the end, Hoder didn't know what to say. All he could do was pray that he would have better luck on this dungeon adventure. After all, he could at least touch the corpse.
In the end, his eyes were fixed on the location of the incredibly prominent palace in the distance.
This is the city and palace of the dwarves. Although the passages are quite wide, the houses of the dwarves are always one size smaller than those inhabited by humans. This applies even to the palaces.
Compared to human palaces, the dwarves' palaces aren't very large. They're probably several times smaller in size. But still, the palace that once belonged to the dwarf king Hreidmar shouldn't be underestimated.
Its splendor and luxury are far beyond anything that ordinary palaces can offer. It seems as though the skills and craftsmanship of the dwarves have been brought to their peak in the creation of this palace.
At first glance, you'll definitely be attracted to it. Nothing else will be on your mind at that moment.
But Hoder won't do it. He's already seen those previous copies many times. So, at this moment, his attention is completely focused on the person standing in front of the palace.
Due to the distance, if you look at the main entrance from here, the structure appears to be very small. It's so small that most people would ignore it. Only when you get closer will you begin to notice it. But Hod knows that that's exactly their goal.
"Regin. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak."
At the same time, the seemingly old dwarf also walked slowly.
"You found out…"
Have you found the evil dragon yet??
He originally wanted to ask that question.
Because before Regin escaped, his eldest brother Fáfnir had become an evil dragon. Fáfnir's terrifyingly large body and head filled Regin's thoughts constantly.
However, at that moment, his words came to an abrupt halt, and even his thoughts ceased as well. It was because the person he saw before his eyes was someone he knew very well.
The dwarves were accustomed to living in the darkness of the night. Their eyesight was naturally better than that of humans. In fact, they had the best eyesight of all the races in the Nine Realms. With such sharp vision, they could see the figure standing in front of the palace.
Of course, for humans and the gods, that figure can only be described as "short". But for Regin, it's a symbol of something else entirely.
Even a long time ago—perhaps hundreds of years ago—he still considered that figure to be the most magnificent person in the whole world.
Blue-white skin, sinister armor, and intimidating helmets – all these elements don't match the physique of dwarves at all. Additionally, the heavy swords they wield aren't suitable for their size.
Among all the dwarves, there's only one person who possesses such a appearance!
The great prince of Gnitaheið, the eldest son of the dwarf Hreidmar, the bravest warrior who guards the gates of Vanaheim!
"Fáfnir…