The stone door in front of him could be said to be the last line of defense for the Eastern City, and logically, it should have been guarded by a large number of Dwarf soldiers.
But the situation before him was full of a sense of relaxation.
Silently, Lyle approached the drunken Dwarf soldier, passed the stone door to observe the rear, and saw several Dwarf soldiers guarding on both sides, who also looked just as drunk.
Looking up into the distance, he could already see the Eastern City.
"This is?" Lyle's gaze froze.
Rows of box-like, featureless buildings came into view, some were two-story buildings, and others were one-story.
And most of these buildings looked like they had just been built, and even in the distance, he could see some Dwarves waving tools to build.
Seeing this scene, Lyle realized something. He exited the stone door and looked at the Dwarf soldier leaning against the corner of the wall, snoring due to drunkenness, and raised his palm.
Slap! A crisp sound.
The Dwarf soldier's cheek immediately swelled up, and he woke up suddenly from the pain, looking with confused eyes at Lyle, who was standing in front of him, wrapped in a black robe.
"All-Race Charm."
The Dwarf soldier's body stiffened, then relaxed, and he wobbled as he climbed up from the ground.
"What is the situation here?" Lyle asked.
"We are building the brand new city of "Feo Jura"." The Dwarf soldier spoke with slightly slurred words.
"Then what about your original Southern City?"
"I heard from the Commander-in-Chief that traces of a large number of Quagoa were discovered near our Southern City, "Feo Razo"."
"The Regents, just in case, sent all the craftsmen to build a brand new city here in advance."
After Lyle asked a few more questions, a look of realization appeared in his eyes.
He had been a bit puzzled before; clearly, according to the timeline, the Dwarves should still be in the Southern City now.
But the situation before him showed that as early as several years ago, the Dwarves had already started building the new city in advance.
No wonder the security here was so lax.
Thinking about it carefully, it was normal. How could the relocation of an entire race be completed in a short time? It must have been prepared well in advance, and the foundation had already been laid.
So, most of the Dwarves were still in the Southern City now. Should he go there? Wait!
"You just said all the craftsmen were sent here to build, so the Rune Smiths are here too?" Lyle remembered what the Dwarf soldier had just said, and his eyes lit up.
"They should be here too." The Dwarf soldier said somewhat uncertainly.
With the development of "Enchantment" technology, even among the Dwarves, the outdated craft of Rune Technology was no longer valued.
After finishing the questions, Lyle raised his palm, knocked the Dwarf soldier unconscious, and then let him lean against the corner of the wall again, disguised as someone sleeping from drunkenness.
His figure flashed. Lyle disappeared and entered the Eastern City.
Using the rough and simple method of "All-Race Charm", he found lone Dwarf craftsmen to question directly, and soon locked onto the location of all the Rune Smiths.
The rest was much simpler! Taking advantage of the gap while these Dwarf craftsmen were sleeping, Lyle knocked out the Rune Smiths he found and used Teleportation magic to return to the Lava Zone.
After going back and forth dozens of times, without alerting any of the Dwarves, all the Rune Smiths had been taken away by Lyle.
The next day. Outside the Lava Zone.
More than 20 Rune Smiths were lying on the ground snoring, some rolling over and pressing onto other Dwarves.
These Dwarves were all about 140cm tall, with short limbs, beer-barrel-like physiques, and beards of gray and brown.
"Snore!" "Grind!" "Snore!" Various sounds of snoring and even teeth grinding came from this group of Dwarves from time to time.
Lyle sat cross-legged not far away, one hand supporting his chin; it seemed that because this group of Dwarves were sleeping so soundly, he couldn't help but yawn.
The Ghost Hound lay on Lyle's right side, its sharp beastly eyes sweeping over the group of Dwarves from time to time, with curiosity in its eyes.
And to Lyle's left stood respectfully the Gray Dwarf Minister of Forging, who was controlled by "All-Race Charm".
Three gazes simultaneously stared at this group of Dwarves.
Lyle was not in a hurry to wake the Dwarves up; the ability of "All-Race Charm" could only control one creature at a time and could not control more than 20 Dwarf craftsmen at once.
To make this group of abducted Dwarves work for his somewhat crazy ideas, he could not use hard-handed methods entirely.
"Hoo~" Gondo let out a strong snoring sound from his throat, making his upper and lower lips tremble.
After finishing a snore, Gondo, eyes closed, chewed his mouth, and in a half-awake, half-asleep state, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
So hot. This thought flashed through Gondo's mind.
Dwarves, who liked to live underground, did not like cold environments, but the temperature on the Azerlisia Mountains was already cold. Even when underground, the temperature was usually not high.
But now it was too hot. Was the environment of the Eastern City this hot, or had he drunk too many bowls of wine last night and hadn't sobered up yet?
Gondo thought like this while opening his sleepy eyes.
The crimson light reflected between the mountain walls was the first thing to enter his eyes; this was the light and heat transmitted from the magma sea.
Gondo stared at such a scene, stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up, quickly climbing up from the ground while screaming in panic: "Fire! Fire!"
The terrified screams echoed between the mountain walls. The other Dwarves who were still sleeping all jumped up from the ground, looking around in panic.
However, there was no fire around! No! This was not the Eastern City "Feo Jura" where they were.
"What the hell is this place? Weren't we building houses?" A Dwarf asked blankly.
Slap! Just then, a crisp sound of hands clapping came from in front of the group of Dwarves, attracting the gaze of all the Dwarves.
A human sitting cross-legged on the ground, wrapped in a black robe, came into the field of vision of all the Dwarves present.
And a monster similar to a magic wolf, and... a Dwarf?
The Gray Dwarf Minister of Forging's gray skin, which was different from their skin color, made all the Dwarves' gazes pause.
"Welcome everyone to the Lava Zone."
"I am very sorry for inviting you here without your consent."
Lyle applied slight force to his legs and easily stood up from his cross-legged position, speaking apologetically to the group of Dwarves in front of him.
As soon as these words were spoken! All the originally noisy Dwarves suddenly quieted down.
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