omniscient god

The first floor of the central tower is equipped with magic teleportation equipment.Just like the church, the teleportation device can't send them directly to the territory of other races, they need to go to its outer border, and then go to the destination by walking or other means of transportation.

But Thirteen wasn't going to use that thing at all.

Are you kidding, he is the best person in the world who is good at space transfer.

As long as Thirteen has been to the place, he can set the coordinates for it.From now on, with just a snap of his fingers, he can travel back and forth between various races with ease.

——This is also the reason why he is so confident in his escape.

I don't know magic, so the equipment function must be done carefully.Thirteen said so.

As for the transmission equipment on the first floor, it is only set up for other machines.

The little puppet, which was freshly released from the manufacturing machine, entered the teleportation array under the command of the technical puppet, and after a flash of light, it arrived at the new battlefield or entered the warehouse to wait.

The central tower is running, the machines are working non-stop, and the assembly line is working, making mechanical puppets in an endless stream.Unless the coalition forces break into the machine field and destroy the central tower, it will never be possible to wipe out all the machine races.

After He Le packed his luggage, he turned around and called Shisan who was on the sidelines.

Turning around, he froze for a moment.

"Are you ready?"

"Uh...um..." He Lemumu nodded.

Thirteen grabbed He Le, snapped his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, the two had arrived at the outskirts of the Dwarf Kingdom.

He Le was very uncomfortable, frowning all the time, staring at Shisan beside him.

In order not to reveal his identity, this guy actually disguised himself back to the appearance of "Ophir" - gray robes, messy chicken nest hair, and funny round glasses.

And...Ophir's pure and innocent expression.

He Le's scalp felt numb when he saw it, and there was a gust of wind behind him.

"You'd better cover your face too." Thirteen reminded him, taking out a hooded cloak and urging him to put it on.

"Is this level of camouflage okay?" He Le put on the cloak.

"No problem." Thirteenth said, "The main target of the coalition forces is me. Take a look at the wanted reward order at the gate of the city."

He pointed to the bulletin board outside the city wall, on which there were several portraits of Shisan hanging impressively.

He Le touched his conscience and said that he couldn't tell it was Shisan at all, the painting was too abstract, Shisan was clearly a person who could be described as beautiful!

"This arrest warrant... I don't think the dwarf councilor wants to catch you at all," he complained.

"Yeah." Shisan sighed, "When I take a photo of myself at night and send it to Castle, let him change the picture, it will really affect my image too much."

"Can you not say such things with the face and expression of 'Ophir'?" He Le warned him solemnly.

Dwarf kingdom - Stilven, the capital of steel, a city of forging and smelting.

Legend has it that every dwarf is born a master blacksmith. Most of them are bold and unrestrained, diligent and stubborn, and they will not let go of one thing easily.Most of the high-end weapons in the entire Eland world come from the hands of the dwarves, who are the richest race in the world.

This is the richest city in the world, although it is not as enthusiastic as Hadfield, the capital of trade, but it is also one of the most prosperous cities.

The dwarves don't like overly fancy buildings. Their cities are full of rust and oily smells, and the sound of blacksmithing turns into rhythmic notes, resounding through the town.The city is full of dwarf craftsmen's shops. The merchants come from various other races.

The dwarves craftsmen are generous. They usually don't look at other races with colored glasses. As long as they can make money, they can discuss anything.

Some dwarf craftsmen's shops will open their homes and expand to other tribes in the distance, but the headquarters of Doraus remains in Stilven.This royal city is backed by the resource-rich Black Iron Mountain Range, which has brought rich resources to the Dwarves for thousands of years.

All kinds of high-quality weapons are displayed in the shop window, and He Le is very moved when he sees them.The equipment made by dwarf craftsmen is very valuable, even if it is placed in Hadfield City's underground auction, it is still worth spending a lot of money by nobles and rich people.

However, after leaving the Knights, He Le's savings decreased day by day, and he returned to the days of hardship.He might be able to buy a medium weapon by emptying his wallet, but He Le refuses to eat and drink for nothing to be a soft-legged shrimp.

Thirteen in the mechanical field provided him with food and clothing unconditionally, and he still felt a little bit sorry.

He Le sighed silently, and Shisan followed him.

"Why do you learn from me?" He Le asked.

Thirteen was holding the oak stick, with a grievance on his face, and whispered: "How can you covet the works of these primitive creatures... Just ask me, you obviously deserve better things..."

"Primitive creature?" He Le couldn't help repeating, expressing doubts about Thirteen's statement, "Could anyone be better than dwarf craftsmen?"

Although the two deliberately lowered their voices, they were still detected by the sharp-eared dwarf blacksmith.

The blacksmith was lying on the rocking chair with his feet crossed. Hearing this, he immediately jumped up, waved his small hammer angrily, and shouted at the two: "You two bumpkins! Who are you calling 'primitive creatures'?"

"Sorry! We didn't mean that..." He Le waved his hand to explain.

"Everyone, come quickly, here are two brats calling us 'primitive creatures'!" The dwarf blacksmith yelled loudly, and the dwarves on a street poked their heads out one after another, and surrounded them aggressively.

Standing among dozens of dwarves, the two suddenly looked tall.He Le couldn't explain, so he could only apologize repeatedly.

The stubborn dwarves refused to accept it. This is the territory of the dwarves. The craftsmanship of the dwarf craftsmen is famous all over the world. Who would not want to have a piece of equipment forged by them?

Now there are actually two people questioning their authority and insulting them, of course the dwarves are outraged.

He Le poked Shisan with his elbow, signaling him to show his superb knowledge, make some useful remarks, and solve the problem of being attacked by the crowd.

Thirteen held on to the big glasses in fear, completely playing the role of "Ophir" even in the way he spoke.

He bowed to the dwarves: "Masters, we didn't think carefully. That... I don't know how to calm you down? I am willing to help you."

——Where did the villain BOSS, who used to be domineering and said that everyone here is a hot chicken, go!He Le was startled.

"You are responsible for what you say!" cried one of the dwarves. "I propose that they be handed over to the Inquisition!"

The dwarves agreed.

"If this can relieve everyone..." Thirteen said, "I'm really sorry."

He Le's wonderful trip to the dwarves ended in prison.

The noise soon attracted patrolling guards, and the two were arrested for "disrespect" and put in a trial room.

The so-called court is a prison for the dwarves. After the Haiqi people were imprisoned, He Le revisited the old place again.

Adventuring with Thirteen, almost nothing good will happen.

"Isn't it very good, what's the bad luck." Thirteen said leisurely.

"Isn't it unlucky for us to be put in prison?" He Le said.

Thirteen shook his index finger, pretending to be deep. He pointed to the ceiling and said, "The palace of the dwarves is above our heads. It would save time if we were directly caught in this way."

"..." He Le was speechless.

"Let's break out of prison to see Castle in the middle of the night!" He was elated.

"...So, you planned everything, right?" Anyway, He Le couldn't come up with such a crooked idea in his life.

"You can think so if you want." Thirteen said with a half-smile.

The two spent a boring time in the dwarven prison, and the guards changed in the early hours of the morning.

The new dwarf guard held a bucket of draft beer and drank it happily. However, he seemed to be unable to drink, so he took a few sips in a hurry and was immediately drunk.Seeing this, Thirteen took out a key from the interspatial ring and easily opened the cell door.

It went too well, right? !

"Don't look at me with that adoring look, I'll be excited." Facing He Le's shocked gaze, Thirteen blushed and said.

"Can you predict the future?!"

"Hush, keep your voice down..." Thirteen covered his mouth, "There are other guards in the corridor."

He Le nodded.

"Of course I won't." Thirteen let him go and explained, "But I just happen to know that the guard in charge of guarding the prisoners awaiting trial is an alcoholic."

"You know this as well?"

"I also know that he was in a bad mood today and quarreled with his wife over an apple pie."

"..." He Le was shocked again, "Where is the key..."

"We and the machine race are omnipotent races." Thirteen was triumphant.

Thirteen dared to look down on other councilors. It was not an exaggeration. He did have such strength.He Le resigned himself to depravity, and felt that there was no need to fight the race war, and he could announce the victory of the machine race in advance.

The two had just escaped from the dungeon when Ah Cha flapped his wings and descended from the sky, landing on Thirteen's arms.

"Where is Alandres imprisoned?"

"Answer, the exclusive smelting room for the dwarf councilors." Acha reported the reconnaissance results to his father.

"Lead the way." Thirteen put down his arms, and Acha flew into the air again.

"It's no wonder that Ah Cha has not been by your side, so you sent him out on a mission." He Le was used to the feeling of Ah Cha staying on his shoulder.

"Are you surprised?" Thirteen asked.

"Now even if you say that you didn't plan this series of events, I don't believe it anymore." He Le said silently, "But can you sneak in in a normal way next time?"

First of all, they pretended to be unfamiliar faces of the councilors, deliberately called them "primitive creatures" at the door of the blacksmith's shop, and did not refute them when they were besieged.

"But my identity is too special. I sneaked in and shouted at everyone." Thirteen pushed his glasses.

"It seems that your self-knowledge is very deep."

"I am over-flattered."

The author has something to say:

I don’t know which little angel has irrigated 50 bottles of nutrient solution in one breath... I am flattered... I would like to make 50 cups of cold water for you...