Following the direction of the arguing voices, Leo Ray saw two robust, short figures bellowing at each other at the top of their lungs—two powerhouse Dwarves.
Their auras were incredibly dense, pressure surging with every movent. Clearly, both had reached the Demigod Level, and the armor they wore shone with an extraordinarily rich luster, several grades above that of most of the surrounding powerhouses—at least at the very pinnacle of Tier 6 fine-quality gear.
No surprise there—the Dwarf Clan was famous across the world for Forging. For thousands of years, they had produced countless top-tier Master Forgers. It was no exaggeration to say that at least eighty percent of the finest weapons and armor were crafted by Dwarf Master Forgers.
To obtain a Divine Weapon personally forged by a Dwarf Master Forger was the lifelong pursuit of countless Outer Region powerhouses. Of course, for Leo Ray, this wasn't really an issue.
Leo Ray watched the two quarreling Dwarf powerhouses and took a closer look.
Though both sported full beards like steel wire—classic Dwarf imagery—the details on their bodies showed obvious differences.
One Dwarf wore a Bullhorn Helt fitted with a Magic Spotlight, while the other was equipped with a Hook Rope and Stone Throwing Rope; the patterns and Emblems on their armor also differed.
"Tunnel Dwarves and Mountain Dwarves."
Anna's clear voice rang in Leo Ray's ear as she said with so emotion, "Back in the Silver Moon Era, this was pretty much exactly how they dressed."
"Yeah, definitely a Tunnel furball and a Mountain furball."
Moli frowned slightly and chid in. As a mber of the Elf Tribe, Moli clearly didn't think much of Dwarf powerhouses.
That was no surprise. Since the Era of Blankness, although Elves and Dwarves hadn't fought any large-scale wars, open and covert struggles had almost never stopped.
Not only was it about competing for resources, it was also because both sides were colossal titans standing at the Peak of the Ten Thousand Clans. With their lofty pride, neither side could stand the other, yet neither could do anything about the other.
Standing beside Moli, Leo Ray nodded thoughtfully.
Just as the Elf Tribe was divided into Light Elves, Dark Elves, and Forest Elves, the Dwarf Clan also had several branches. The two most famous among them were the Tunnel Dwarves and the Mountain Dwarves.
As their na implied, Tunnel Dwarves built their cities deep within subterranean fissures. They were extrely skilled at excavation and prospecting and placed great emphasis on Forging, so their cities were surrounded by intricate networks of Mines and Furnace zones. The Immortal Gate he had once visited had been an Ancient Relic of the Tunnel Dwarves.
The Mountain Dwarves, on the other hand, had dwelled for generations in vast, ancient, treacherous mountain ranges. Their cities were not built underground, but cleverly integrated into the mountains themselves.
Mountain Dwarves would either hollow out the mountain's interior, carving out expansive living spaces and majestic Fortress clusters and Magic Towers, or simply build soaring City Walls at strategic mountain Gates, fusing their cities with the mountain range as one.
Compared to the Tunnel Dwarves, who excelled at crafting Divine weapons, the Mountain Dwarves were better at Forging Shields and Heavy Armor. Each had their own strengths.
However, just like the three branches of the Elf Tribe, Tunnel Dwarves and Mountain Dwarves were not exactly enemies, but had long been locked in constant rivalry and competition. Especially in Forging, neither would accept the other's superiority, both vying for the top seat of the Dwarf Clan.
"Co to think of it, since those illusions in the Immortal Gate, this is the first ti I've seen Dwarf powerhouses in person."
Leo Ray slightly narrowed his eyes, focusing his attention on what the two were arguing about.
It turned out both had taken a fancy to the sa Rare piece of Forging Materials called Silent Star teorite Iron and neither was willing to yield, each determined to claim it.
"So it's over a Rare ore… really does fit these furballs' style."
Moli, having heard this, arched her lody Lyon at Leo Ray and said, "If I rember correctly, Your Majesty ntioned this kind of Rare Resources last ti. We should still have a decent stockpile, right?"
With that, Moli pursed her lips helplessly and said, "As much as I hate standing on the sa side as these guys, this is the perfect chance to get in good with them!"
"You're right."
Leo Ray gave a slight nod, then led the group toward the two quarreling Dwarf powerhouses.
Moli was correct. Not long ago, he had indeed obtained a batch of Silent Star teorite Iron through Decomposition. Although most of it had been distributed to his Blacksmiths, he still had dozens of pieces in reserve.
Before long, the group arrived not far from where the two Dwarf powerhouses were arguing.
Many passing Independent Powerhouses were standing around watching the commotion. Seeing that Leo Ray's group seed intent on stepping in, they hurriedly made way, afraid of being dragged into trouble.
Anyone with eyes could see at a glance that the two arguing Dwarf powerhouses weren't hiding their faces, and each had a squad of Dwarf powerhouses with thick auras standing behind them, all wearing standardized gear. They were clearly official representatives of the Tunnel Dwarves and Mountain Dwarves—absolutely not people these onlookers could afford to provoke.
Those who knew more about the Dwarf Clan even directly recognized the two, knowing they were long-famous Dwarf Nobility powerhouses.
"You cave-sleeper, this ore was spotted first by this Duke. No matter how you pester and cling, this Duke is determined to have it! With your third-rate Forging Techniques, using it would just be a waste. Hurry back ho and drink your milk!"
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