The game has become a real alternate world

After all, stone is essentially a part of the world's origin, so grafting onto stone can somewhat deceive the world's instinctive defense.

The world possesses a certain will, but you cannot equate such will with wisdom and life.

It is an instinct of operation.

Kana probably already has a more precise prediction about the enemy the dwarves will face.

With this prediction, who is the enemy? Essentially, Kana can guess, at this moment, the anxious ones wanting to enter, with a direct target on the Gray Mountain Dwarves.

The choice is very, very limited.

"Since I've guessed it, I must start arranging things, there's probably not much time left."

Kana murmured.

"Go, gather all the Night Watchers; I want to convene the first official Night Watchers' battle."

Upon hearing this, even Alyris became somewhat excited.

After all, despite joining the Night Watchers, they hadn't really done anything truly in line with their oath.

If the Ash Relic counts, it's just that it wasn't up to their expectations.

"Yes! I'll go call them!" Getai appeared very excited, for assembling and fighting at this moment would certainly help solve the dwarves' problems; he was naturally full of enthusiasm.

...

Sergio stood in his room.

At this moment, he was wearing a heavy set of armor, which seemed quite aged, with traces left by time.

Yet, it could be seen that the armor has been protected exceptionally well overall.

He wore the armor, wiping the warhammer in his hand.

"Are you ready to fight?" The Master of Brewing stood at the door asking.

"Ah, when I took up this heavy duty, I swore to protect the Gray Mountain Dwarves, to protect the tribe.

The enemy is coming; I can feel it. My blood is boiling, longing for the arrival of battle. This battle is important, and I must give it my all.

Smash those cultists' heads and show them the power of Gray Mountain."

The Castle Lord said gravely.

"Where is Lurik? Where is he now?" He suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, the Master of Brewing knocked on his head: "I don't know, after the spirit memorial ceremony, he disappeared, seems he went to the library."

At the moment, in the library.

Lurik was furrowing his brows, continuously flipping through the various ancient scrolls passed down through their history.

Trying to find some useful information from these old materials.

"Kana wouldn't say something inexplicable, his later words were clearly intended to comfort us." He murmured to himself.

Clearly, he also discovered Kana's slight and somewhat perfunctory corrections at the end.

Lurik is arguably the one among all the dwarves who understands Kana the most; he even frequently goes to prophecy.

He learned about the Night Watchers from Getai and knew the ideals and goals of the Night Watchers, which were grand and magnificent goals.

The reason Kana established such an organization naturally was clear, and by making such an oath, they could naturally gain the favor and trust of normal races.

Through interaction with Kana, Lurik understood that Kana isn't someone who is overly impulsive and reckless.

Furthermore, he believed that Kana must be someone who is absolutely top-notch in the realm of prophecy and prediction.

Although he was shocked by this message at the time, even instinctively disbelieving it.

But as rationality returned, he had to think.

Therefore, he decided to search here.

Continuously flipping through books, reopening histories he hadn't known he had read countless times.

Also probing from various records, identifying inconsistencies from a different perspective.

Locking himself in the library.

Even though now is quite an important time, if he can't find out the problem, there will only be bigger problems.

Although rationality told him the most important thing now was to go directly to ask Kana.

However, this involves the long-held Spirit philosophy and even faith of the Gray Mountain dwarves. Even if he found clues in these, before he saw definitive evidence, he couldn't believe it.

He was conflicted now.

The number of books searched increased, and time began to slowly pass.

Many people came to see him during this time, only to find Lurik completely absorbed, then left.

This included Kana.

Though he came once, he didn't return again and didn't let Getai and others disturb him.

"Found it, it turns out, a segment of history has been extracted. It doesn't match the historical timeline of other tribes."

Lurik said, with a mixture of pain and relief on his face.

"No wonder we came here, to Gray Mountain, hidden in the edge mountains of the continent."

"Hahaha, so it's like this, restoration? Rise? Lies, all lies.

This is simply self-exile."

Just as he was murmuring, he suddenly widened his eyes sharply, his pupils instantly stained with red.

The blood in his body felt like it was boiling, craving madly for battle.

He immediately began to suppress his emotions, electricity coursed around him, and after a while, he managed to quell his emotions.

Then, he sensed something was amiss.

He hurriedly pushed the door open and rushed out.

As soon as he opened the door, he found the two dwarves originally guarding the entrance were somehow already lying on the ground.