Wizard of All Souls

Pulled by goats, more than a dozen carts loaded with goods left Bull Town and headed for Turin.

Sauron sat on the goat cart, his eyes looking into the distance.

Across in front of his eyes, blocking his view of the horizon, was a mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles——Bears Mountains.

The Bels Mountains are located at the junction of the Cairo Empire and the Lydorian Empire, separating the two countries.

Mount Bard, where the city of Turin, the city of the dwarves, is located in the Bels Mountains.

Staring at Mount Bard in the distance, it looked pretty close.

But under the goat cart traveling at 30 to 40 per hour, they went straight for several hours, and it was almost dark before they arrived.

"Woo--"

The loud and heavy horn sounded from the convoy, reminding the dwarf partners in Turin that they are back!

The sheep cart stopped in front of a straight wall with a height of one thousand meters.

Seeing the thousand-meter-high cliff face in front of him at a ninety-degree angle, Sauron couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Under the cliff, in front of their eyes, was a huge stone gate twenty meters high.

The stone gate is very simple, without any lines, just two very large stone slabs.

But just standing there, it gives people a heavy pressure.

"The dwarves are so short, what are they doing with such a big stone gate?" Sauron couldn't help thinking secretly as his eyes wandered between the dwarves and the stone gate.

"This door is the famous door of power among the dwarves, and it can only be opened with pure strength." Harvey whispered to Sauron.

"heard about it."

Sauron nodded.

"It takes a lot of strength to open a gap that a person can pass through," Harvey said again.

"Only the great knight can open it, right?" Sauron still knew these things.

The final experience of every dwarf warrior is to open the door of power with one's own strength. Only when one succeeds can one become a qualified dwarf warrior.

"To fully open the gate requires a force of one million catties." Harvey stared at the gate, "We are invited by His Majesty the Dwarf, and we must welcome him with the largest specifications. This gate of strength should be fully opened. .”

"The strength of a million catties?"

Sauron couldn't help holding his breath, staring at the door that was about to open.

How on earth would the dwarves open the door?

What behemoth is used?

In anticipation of Sauron, ten dwarves in armor and dressed as warriors walked over.

The ten dwarves were divided into two groups, and every five people pushed a door.

"Each dwarf has a strength of 100,000 jin? No, it's impossible?" Sauron opened his mouth wide. "Even a paladin, it's hard to burst out with a strength of 100,000 jin in a short time, right?"

"After the paladin uses the sacred technique, it is still possible to burst out one hundred thousand and two hundred thousand catties of power in an instant, but because it is not durable, the door of power can only be shaken for a short time, and cannot be fully opened." Harvey corrected.

The dwarf warriors moved.

Following the muffled roar of the ten dwarves as one, the twenty-meter-high stone gate moved "quack-quack".

The ear-piercing sound made Sauron's vision constantly shake, and his consciousness flickered between black and white.

The goat pulling the goods roared in a low voice, its body trembling.

Sauron was so shocked that he forgot to cover his ears, and murmured meaninglessly, "This, this..."

When the door of power was fully opened, Sauron's ears left two streams of bright red blood, and the whole world was silent.

"The character is still not calm enough."

Harvey shook his head at Sauron, and a little green light flew from his palm towards Sauron's ears, healing Sauron's ear injuries.

Sauron only reacted when his hearing suddenly recovered.

"Sorry, it's all because I was too surprised."

"Twice today." Harvey stared at Sauron calmly with his eyes, "once on the airship, once now, when is the next time? If the other party is malicious, or if I'm not around, how many times will you die?"

"me……"

Sauron was speechless for a moment.

Thinking about his fifteen years of career, he was known for his calm personality, small and sensible since he was a child, when did he make adults worry?

But it's only been a day with Harvey, and he has shown too many gaffes.

"There are so many magical things in this world, and you will still have many chances to be surprised in the future. Remember, whatever you do in the future, no matter what happens, whether you can understand it or not, you must maintain a calm heart."

"Yes, keep your teachings in mind."

After seeing Sauron reflect seriously, Harvey nodded in satisfaction.

Harvey explained to Sauron who was full of doubts in his heart: "Due to the special growth environment and cultivation methods of the dwarves, each of the dwarves has a body as tough as steel after adulthood, with a huge strength of ten thousand catties, and the combat power is comparable to that of a giant. High Knight."

"What……"

Just as Sauron was about to shout, he remembered Harvey's teaching just now, and immediately shut his mouth tightly.

"I heard that there are some powerful races, such as trolls, who have the combat power of great knights as soon as they grow up. Are dwarves such races?" Sauron asked.

I originally thought that dwarf warriors, like human knights, only accounted for a small part of the population, but did not expect that every adult dwarf is a warrior?

"After the dwarves put on their own armor and weapons, their combat power is comparable to that of a paladin, and they are equivalent to combat-type second-class apprentices."

"Uh!" Sauron felt that Harvey was lying to him, "Doesn't that mean that every adult dwarf with full equipment can fight a paladin?"

"Like the dwarf elite who opened the door just now, after putting on the equipment, they can be compared to third-class apprentices."

"Yeah?"

Sauron looked suspicious.

"There are a few particularly powerful people in the dwarves, whose strength is comparable to that of legendary apprentices."

"...I just want to know how many people there are in the dwarves." Sauron asked.

"There are about ten thousand dwarves in Turin."

"puff!"

Sauron was about to vomit blood.

He stared at Harvey, and said with a trembling mouth, "Are you trying to tell me that there are 10,000 dwarves in the city of Turin that we are about to enter?"

Dozens of third-class apprentices and an army of ten thousand paladins, who can fight against it?

Enough to destroy the three empires!

"Aren't you underestimating a race?" Harvey asked in a deep voice.

"No, it's just..."

"Dwarves can be said to be the fourth largest race in our Eastern Continent after humans, orcs, and green elves. How can they get along without any skills? Do they rely on forging weapons to be someone else's subsidiary?"

"Even so, it's too strong, right?"

"I don't think so." Harvey's face was still so calm, "Do you think 10,000 paladins can beat a first-level wizard?"

"Should...not be possible?" To be honest, Sauron didn't know either.

"The dwarves do have a lot of mid-range combat power, but unfortunately they lack top-level power, so they are the fourth race. It is also because they have excellent forging skills, and most of them live in mines all their lives, and will not compete with other races for rich territories. It is very popular with other races, so it is quite a nourishing life.”

"Is there something to lose?" Sauron said with emotion.

The dwarves are a race all over the world, and they are everywhere, and any race welcomes them very much—because they will never be able to ascend to the position of overlord

If the dwarves had the top-level combat power of a first-level wizard, would they still be as popular as they are now?

I don't know if it's good or bad?

Sauron couldn't think of an answer either.

If it was him, how should he choose?

Although he can possess top-level combat power, he will be coveted and fought all his life, and if he is a little careless, he will be doomed.

Another situation is that although the strength is mediocre, it is still enough to be able to have a good time among all kinds of strong people, and live a life of peace, stability and happiness.

He remembered a famous saying of his grandfather recorded in a certain book - "Do you want to be a coward for the rest of your life, or a hero for a second?"