Chapter 227: The Tragic Continuation of the Race, All for Survival

In the barren wilderness deep within the Far Mountain Range, there lies a valley shrouded by clouds and fog all year round.

Within a small city capable of accommodating three thousand people...

"Clan Leader Rabi, there's still no information about Prince Anakin..."

Masi Hammer stood behind the Dwarf King, his expression filled with dejection.

The king of the Dwarf Tribe—Rabiao Hammer—now gazed solemnly through the window of his modest thatched hut at the Dwarves moving ores on the street outside.

This city had been built by the hands of Dwarves.

Dense fog, hundreds of blades thick, perpetually concealed the valley below from the skies, such that even the Double-legged Flying Dragons of the Beastman could not detect this massive, ten-kilometer-wide valley inhabited by a group of Dwarves unless they descended to a certain distance.

But now, this city, which could hide from external enemies, was no longer in the hands of Dwarves.