961. Boles
Roy stood at the bow, one hand resting on the Argali Ram Horn as he faced the biting north wind and looked down at the Black Mountains and White Waters below...
This was the northernmost end of the Eastern Continent, the Gray Dwarves' settlement for thousands of years—Durag's Knee.
Although the vast Mensa Plain in the middle of the Eastern Continent was still in autumn, the entire plain dyed gold, the Black Gold Mountains marked a boundary. South of them lay expansive plains, while to the north stretched endless black mountains.
Farther north lay the Black Mountains and White Waters, where virtually no other colors could be seen, as though the land beneath them were a colorless black-and-white world.
The Black Gold Mountains not only ran east to west across the entire Eastern Continent, but also spanned thousands of kilometers from north to south. The whole range was formed from countless lofty mountains, as dense and fragmented as caterpillars...
Only after crossing the steep Black Gold Mountains and continuing north would one reach Durag's Knee.
Durag was the god worshipped by the Gray Dwarves. In Dwarvish, this black land could be translated as the knee of God Durag, signifying that this was a land as hard as stone.
The Gray Dwarves had lived here for thousands of years, and every mountain and river bore a Dwarvish name.
What Roy could not understand most was why the Gray Dwarves would rather become pirates on the Endless Sea than fight the Nakma Demons to the death at Durag's Knee. Had the Dark Legion that crawled out from the depths of Abyss Hell really beaten the Gray Dwarves so badly that they fled in blind terror?
Over the past few decades, the Gray Dwarf Bandits had become extremely rampant along the