Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1276 - 692: The Exiled Dwarf Kingdom

"The story of the Wandering Dwarf King of Tesser Yama—there are likely few in all of Felen who haven’t heard of it. If you count the years, it’s been more than three and a half centuries since they were driven out of their homeland, the Tesser Yama Mines. Their dream of restoring their kingdom seems more and more distant." Miss Gao Ser spoke of Giharin’s situation with intimate familiarity.

Because the Tesser Yama Mines are simply too famous.

The Tesser Yama Kingdom was once called the Northern Light of the dwarves, standing on equal footing with the Golden Dwarf Kingdom’s Great Rift in the southern Xaya Plains of the Felen Continent.

What made it famous wasn’t the sheer number of dwarves living there, like in the Great Rift, but the fact that it possessed the Felen Continent’s largest Fine Gold mine and highest quality iron deposits. At its peak, it, along with the Northern Lands’ Mithril Hall, controlled over half of the continent’s Fine Gold Mithril production. The iron ore it produced accounted for half of the total consumed by the Santarin Association, the Komeer Kingdom, the Valley, and the Sambiyan Kingdom.

The fall of the Tesser Yama Kingdom was not only a loss for the dwarves but also a tragedy for the surrounding sage races.

Gaven, who had once mingled within the Santarin Association for a decade, had come across some secrets unknown to outsiders. The fall of the Tesser Yama Kingdom was not as simple as being overrun by the Monster Force.

At the time, the Tesser Yama Kingdom’s power posed a serious obstacle to the rise of the Santarin Association. The mine’s location at the northern end of the Mokou Mountain Range exerted influence over Dagger Valley, Shadow Valley, Mist Valley, and parts of the Moon Sea Region. Most crucially, it blocked the Santarin Association’s access to the Enorok Great Desert and resisted joining forces with the Dark Intelligence Network.

After the Tesser Yama Kingdom fell, the Santarin Association entered a period of rapid growth. They not only amassed wealth but also carved out the Blackroute through the Enorok Great Desert, linking the eastern and western ends of the Great Sandy Sea. Using this one-of-a-kind trade route, the Santarin Association completed their mid-stage ascent, drawing more merchants into their Dark Intelligence Network. In just a few decades, they transformed into the tyrannical organization that now dominates the entire Moon Sea Region.

Many things cannot be judged by their surface appearance; one must look at who ultimately benefits. Even if they weren’t the masterminds, they can’t be completely uninvolved.

The Santarin Association was the greatest beneficiary of Tesser Yama’s collapse, whereas the Monster Army that destroyed the kingdom fell into obscurity afterward. Instead, they remained entrenched in a massive underground kingdom, preventing the original owners from reclaiming it. Everything about it feels like they were being used as mere tools.

"Anything is possible." Beneath the night sky, Gaven’s smile was full of hidden meaning.

Miss Gao Ser felt as though she had been struck by lightning. A wild idea crazily spread in her mind, and she couldn’t help but lower her voice: "You didn’t come here this time to sell those dwarves a dream of restoring their kingdom, did you?" fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. This was extremely consistent with his style of doing things, as well as that of the True God behind him.

"The dream of restoring their kingdom is something they already possess; why would I need to sell it to them? I merely have some business I need to conduct with these dwarves." This time, Gaven did not directly admit it, as the matter involved too many complexities, especially those related to the Santarin Association. The fewer people who knew the details, the better. Guessing was one thing; admitting it outright was another.

"I see." Mother Gao Ser was a seasoned individual and understood his intent. She wisely chose not to press further; many things don’t need to be laid out too clearly.

Among all the dwarves in the world, of all he could seek out, why did Gaven travel such a great distance to find the exiled dwarven king of Tesser Yama? That, by itself, was the greatest question.

Rumble!

Not far away, the gates of the fortified manor creaked open. A group of stout figures emerged, holding aloft Everbright Flame torches. Their steps were slow and heavy, for they were all clad in heavy armor. From a distance, they looked like round iron barrels waddling along.

Dwarves are one of Felen’s major sage races, akin to elves and gnomes. They too are a long-lived people, with lifespans stretching up to four or five centuries.

Elves are lauded as Children of the Forest, while dwarves are known as Children of Earth. Tales of dwarves are everywhere, not only because their footprints cover the breadth of Felen but also because they possess the continent’s most refined forging techniques. "Dwarven Craftsmanship" has become a proprietary term synonymous with quality, even the finest of the fine.

Their personalities are as unyielding as the stones they are associated with—stubborn and obstinate. In their approach to life, they lack flexibility or adaptability. Once they commit to something, not even nine oxen could drag them away. This is an inescapable racial hallmark for the dwarves.

Their castles and fortresses are often found either in deep mountains or underground, typically intertwined with various mines and veins of ore. Because they highly value living collectively, it’s rare to see dwarves venturing out on lone journeys. Those who do are usually outcastes from their clans or bear unique missions on behalf of them.

Thus, in human cities, encounters with dwarves are uncommon. But when they do appear, they are often the finest blacksmiths in the area, running their own forges.

A dwarf’s appearance lives up to the name: a person who seems comparatively shorter than humans, typically ranging from 1.2 to 1.4 meters tall. Yet no one would ever mistake them for humans or gnomes.

This is because dwarves are naturally muscular, regardless of gender. Their arms are as thick as thighs, and from top to bottom, they possess a uniform girth. They may lack in vertical development but possess absolute dominance in width. A 1.3-meter-tall adult dwarf typically weighs as much as a 1.8-meter-tall human adult—this refers to normal body types, not those who are obese or underweight.