silver stream Ira dug sacred pits and burrows Place enemy goblins in shallow graves don't start our work today In this mine, streams of silver fly The metal under the stone shines The torch lights up the silver stream Hidden here from the prying sun In this mine, streams of silver fly The hammer strikes pure mithril Dwarf mines like olden days Here the artisan's work never stops In this mine, streams of silver fly We sing praises to the god of the dwarves Put the other half of the orcs in a shallow grave we know our work has begun In this land silver streams fly On the throne of darkness resides the dragon of darkness.Its body is not very large, but its evil surpasses all; its appearance is only black.Its claws are worn away by a thousand carnages, and it warms its belly with the blood of its victims.The deep breath it exhales represents despair to the enemy.

Its body is covered with pitch-black scales that have been tried for a long time, so black that it even emits faint lights of various colors. For a monster without a soul, it is too beautiful.Its men call it "Shimmergloom" (Shimmergloom): a huge black dragon that came from a dark world to a forgotten country, possessing wisdom and strength beyond ordinary black dragons.Hundreds of years ago, it captured the Mithril Hall together with its gray dwarf legion and expelled the Warhammer family. , and pay great respect to it. Over the centuries, in order to preserve its power, Shimmer, like other dragons, simply folded its wings back and remained motionless unless it was swallowing tribute or punishing an arrogant minion.It had done its duty to protect this place when it routed the dwarven hordes that fought against its allies.

How rich the food the dragon ate on this day!Usually the skin of a dwarf is hard and strong, but the mouth with sharp serrations is just right for such a meal. Now the dragon's many slaves were doing a great deal of work, fetching its food, and attending to all its needs.One day, they'll need the dragon's power again, and Shimmer is ready.At its feet, looted treasures piled up, adding to its authority.In this respect, Glitter Shadow surpasses all its kind, possessing wealth beyond the imagination of the richest king. And this dark dragon has a large army of loyal minions and willing slaves.

   The cold wind that gave Icewind Dale its reputation whistled past the ears of the four friends, and the sound of the wind kept interrupting their happy chats.They headed west across the barren tundra, and the wind, as usual, from the east, blew at their backs and quickened their already swift pace. Their posture and resolute footsteps reflect their desire to embark on a new journey.But the expressions on the faces of these adventurers showed that each of them had different expectations for this journey. Dwarf Bruenor Warhammer leaned his upper body forward, his thick legs thumping the ground, his pointed nose protruding from his swaying red beard leading his whole body forward.If you don't look at his legs and red beard, he seems to be standing on a rock, his rough hands are firmly holding the notched battle-axe, and his shield is painted with an overflowing The foamy goblet was tightly strapped to the back of his overpacked backpack.His head is crowned with a dimpled, horned helmet, always facing forward.His eyes never left the road, not even for a blink.Bruno's trip this time is to find the homeland of the Warhammer family since ancient times.Though he knew full well that the silver-filled temples of old were hundreds of miles away, he moved forward with enthusiasm because his long-held goal was no longer out of reach.

Besides Bruno, the huge barbarian was also anxious.Wulfgar strode forward smoothly, his long legs allowing him to easily match the dwarf's pace.And the sense of urgency in his heart was like a spiritual horse with a short rein.In his pale eyes burned a desire for adventure, as vivid as Bruno's.But unlike Bruenor, Wulfgar wasn't staring straight at the road ahead of him.He is a young man who has come out to see this vast world for the first time, and he desperately absorbs every sight and feeling that comes into view. That's right, he took part in this adventure trip to help his friends.Yet he also wanted to expand the horizons of his own world.He spent his entire young years in the isolated and wild place of Icewind Dale. This narrow experience restricted him. He only knew the ancient way of life of his own barbarian tribe and the remote Ten-Towns Alliance.

He already knew how colorful the outside world was, and it made him want to grab as much as he could. Beside Wulfgar, a tightly wrapped figure walked briskly.This Drizzt Do'Urden was not so interested in any of it.His light step showed his elf nature, but the fact that he pulled down the hood of the cloak that concealed him showed that there was something hidden behind the matter.He is a dark elf from the dark underworld.He's been on the surface for several years now, and while he doesn't acknowledge the instincts he's inherited from his race, he still can't avoid an innate aversion to sunlight.

He hid in the shadow of his robes, and his steps showed that he didn't care, even resigned himself to fate.This journey was just another adventure in the course of his existence, in a life composed of countless adventures.Drizzt forsook his kin in the Dark City of Menzoberranzan and willingly set out on the Way of the Wanderers.He knew that he would probably not be genuinely accepted anywhere on the surface, because their race's reputation was so bad (and true to it) that even the most tolerant of outsiders refused to join them.The roads were his home now, and he was always traveling lest he suffer the inevitable pain of being driven away where he had set his mind to be.

Ten-Towns was once a temporary refuge, a horde of thugs and vagabonds living in that desolate wilderness.Although Drizzt was never really welcomed, his hard-won reputation of protecting the border of the Ten-Towns earned him limited respect and tolerance from the residents.Bruenor said he was a true friend, because Drizzt had volunteered to join the dwarf's journey, even though he was terribly concerned that he would be treated less well if he stepped out of the zone that accepted him. Drizzt was always a dozen yards behind them, watching what happened to their fourth mate.Regis the halfling was always at the back of the line (but not voluntarily), panting and panting.Because he has a big belly that is not suitable for walking, and short legs that can't keep up with dwarves.He'd spent the past few months living in courtly luxury, so he cursed the bad luck that had forced him on the road.His greatest passion was living comfortably, and he practiced the art of eating and sleeping as diligently as a child with dreams of a hero would spend his days brandishing his first sword.His friends were really surprised when he joined the trip, but they enjoyed being with Regis, and even Bruno, who was anxious to see his hometown right away, was careful not to go too fast Regis couldn't keep up.

Regis had indeed pushed himself to the limit of his body, and wasn't complaining as much as usual.But unlike the other companions who were staring ahead, he was always looking back at Ten Towns and his mysteriously abandoned home. Drizzt noticed his movement and was alerted to something. Regis was running from something. The party had been heading west for several days.To the south of them lay the snow-capped peaks of the Spine of the World, parallel to the path they had taken.The ridgeline of the mountains marks the southern boundary of Icewind Dale, and the companions place hope on its end.When they had crossed the westernmost peaks and entered the plain, they would turn south, cross the pass between the mountains and the sea, leave the valley, and travel the last hundred miles to the city of Luskan on the coast.

They set out early each morning, letting the sun rise behind them, and then kept running toward the last pink glow of dusk, stopping and camping at the last chance before the night's bitter cold winds. Then they were on the road again before dawn, each with his own apprehensions and fears about the future. This is a silent journey.Except for Dongfeng's endless whispers.