Now it can only be said to be a makeshift solution.
Soon after, Ronan entered the metal square under the Golden Dwarf Statue without any trouble.
As soon as he landed, he saw Dudor the Third with his buttocks poked up, fumbling under the Golden Dwarf Statue for something, half of his body buried into the ground.
Ronan couldn’t be bothered with him; taking advantage of the opportunity while he was looking for the Magic Box, he surveyed each metal Square Stele Tower on the square.
The Square Stele Towers are engraved with some rough line drawings, which seem to record something.
Ronan saw a Square Stele Tower with a drawing filled with bearded Dwarves, surrounding a Dwarf wearing a crown and holding a scepter.
The content on the next Square Stele Tower changed; it was still the same group of Dwarves, but they were now kneeling on the ground, including the crowned Dwarf, seemingly worshipping some existence.
"Is it some kind of sacrificial ceremony? So is this a square used for sacrifices?"
Ronan pondered and looked up at the gigantic Golden Dwarf Statue beside him, searching his mind for information about the Dwarf God.
Dudor the Third had already disappeared, and the spot where he was digging only left a big hole.
Ronan shifted his gaze and continued to look.
This time the drawings on the Square Stele Tower show the sacrificial ceremony seemed to have ended...
Oh no, Ronan looked at the contents of the next Square Stele Tower and realized that the sacrificial ceremony was probably just officially starting.
In the scenes, every Dwarf was sweating profusely at their own smithing station, seemingly working hard at crafting something.
Immediately after, the collective crafting activity came to an end.
Every participating Dwarf raised both hands high, and above their hands, they held artifacts such as scepters, longswords, crowns, and the like.
Each artifact glowed, evidently containing rune power within the Magic Equipment.
Then, these equipments started to collide with each other; some broke and fell to the ground, while others still shone brightly...
The process of this Magic Equipment colliding was extremely intricate and long; Ronan quickly scanned from one Square Stele Tower to another, traversing most of the square, before he saw a hammer-like weapon shatter all the crafted items to claim the ultimate victory.
An entire Square Stele Tower was used to describe the power of this equipment - a massive square-shaped short hammer, around which were patterns of thunder and flames, and countless ripples indicating the shattering of space.
"My goodness, is this Thor’s Hammer..."
Ronan reached out and touched the texture of the hammer pattern, muttering complaints.
In the next Square Stele Tower, the winning Dwarf hammer-smith was awarded by the Crown Dwarf, with countless Dwarves raising their hands cheering below.
Ronan understood - this seemed to be an ancient and unique tradition of the Dwarf Clan, where they worshipped their patron Gods of Craftsmanship and Forging through a forging contest.
Looking at the next drawing, Ronan’s eyes suddenly emitted a strong gleam, and in an instant, he rushed to the front of the Square Stele Tower.
Ronan’s eyes stared intently at the drawing on the Square Stele Tower, where he saw the crowned Dwarf carefully placing a hammer, wrapped in thunder and flames and surrounded by numerous shattering ripples, into a square metal box.
And that box looked exactly like "Schiper’s Surprise Magic Box"!
"The powerful Hammer Artifact was placed into the Magic Box.."
Ronan’s eyes gleamed as he continued to browse, and saw subsequent scenes depicting conversations between the Crown Dwarf and several Dwarves, with the Magic Box containing the hammer weapon placed next to them.
Ronan looked through several drawings and found that in the scenes, the Crown Dwarf and the other Dwarves were always present, but beside them, images of legendary creatures such as Goblins, giant dragons with wings, and one-eyed giants kept appearing.
"Are they worried about Goblins, giant dragons, and one-eyed giants coming to steal the box?"
Ronan’s gaze flickered as he guessed from the content shown in the pictures.
Upon further thought, these legendary creatures did seem to have a penchant for collecting treasures.
It looked like after the hammer was sealed in the Magic Box, the Crown Dwarf still felt it wasn’t secure enough, so he discussed with his confidants a better way to keep it safe.
"What solution did they come up with in the end?"
Just as Ronan was about to move on to the next Square Stele Tower, he suddenly felt a vibration from the ground beneath his feet.
He instinctively turned to look in the direction of the Golden Dwarf Statue behind him, but by then the vibration had stopped.
After waiting for a while, no other movement occurred.
Ronan shook his head and continued his exploration.
The next Square Stele Tower began to reveal the figure of a human.
It was a human Wizard dressed in a Magic Robe, whose face was indiscernible.
Under his guidance, the entire Dwarf Clan began collectively forging the same type of boxes.
"Is this... Schiper?!"
Ronan stood in front of several Square Stele Towers, his expression becoming incredibly animated in an instant.
"So, it was under Schiper’s guidance that the Dwarf Clan crafted countless Surprise Magic Boxes? The purpose was to conceal the real Magic Box that held the Thunder and Flame Hammer?!"
Ronan felt that he had found the truth.
Because this kind of "bad idea" to mix the fake with the real does seem like something Schiper would come up with.
"So where exactly was the Magic Box containing the hammer ultimately hidden?"
"Yeah, such a top-secret matter wouldn’t be directly inscribed on a Square Stele Tower."
But it was undeniable that the pictures inscribed on these Square Stele Towers were valuable, among them there could be key clues to the unique Magic Box.
Ronan glanced at the Square Stele Towers remaining on the plaza, thought for a moment, and then simply started to collect these towers into his Space Ring.
He wasn’t clear why the truth about the Surprise Magic Box inscribed on the Square Stele Towers hadn’t been passed down; perhaps no one had noticed, or maybe those Wizards who had come to explore before hadn’t found this central area at all.
That actually made sense, because if it wasn’t for Dudor the Third leading the way, he might be wandering in a corner of the Abandoned city right now.
The Mechanical Heart was simply too big.
Ronan stepped forward and tried to move a Square Stele Tower, the terrifying Giant Power brought forth by his Pure Body and the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline reaching some kind of limit, yet the tower remained immovable as if it had taken root.
It seemed there was a Rune Formation inside, and it was even connected to the foundation of the plaza below.
It might be possible to use Living Steel to partially activate and then take away the Square Stele Tower, but the clues potentially contained in the inscribed pictures might be lost...
Just as Ronan was contemplating whether to do this...
The quaking sound that had appeared once before resounded again, and this time the commotion was more than a hundred times greater.
The entire metal plaza was shaking violently, cracking, and large pieces of the ground were collapsing...
Ronan rose into the air with uncertainty, and in passing, he scooped up several Square Stele Towers that had fallen due to the collapse of the plaza into his Space Ring.
Before he could continue, he sensed a gray shadow dart into his embrace with incomparable speed.
Ronan hadn’t had the chance to check whether Dudor the Third had the Magic Box he wanted, and then he saw... a shocking scene that he would never forget in his lifetime—
At the rapidly collapsing plaza, the Golden Dwarf Statue in the center of the plaza, towering thousands of meters high, was also disintegrating swiftly.
With the Golden Statue collapsing, a gigantic metal Magic Box, almost rivaling a small mountain, began to emerge from within the statue.
This box was connected to the two thick legs of the Golden Dwarf Statue, and amid the thunderous noise of the collapse, this enormous metal Magic Box... seemed to come to life.
It started to stand up from the ground on two gleaming golden thick legs.
A strange creature with a black metal Magic Box body and two golden dwarf legs.
Its appearance was indescribably comical and bizarre.
Yet Ronan couldn’t find it in himself to laugh.
He blankly watched the giant Magic Box with its gleaming, hugely disproportional, short legs, striding towards him.
Subconsciously, he looked down, meeting the innocent sheep-like eyes of Dudor the Third in his embrace.
Dudor the Third let out a cheerful bleat towards Ronan, its dumb and cute sheep face filled with triumphant pride at this moment.
As if to say to Ronan—
"Is this box big? Is it big?!"
"Quick, praise me, praise me!!"