The fierce fighting at the entrance of the Dwarf cave had stopped.
Some of the Dwarven Warriors, who were covered in blood, propped themselves up against the wall and walked into the empty cave. They finally saw their saviors!
"Pure-blooded Elves, Blackleaf Forest Elves?"
"Why are they here?" A Dwarf exclaimed.
"The Elves of the Border Town. You haven't gone out to patrol, so you don't know that an Elven Prince has come to the Border Town …" A short but gorgeous Dwarf warrior raised his eyebrows and said.
"How could a pure-blooded Elven Prince come to such a place?"
"He's already at the edge of the Blackleaf Forest. This Elven Prince is too careless. Isn't he afraid of being caught by evil people?" Someone sighed worriedly.
"How would I know!" Odom, with a hint of envy in his words, could not explain, but he was also right.
Because according to bloodline.
William was the Prince of the Blackleaf Elves!
The royal bloodline of the Blackleaf Forest was extremely rare, and there were many who died on the battlefield. In addition, the Elves were long-lived species, and their fertility was very worrying, so there was not much emphasis on seniority. Basically, as long as the Elven King did not die, all the other descendants with royal bloodline would be conferred the title of Princess or Prince!
And any princess or prince also had the right to inherit the throne!
But the key still depended on their own influence and support, as well as the Elven King's decree.
It was a pity that William's father was a human …
In terms of bloodline, he was the Prince of the Blackleaf Elves. Even with the 500 private soldiers, he could barely be regarded as a little prince.
It was a pity.
He did not have a real status!
And the reason why Odom determined that he was an Elven Prince was because he had secretly observed.
It was because he had secretly observed that the 500 Elfin guards were abnormally respectful to William. This was enough to prove that William was the prince of the Elves!
Only the nobility of the Elven royal family could make other Elves bow their heads respectfully.
"Wait, you said that he came here too carelessly. What do you mean?" Odom looked unhappy. He held his hammer and turned back to ask.
The Dwarf warrior who spoke just now shut his mouth and pretended to look at the wall of the cave entrance, as if he wanted to use his fingers to dig out some mithril or something …
Because Odom's bloodline was also royal, and he was the last heir of the royal bloodline of the Lonely Mountain!
The last king of Lonely Mountain, Odom Heavyhammer!
Perhaps the humans of this era had long forgotten the surname Hammer. However, in the past, the surname Hammer was no less dazzling than the Elves. It was not something that the surnames of the Seven Dwarven Kingdoms could compare to.
But after the fall of the Lonely Mountain Great Emperor, Odello Heavyhammer, a civil war broke out among the dwarves.
The dwarves who were truly loyal to the descendants of the Lonely Mountain Emperor suffered heavy casualties and could only escape with their only young prince.
On the other hand, the dwarves who started the war claimed that they could not find a true heir of the royal bloodline, so they 'regretfully' proclaimed themselves as kings.
As for who started the civil war?
At least half of the Seven Great Dwarf Kingdoms were participating …
But the elegant and proud elves, even if they had many fierce battles, would always make the dwarves feel that they were delicate and shouldn't have come to such a dangerous place …
As for the thick-skinned dwarves?
Of course, he could go anywhere …
"Remember, don't reveal my surname. From now on, my surname is Hammer. Odom Hammer, Grandmaster Blacksmith!" Odom said decisively after seeing Lotner finally defeat the pale orc.
The other Dwarven warriors nodded. The current situation was very obvious.
The Elven prince of the border town had come to rescue them. They definitely had to pay more than just the mithril mine. Moreover, Odom also had plans …
However, there was a conversation going on.
The one-on-one battle had also ended.
Lotner used the tactic of exchanging injuries and angrily cut off the pale orc's head.
"The head is dead?" The Orcs were stunned.
"Oh, sh * t!" A Berserker Orc saw the elves surrounding him and decisively threw away the weapon in his hand. He picked up a pickaxe from the ground with great familiarity and waved it around a few times. He felt that it was quite handy, so he pretended to dig the ground again.
When the other Orcs saw this, they immediately put down their weapons and looked around. It seemed that the pale orc just now had nothing to do with them.
William saw this scene and couldn't help but want to laugh …
But the arrogant elven guards didn't allow him to laugh …
So he shut his mouth and slowly came to the side of Lotner, whose back was facing them.
The longsword in Lotner's hand touched the ground. His hands gently rested on the sword hilt. His gaze swept across all the Orcs. He was very domineering.
"Resist or surrender!" William said in a deep voice, expressionless. His voice was loud and clear!
"Surrender!"
"Surrender …" The Orcs all knelt on the ground, expressing their surrender!
According to the experience of the Orcs and elves, they knew that the elves usually didn't kill captives. They would only kill the enemies who escaped or resisted. The other captives would at least become miners!
As for the highest treatment?
The heads of fellow miners …
But there was nothing bad about becoming miners.
There was a certain chance of escaping.
They could also eat and drink well … This was a little impossible. But it was enough that they wouldn't die immediately.
The most important thing was.
The pressure that Lotner gave them was too great.
The pale orc that they used to look up to was easily beheaded by Lotner. The head that died with grievances was stepped on by Lotner.
This scene was enough to bring great pressure to the Orcs.
In particular, the Orcs liked to surrender to the strong. It was just like how they had to endure the pressure of dying at any time to become the Dragon's clan.
After all, even if they wanted to escape, they had to have a chance. This was the forest …
"Disarm all of them and take off all their armor. Bring them to the iron mine first!" William waved his hand. Nox instructed the Elfin guards to bring this group of people away.
Subsequently.
He turned his head to look at the Dwarves at the entrance of the cave. He grinned and said, "Dwarven friends, I hope that my rescue is in time!"
Odom Heavyhammer's affinity + 188
Peter Boulder's affinity + 230
Rona …
When William saw the series of affinity points, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. He smiled proudly.
No matter what.
If he hadn't led the Elfin troops to rescue them, the Dwarves would have been trapped in the mine and cruelly killed by the Orcs.
The affinity points were self-evident.
But it was a pity.
The camp affinity points that William had been looking forward to the most were actually not there!
William's mouth twitched. He carefully looked at the new information. There really wasn't any camp affinity points …
What did this mean?
This unnamed Elf Prince was still guessing when he suddenly saw the first person who increased his Favorability Rating …
Odom Heavyhammer had only added 188 favorable impression points. The debt of saving his life had given him a mere 188 points??
Didn't he know that the maximum affinity points for a normal NPC was 1000?
"Heavyhammer???" William suddenly widened his eyes. He carefully looked at the information and glanced at the slightly taller guy among the Dwarves.
He had a head of golden hair, a resolute and handsome face, and a height of 1.5 meters. He was also holding a familiar hammer with a slight electric current circling it …
"Hiss …" William sucked in a breath of cold air. He couldn't help but start to admire the creator of the Gods game. Wasn't he afraid of receiving a lawyer's letter from Marvel?
But he still walked over with a face full of smiles. He slowly put the hand that was about to pat his head on his shoulder and said, "I wonder who is the leader?"
Odom Heavyhammer glanced at the slender hand on his shoulder before looking up at him. "Odom Heavyhammer, I am their leader!"
William pondered for two seconds. "William Blackleaf, do you need any help?"
"The Orcs' attack caused us to suffer heavy losses. I've decided to lead all the Dwarves under my command and join the border town to seek protection. I wonder if Your Highness will welcome us?"
"Of course. Welcome to join us, Elfin friends forever." William squinted his eyes and smiled.
Your Highness?
Just these four words.
He would take in this underling!
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