"Are the two of them alright?" Sifrid looked at the Radiant Spirits with a puzzled expression. She blinked her large green eyes and asked in a soft voice, "What are you doing?
"Those two damned bastards!" Monique jumped up from the ground and screamed in anger. But she quickly remembered that the Radiant Spirits were not at fault and returned to the ground. "Hmph, they're not dead yet. It's fortunate that Valhalla reacted quickly, or else the eighth root would've crushed them into dust and become nutrients for Yggdrasil."
Sifrid was a little worried: "Valhalla's teleportation is too dangerous. We're still in the middle of a deserted forest. If we teleport to a densely populated area, won't there be a lot of casualties? Is there really no way to avoid it? How did the Gods deal with it in the past?"
Monica blushed. In fact, the materialization process of Valhalla was quite safe. She could check the situation on the other side of the warp point before the coordinates were confirmed. However, in order to save mana, she let Valhalla skip this step. The reason was that it was impossible for anyone to be in the Mentai Forest right now.
"Valhalla's mana pool is still too small. It only takes a normal person a few hours to travel from Schafflund Hills to here, but we actually had to teleport twice in a row. It took more than half an hour just to recharge the mana pool. If we had twelve mana pools, we could've teleported from Tónigel to Cruz in one go, and we wouldn't have to shut down the other mana consuming facilities in Yggdrasil."
"There's nothing we can do about it," Sifrid smiled bitterly: "My lord has invested a lot in this fortress, but we don't have enough time."
"You're right. It's all those damned Saasalds' fault." In Monique's eyes, the local nobles in Erouine were completely ignored. They were no match for Valhalla, and at best, they were just annoying flies.
She turned around and asked: "Valhalla, have you finished calculating the coordinates? Where is this place?"
"According to the map you provided, Miss Monica, we should be about seventy kilometers south of Fort Menta. The town of Orta is not far from here. According to our battle plan, we should send a support team here."
Monica thought for a moment before replying, "Very well, let's … let Gaslil go. It should be enough to arrange for the White Lion Guards to stay here!"
"Hmm …" Sifrid hesitated for a moment before she spoke up: "I want to see those two people. They might be frightened to death."
"What's there to see?" Monica replied snappily. However, she glanced at the little girl and shrugged. "Alright, it's up to you. We still have a lot of time anyway."
…
When the huge root swept towards him, the middle-aged hunter thought he was dead for sure. Who would have thought that at the critical moment, the root would suddenly change direction, missing him by a hair's breadth and crashing to the ground amidst the creaking sounds of trees collapsing.
It took a long time for the dust to settle, and the surroundings became quiet once more. The father and son tremblingly opened their eyes again. When they looked ahead, they couldn't help but subconsciously hold their breaths and widen their eyes.
In the forest, the dense hazel forest and pine forest disappeared, and an unimaginable thing appeared out of thin air. To be exact, it was an even bigger tree. Its trunk was like a mountain peak that pierced through the clouds. Its vast canopy covered the entire forest, and its slender branches and lush green canopy were shrouded in the clouds. A few birds were flying around the giant tree, and from afar, they looked like a swarm of flying insects. The giant tree's huge roots wrapped around the undulating mountain range, forming a natural outer wall. On top of the outer wall, there were tall man-made buildings. But the thick stone walls were filled with the simple style of the Dwarves, and they were even taller and more majestic than the fortresses they had seen in Manorville and Randner.
The father and son looked at the scene with their mouths agape. If they were not dreaming, they must have gone mad to see such a strange scene. The two could not help but think of the myths and legends that were widely spread in the south. It was said that on a sunny summer afternoon, the forest would show the illusion of giant stone statues and the city where the giants lived.
Although it was not a sunny afternoon, nor was it a hot summer day, the father and son were almost certain that this was where the giants lived.
They couldn't help but tremble in fear. According to legend, the giants were monsters that ate people in the wilderness. Although the stone giants that could build cities were said to be gentle, they probably wouldn't have any good feelings for two insignificant mortals like them.
However, they didn't dare to rashly escape. The roots of this huge city extended for several miles. How could they easily escape from its range? While the two of them were worrying, a human head suddenly popped out from the towering city wall and looked in their direction. Although the other party was wearing a sentry helmet, the distinctive features of the huge nose, small eyes, and thick beard all indicated the identity of the other party — a dwarf.
To be precise, he was a rune dwarf who claimed to be a descendant of the Silver Folk. If you used such a simple title to call Odum, the dwarven master craftsman would definitely correct your 'faulty wording' and add a bunch of adjectives to modify it. Of course, he would also add a bunch of other related and complicated titles to address Odum.
For example, he was the only master craftsman in Valhalla, advisor to the count, scholar, archeologist, and so on.
Of course, most of them were self-titled.
Odum squinted his eyes for a long time before he saw the two insignificant fellows below Valhalla. It was not that his eyesight was bad, but the noise in the city had distracted him. Even though Monique had sent a notice to all of Valhalla before Valhalla's teleportation was activated, everyone knew the standards of the light spirits. It was already a miracle that they did not make any mistakes. It was almost impossible for them to do a good job.
The old dwarf could not help but think of the little girl he met in Schafflund. That cute little girl was said to be the lord's fiancée. Even though the merchant girl was muddle-headed when it came to doing things, she was always able to arrange everything in an orderly manner when she was in the territory. There was no way her subordinates could not understand her intentions.
Of course, there was also Amandina and Miss Maynild. If any of them were still in the territory, Valhalla would not be in this state. When the light spirits suddenly told the citizens of Valhalla to enter a state of battle, even if they were loyal to their lord, it was inevitable that they would fall into a state of panic and unease.
"I really don't know what these fellows are doing." Odum grumbled to himself. He then placed his hand on the battlements and shouted at the two pitiful creatures who were already trembling in fear: "Hey, are you alright?!"
The father and son hunters did not expect that a dwarf would appear in a city of giants. Weren't these two races irreconcilable enemies? It was said that a long time ago, during the war with the Twilight Dragon, the Giants betrayed their Dwarven allies in an important battle. Since then, they had lost their own civilization and degenerated into filthy, smelly, man-eating monsters that never bathed in the wilderness. After that, the Dwarves swore to break off their relationship with the Giants, and the Giants and Giants became mortal enemies.
Could it be that this city of giants had been taken over by their enemies and became a city of dwarves?
The middle-aged hunter had this ridiculous thought, but no matter what, dealing with dwarves was better than dealing with giants. With great difficulty, he finally calmed down the uneasiness in his heart. With reverence, he looked at the towering giant tree and fortress that suddenly appeared in the forest. He swallowed his saliva and was thinking about how he should answer or how to make the other party let him and his son leave. Suddenly, he heard his son exclaim in surprise.
"Oh my god, I understand now! This must be Valhalla Fortress!" "You must be the legendary Dwarven craftsman who designed and built this fortress, Mister Odum!" The young man's eyes shone brightly as he looked at Odum who was standing on top of the city walls.
"I'm also an advisor to the count, a scholar, an archeologist, and a master alchemist," Odum added in dissatisfaction: "Kid, I'm also an advisor to the royal family, but I didn't accept it. The Erouine Geographical Association also invited me to become an honorary member, but I declined."
"It's really you!"
"Of course." Odum proudly puffed out his chest, but he quickly remembered that he had other matters to attend to and waved his hand: "Alright, it's good that you're fine. Now, please step back a little. I'm going to put down the gate."
"Gate?"
The father and son looked at each other. However, they immediately understood the true meaning of this sentence. The roots of the towering tree suddenly wriggled and extended from the stone wall that was originally tightly attached to it, as if a huge suspension bridge had been lowered. However, the size of this suspension bridge was a little shocking. Each of them spanned a distance of over a thousand meters, and they were wide enough for carriages to pass through.
The father and son hurriedly retreated, and soon they saw a flag on the towering city wall. It was the flag of Aouine's royal family, the Star, Moon, and Lily flag. Then there was another flag, a flag of a white lion fluttering in the strong northern wind. A few knights holding flags took the lead and rushed down the city wall. Behind them were rows of knights in bright armor. They had silver heavy armor, enchanted capes and small shields, long white manes fluttering on their pointed helmets, and lion heads on their shoulder plates. All of these indicated the identity of this army.
The White Lion Guards.
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