The high elves hurriedly held a meeting to discuss how to rescue the little queen. The High Lord Tyrion quickly gathered all available forces and took away most of the Legendary heroes and elites of Ossouin, rushing towards the Old World at full speed.
The Old World, the Ridge of the World, the Eternity Peak, the Dwarven Ancestral Hall, the Throne Hall.
Many, many years later, the Dwarven Royal Clan Assembly was held once again. Everyone discussed the same thing as the High Elves. It was about the annihilation of the elven and dwarven envoys, as well as the disappearance of the little Queen Alisala.
Under the golden spire, under the gaze of the giant statue of the dwarven god, in the magnificent Kraz A-Karak, the solemn sound of drums and horns reverberated in every hall and corridor.
Hundreds of coffins were sent into the graveyard under the chanting of the Eternal Guardians and the dwarven priests. Fine dwarven beer was spilled on the heavy stone surface. The doors of the Valhalla opened, and the honor guards continued to move forward until the remains of the dwarves were sent into the graveyard.
The dwarves marched in silence. Above the long procession, the final climax of the drumming reverberated in the halls and corridors.
The Supreme King Solgreen, the Resentful, had tears in his eyes. He walked to his distant grandnephew, the broken body of Dolin Ironhelm. The dwarf warrior's body had been cast with gold and silver. Solgreen opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only glanced at his distant grandnephew and nodded silently. "I let you go first, Dolin. You are a good man. You live up to your title as a dwarf."
There was no chanting or crying. There was only silence, an incomparably oppressive silence that brewed with endless hatred. Every dwarf warrior who participated in the funeral clenched their fists and gritted their teeth. The white beards of the long-bearded elders trembled as if they were trying to engrave this scene into the depths of their minds.
Marquis of the Wretched Lands, Marshal Lucian of Brittany, looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated expression. He was not used to it.
"Have you never seen such a large-scale dwarf funeral before?" Belega's voice sounded beside Lucien. Belega and his queen, Kmanic, walked over from the side. Belega's voice was filled with sorrow and relief. He also took a large glass of dwarven beer from one of Angerland's sworn guards, stepped forward, and poured the beer on the coffins of the dwarves. Belega said loudly, "Warriors, drink to your heart's content in the temple of your ancestors and in the other world! May the living stand tall and may the dead rest in peace! May the mountains and the mines echo with our voices forever! "
"May the living stand tall, may the dead rest in peace, may the mountains and mines echo with our voices forever!" All the dwarves raised their cups.
F * ck!
Marshal Lucien and his personal guards, about a hundred Varyag Guards, also raised their cups. These guys who lived in the Wretched Lands and the mountains no longer looked like knights. They looked more like a group of bandits who were more aggressive and brave than the green-skinned big bosses. Each of them had a two-handed axe, which made it much easier for them to kill the green-skinned monsters!
After the ceremony, the meeting of the dwarven kings officially began in the throne room of the Eternity Peak.
The dwarven kings who attended the meeting were as follows:
Kraz A-Karak, the Supreme King of the Eternity Peak, Solgrin, the Resentful.
Karak Kadrin, the King of the Butcher's Castle, Agrim, the Iron Fist.
Karak Eight Peaks, the real King of the Eight Peaks, Belega Ironhammer.
Karak Zhufuba, the King of Riptide Pass, Balentine Stoneheart.
Karak Haimen Pass, the King of Haimen Pass, Beyernoff Dragonhammer.
Karak Azur, the King of Iron Peak Castle, Kazador Dragonhammer.
Karak Kashien, the King of Horn Castle, Auric Raphson.
Karak Domar, the most famous and recognized King of Domar in the Old World, the best beer brewer, Master Joseph Bagman.
These were the most important dwarven kings. There were also some kings of small Dwarven fortresses (those with a population of less than a thousand people).
Other than the meeting of the kings, the chief engineer of the Eternity Peak, Grim Bloxson, and the president of the Rune Craftsmen Association, Karak Harsh, were also present.
Lucien and Durant respectfully sat at the end of the table. As Belega's vassals, they sat behind Belega. On the left were the Eternal Guardians, on the right were Kadrin's Demon Butchers, and in front of them were the Sworn Guards of Angran. After the Eight Peaks Mountain was recovered, there were many new faces in the Sworn Guards. After the small bearded men had experienced many battles, some of them were considered to be able to serve in the Sworn Guards.
Allowing this group of humans to participate in the meeting of the dwarven kings was a special reward. Through this method, Sol Glynn wanted to praise and thank the three guards of the Wretched Land for their great contribution.
Two months ago, at the foot of the Black Mountains, the famous dwarven brewery in the depths of the border prince's territory, Bagman's Brewery, was attacked by a large group of Green Goblin nomads. At that time, Master Bagman was personally delivering fifty carts of Bagman's Premium Black Ale to Emperor Karl-franz of the Empire. The guards were quickly defeated by the Green Goblins, and the brewery was almost lost.
Coincidentally, the Brittany border baron, Durant, who was humiliated by Gao Jing at the Sea Gate, was passing by with a few hundred of his soldiers who were supposed to be escorting the little queen. When they saw the black smoke rising into the sky, the soldiers of the Armory Guards reacted quickly and decided to rescue Bagman's Brewery. At the critical moment, they drove away the Green Goblins and protected the brewery.
Durant and his soldiers probably didn't think that they had done anything earth-shattering. When Master Bagman came back to thank Durant, the border baron even joked that if he really wanted to thank him, he should be more polite and show him around the Eternity Peak.
In the end, Master Bagman patted his chest and agreed, which led to today's trip to the Eternity Peak. All the dwarven kings, including King Balentine Stoneheart, who hated humans the most, came to express their gratitude.
It could only be said that the humans still didn't fully understand what high-quality, delicious, thick beer meant to the dwarves.
After a short ceremony and a routine opening speech by the Supreme King Solgreen, the Supreme King began to talk about what everyone was most concerned about.
"According to the information we have, we can basically confirm that the murderer is the last vampire count, Manfred Von Karstein. He and his undead army single-handedly created and caused this tragedy. In the name of Granny, we will definitely take our revenge. It's time to add a new chapter to the book of hatred," Granny said. Solgreen's white beard was stained with beer foam. He looked at everyone and said, "This is a very heavy blow to the dwarves. By Valaya, a thousand outstanding dwarves have fallen just like that. Our original plan to explore the underground of Carak Vann and try to reclaim the Red Eye Mountain will have to be put on hold for now."
"Damn undead!" Belega was the first to roar. The King of Eight Peak Mountain hammered his Shield of Resistance with his fist and cursed, "According to the report of the three guards of the Wretched Land and the exploration of the rangers of Eight Peak Mountain, these undead went south, even further south than the Dragon Cliff Castle. They didn't stop at all along the way."
"The undead obviously came with a purpose. At present, we still don't know what they are planning to do by kidnapping the sharp-eared little queen." The King of Sea Gate, Bayernoff Dragonhammer, asked Belega, "King Belega, do you have any clues?"
"Bayernoff, they passed by your place. Now you are asking me?" Belega waved his hand impatiently, but he still signaled the guards behind him to take out a dwarven armor that had been chopped into pieces and showed it to everyone.
The armor was passed around the dwarven kings.
"This crack … It's Gul!"
"That's right! It's him! "
"It's Gul, the abominable executioner. Oh Grimnir, is there really no way to completely kill him?"
The dwarves had already fought Gul, the Chosen One of the Four Gods of Chaos, who was resurrected and controlled by the undead. Almost every dwarf kingdom had Gul's name in the Book of Hatred.
"With Gul's participation, it means that other undead forces besides Man Frey are also involved in this operation." The Butcher King, Agrim Ironfist, held the broken armor in his hand and handed it to his son. The Butcher King thought for a moment and said to the Supreme King, "My Supreme King, the dwarves must remember the hatred and honor our oath. We should start the operation now!"
"Start the operation? Tell me, Agrim, how do we start the operation?" The Supreme King was flipping through the Book of Great Hatred. There was already a lot of hatred that had been settled, but there was also a lot of hatred that had not been settled. "We don't even know where the undead went."
"But we know where Pointy Ear is!" The Horn Fort's King, Oric Rafson, roared, "Kill them now! It's all Pointy Ear's fault! If it weren't for their envoys, the dwarves wouldn't have suffered such losses! "
The King of Riptide Pass, Balentine Stoneheart, was also very excited. "I've said it two hundred years ago. The pointy ears are a bunch of losers who will mess up everything. My supreme king, look at them. What else can they do except play tricks all day long and make things worse? What else can they do? If you ask me, humans are better than Pointy Ear. "
"Intolerable!" The Iron Peak Fort's King, Cazador Dragonhammer, also said, "Your Majesty, give the order."
"Yes, Your Majesty, give the order. We will use hammers and battle axes to cleanse the hatred!"
"The oath of revenge must be honored."
"Send an envoy immediately and question the high elves. What are their intentions?"
"Blood, they must be paid with blood!"
The Supreme King, Solgrin, first patted the table lightly and signaled for everyone to be quiet. "Quiet."
"…" The dwarven kings stopped quarreling and all looked up at Solgrin, who was sitting on the Supreme King's throne.
"Petty grudges and meaningless disputes will only bring about the demise of the dwarves." Solgrin shook his head. The Supreme King looked at everyone and asked, "Dwarven kings, let me ask you a few questions."
"First, were Dolin Ironhelm and the others killed by Pointy Ear?"
"Second, did the High Elf envoys and the Eternal Queen come uninvited?"
"Third, where did the High Elf envoys meet with trouble?"
None of the dwarven kings answered.
"What? All of you were shouting so fiercely and energetically before, and now you don't say anything? " Solgrin let out a cold laugh from deep within his nostrils. The Supreme King's expression softened. "Belega, you were the loudest one before. You speak."
"Dolin and the others … were killed by the undead. The High Elf envoys … visited the old world with the permission of Valaya and His Majesty. They disembarked at the Sea Gate and left at the border." Belega, the King of Eight Peak Mountain, could only say this. He sighed and said, "My pitiful race suffered such a disaster."
"Then the question is very clear. Agrim, tell me, are we responsible for this matter?" Solgrin turned to the Butcher King.
The Butcher King cursed in a low voice. No one understood what he said.
"Agrim?"
"According to the Book of Hatred, as long as the envoys arrive at the dwarven territory and are received by the dwarves, it is equivalent to entering the dwarven territory and being protected by the dwarves. If something happens, theoretically, it should be the responsibility of us dwarves." Seeing that the Butcher King did not answer, the King of Eight Peak Mountain stroked his white beard and shook his head helplessly. "No matter what, it is us dwarves who do not have guards."
This Belega is getting more and more arrogant, Solgrin thought.
However, the Supreme King did not have time to attack Belega. After all, Belega was one of the few dwarven kings who had successfully reclaimed their ancestral kingdom. Moreover, the grand Leyline Hub still needed Belega's protection and protection. Solgrin followed Belega's words and said, "Belega is right. Dwarves will never forgive any hatred, but we will never avoid any responsibility. Since we invited Pointy Ear and something happened in our territory, it is the responsibility of the dwarves. It is unreasonable to seek revenge on Pointy Ear now."
"But …" The president of the Rune Craftsmen Association, Clark Grim, looked at the Supreme King in disbelief. "Are we just going to let this matter go? That is Dolin and a thousand dwarven warriors! "
"I did not say that we should just let it go." Solgrin explained to Clark Grim. "But in this matter, the dwarves did not protect them well. Something happened to the guests in their own home. Shouldn't we blame the host and the guests?"
"Yes, but I suspect that Pointy Ear might have colluded or plotted something. I will not trust these guys." Clark Grim was very conservative and stubborn, but it also meant that he respected honor and tradition.
"I will send someone to investigate this clearly." Solgrin said to the dwarven kings. "Remember, before this matter is investigated clearly, no one is allowed to take revenge on Pointy Ear or the undead. The undead are powerful, and Pointy Ear's attitude is unclear. What we need now is to be as firm and steady as a rock."
"Yes!" The dwarven kings all nodded.
Beornov Dragonhammer, the king of Haimen Pass, thought for a moment and asked, "But Your Majesty, Pointy Ear will definitely not be indifferent. What if they come and attack us?"
"This is indeed a problem, but before Pointy Ear comes here, he will definitely pass through the human territory." The Supreme King nodded. "Send a messenger in advance and ask if there is anything we can help with. We will try our best not to let the revenge war happen again. But if they want to fight, we will accompany them to the end."
The dwarven kings all replied loudly, "We will accompany them to the end!"
"Oh, right, the knights and soldiers of the three guards of the Wretched Lands do not participate in this matter. Follow Belegar back to the Eight Peaks Mountain." Solgrin then ordered Lucian and Durant. The Supreme King frowned. "I know Pointy Ear. They must be filled with anger and have nowhere to vent it. At this time, whatever you do will be wrong. Don't get involved. This is the dwarves' matter. If there is anger, let the dwarves bear it! You are all friends of the dwarves. The dwarves will not put their friends in a difficult position. "
"Thank you very much!" Lucian and Durant both stood up to express their gratitude.
Solgrin the Grudge looked at the top of the ancestral hall of the Eternity Peak. Under the dome that was almost identical to that of the High Elves Lothern Phoenix King's Court, there were dozens of thick tapestries with ancient stories. Many of the tapestries were severely faded or damaged, but one could still vaguely see that it was a story of a strong dwarf king and an elven general riding a dragon to fight against the tide of Chaos.
After thousands of years, the friendship of the past was no longer there. What was left was endless hatred and decay.
"The late king of Snorri, please guide your descendants of the Durazkalad royal bloodline!"
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