Laing's appearance finally calmed the camp down. The king was the only one in the camp who could suppress both the wood elves and the dwarves. The wood elves needed Laing for trade, and the Angran clan also respected Laing. After hearing that Laing had successfully advanced into the Saint-realm, Bellegar calmed down. The king of the Eight Peaks Mountain was making his final preparations.
Laing was not in a hurry to attend the meeting. He had to try to master his new ability.
His psionic power touched the cold void, and his original body's psionic power appeared in the entire subspace. It was extremely bright light spots of order that connected to form a mysterious symbol. Laing controlled his psionic power to the fullest and began to explore.
'Hmm, the source of dark magic and the one with my spiritual tattoo mark more than ten meters away must be Olica, who is guarding outside the door.' Ryan sensed it and nodded.
Since I can sense Olica, then what about Veronica?
Laing extended his psionic power even further. His psionic power covered hundreds of meters from the room. Laing soon found Veronica. She was hiding in her tent, gathering fire elements. But even with a large amount of fire elements gathered, the spiritual mark Laing left on her abdomen was still very clear.
Ryan smiled when he heard this. Veronica had contributed a lot to the great expedition over the past year. Although the rewards were very tempting, she was only able to come here because of him. Although the Sanctuary-level Gallan Witch didn't say it out loud, she still put Ryan first in everything. Now that the weather was cold, it wasn't suitable for Veronica to use fire magic, so she was still trying to gather some of her fire magic and store it in reserve.
In fact, the cold weather should have been Theresa's advantage. However, the sorceress was not a Sanctuary-level, and even if she came, she would not be of much use during the entire war in the Evil Lands, including the battle at Valaya's Gate. At most, she would only be of use when they reached the Eight Peaks. This was not worth the loss, so Ryan did not plan to let her come. As for Aurora, she was useful, but Ryan did not completely trust her.
That's right, it wasn't complete trust, nor was it complete distrust. It was incomplete trust.
Then why did Laing let Aurora and her mother form the MI7?
The answer was simple. There was no one he could use. At the same time, Laing also needed to establish balance. In the process of his rise, he had relied too much on Suria and the nobles behind her.
"Alright, let me try my new ability." Laing closed his eyes and began to cast spells with psionic power.
The bright light of psionic power lit up the entire room. Soon, the boundary between the subspace and the mortal world was torn apart. A light blue vortex of psionic power flashed continuously, and a bright portal gradually opened.
Veronica's figure appeared in the portal. Magus Garan screamed and fell from the sky. Laing caught her in his arms. She panicked at first. She almost thought that she did not control her magic properly and attracted a Chaos Demon, or that she was sucked into the subspace. But when she saw that it was Laing, Magus Garan's face darkened. She was so angry that she patted Laing's face with the back of her hand. "Dear! What are you doing? You almost scared me to death! I thought I was sucked into a Chaos Portal! "
What Veronica said was not without reason. More than a hundred years ago, when the Alchemy Academy of the Imperial Empire was first built, the management of the alchemists was not as good as it was later on. One of the alchemists failed to cast a spell and accidentally summoned a Chaos Portal. As a result, a Tzeentech and a Terror Demon Hound came out and killed all the alchemists in the Alchemy Academy. In the end, the Tzeentech and the Terror Demon Hound had a great battle in the Alchemy Academy. It was not until a day later that the Chaos Tide subsided, the Chaos Demons disappeared, and the Tzeentech's magic disguise was removed that the Empire discovered the disaster.
In the history of the Marvel Blue Council, there had been many incidents that occurred. Although Veronica had Leon's spirit runes protecting her from being corrupted by chaos, she still had her fair share of experiences where she had made mistakes and even suffered backlash. This time, she was truly frightened.
"The original path is the same. I understand now." Laing hugged Veronica's delicate body, and the Knight King said thoughtfully, "I understand now. How did father teleport Angelo out of danger?"
"Angelo's brother?" Veronica calmed down after a short period of panic. Garan sat on Laing's lap and pouted. She was wearing a Starry Night Elf Black Amber skirt today, revealing a pair of slender black stockings and black suede high heels. Garan smiled and said, "Angelo's brother is so strong, how could he be in danger? Don't lie to me. "
"No matter how strong he is, he is still just a demigod." Laing said meaningfully. He reached out and gently touched the black stockings of his chief minister, Veronica's smooth skin could be seen under the thin black stockings. Garan was a little embarrassed and a little unhappy. She slapped Laing's hand away and said, "That's enough, my dear. I don't know what kind of new ability you have, but if you summoned me for this, we can talk about it at night. Or you can go find your Olica. I still need to continue condensing my mana during the day and prepare for the upcoming battle."
"I'm just testing my new ability." Laing put his arm around Veronica's waist and said, "I've tested the first ability. Now, let's test the second."
"The second?" Before Veronica could understand what Laing was talking about, a light blue vortex of psionic energy burst out in the room, and the two disappeared in an instant. Whoosh!
After a wave of psionic energy, Laing and Veronica appeared two kilometers away from where they were before. On the eastern wall of the outpost, Veronica's black high heels stepped on the thick snow. Garan looked at the snowy landscape in disbelief. "My dear, you've learned a mass teleportation spell?!"
"Psionic Distortion. It can teleport thirty to forty people at a time, and the maximum distance is three kilometers." Laing put Veronica down and felt his new ability. "Damn it, this world is too suppressed by the Great Guardian and the Great Maelstrom. Otherwise, I should be able to teleport very far."
"Your new ability?" Veronica looked at the snow falling from the sky and took the initiative to put her cloak on the shoulders of Ryan who was only wearing a thin shirt. "Let's go back to the room first. Don't get caught in the snow outside."
"Psionic Recall, Psionic Distortion." Laing nodded and activated Psionic Distortion again. A second later, the two were back in the king's golden tent.
Laing began to deal with all kinds of news and affairs.
According to Belegar's dwarf ranger, Skarnik was gathering all of his troops. The large-scale mobilization of troops meant that the general of Eight Peaks Mountain was ready for a decisive battle. At the same time, an entire tribe of ogres, called the Big Belly tribe, was approaching Eight Peaks Mountain under the command of the ogre warlord, Big Belly. Skarnik not only used the crown of Eight Peaks Mountain and a large amount of food to trade with the ogres, but also provided half of the fart essence in Eight Peaks Mountain for the ogres to enjoy.
Although the fart essence that the green-skinned ogres ate couldn't be eaten by other races, the ogres were different. There was nothing that they couldn't eat. When they went crazy from hunger, they could even eat rocks and soil to satisfy their hunger (of course, it wasn't very useful. If they really wanted to be full, they still needed to eat solid food and meat). Faced with tens of thousands of delicious barbecued fart essence, the ogres agreed to Skarnik's employment contract.
Belegar was originally very confident in hiring the ogres, but seeing Skarnik pay such a huge price, the king of Eight Peaks Mountain really had nothing to say. He could only say that his old rival was really going all out this time.
Skarnik was very cunning and sly, but this green-skinned warlord also had the courage to fight at a critical moment. This was something that even Belegar, who hated Skarnik with all his heart, recognized.
As for the Skarvin Ratmen, they were very quiet. Belegar judged that there were only two possibilities. The first possibility was that Headhunter Quake was planning an even more despicable and terrible plan, and he was ready to come out and clean up the mess.
As for the second possibility … Even Laing felt a lot of pressure after hearing it. But in any case, if they could solve the problem of Eight Peaks Mountain in one go and save so much trouble, then it was acceptable.
As for the field battle proposed by Belegar and the defense proposed by the wood elves, Laing finally chose to go out of the city and fight in the field. The stream outpost was really dilapidated. It wasn't a fortress with sufficient defense and a complete wall structure, but a place that had been abandoned for thousands of years under the destruction of the green-skinned ogres. Although the dwarves had repaired a part of it, it was still too difficult to defend the city.
Laing understood what Aralos meant. The wood elves planned to fight in the front while they shot at the back.
However, going out of the city and fighting in the field could maximize the impact advantage of the Brittany heavy cavalry. In the end, Laing decided to go out of the city and fight in the field. Naturally, Belegar clapped his hands happily and said that Laing and his brother understood the dwarves the best. Aralos was not convinced. After many polite suggestions and suggestions, he was forced to accept the idea of going out of the city and fighting in the field. However, Laing could see that the wood elves still wanted to defend the city.
He could only temporarily suppress Aralos' dissatisfaction. This was not because of Laing's prestige, but because of Lilith's instructions to Aralos – listen to Laing and don't let him get hurt.
When the hero said these words, his voice was full of jealousy, but Laing just laughed it off.
Now, the whole camp was preparing for war.
Amidst the wind and snow, in the square of the ruins of a dwarven house, the real king of Eight Peaks Mountain, Belegar Ironhammer, was sitting on a stone. He held a pipe in his hand and was smoking.
Around him were hundreds of dwarven soldiers eating sandwiches and drinking beer. The dwarves were eating, fighting, and arguing loudly. Not only did Belegar not stop them, he was happy to see this scene. This represented the vitality of the dwarven clan.
The dwarves had been declining for a long time. Now, the number of older dwarves had exceeded the number of younger dwarves. If not for Laing's help and support, which allowed the younger dwarves to get enough food and various kinds of training, this decline would have continued. But one day, the younger dwarves would take over the armor, axes, and hammers of their elders and go to the frontlines to continue fighting for glory and the clan.
What kind of scene would that be? Thinking of this, Belegar couldn't help but smile. He looked at the distant Titan Gate of Eight Peaks Mountain and stretched his legs to enjoy the scenery. From the top of the mountain, he could see the continuous rolling hills, hard rocks, and sparse vegetation for many kilometers. He could also vaguely see the Eight Peaks Mountain. In front of the mountain, the Granny and Grimnir statues were watching everything. They were about to witness this unprecedented war.
"Three thousand years ago, your kingdom fell here, Your Majesty Belegar." At this time, a voice came from behind Belegar. The king of Eight Peaks Mountain turned his head and saw a very old dwarf with a white beard wearing a simple belt standing behind him. This stranger was wearing a blue wool robe, and his rough and cracked hand was holding an ancient dwarven scroll: "And now, you want to take it back."
"Only by taking back Eight Peaks Mountain can my clan and I welcome the final revival of the clan." Belegar replied seriously. He took the pipe out of his mouth and looked at the old dwarf strangely. From the length of his beard, this dwarf could be his grandfather: "Who are you? You are not a warrior of my clan. Where did you come from? "
"I came from Eternity Peak." The old dwarf nodded and walked behind Belega. "I'm just an old craftsman. I'm good at making and repairing weapons to earn some money. I thought you might need my help, so I came."
"Thank you for your help. May Granny be with you." Belegar nodded: "Anyone who can lend a helping hand at this time is a friend. Please sit."
The old dwarf sat beside Belegar and stretched out his legs. He took out a glass of Bargman's XXX dark beer and drank: "This will be a glorious battle. I'm glad you found a strong ally, but as an elder, I still have to pass on some life experience to you."
"I don't have anything to teach you. If you want to tell me that brother Laing is unreliable, then I won't be nice to you. Varaya above, brother Laing is my friend, a friend forever." Belegar grumbled unhappily. The king of Eight Peaks Mountain awkwardly said: "I don't think I need your advice."
The old dwarf did not answer immediately. He skillfully took out a small packet of tobacco and stuffed it into his pipe. Then he took out a lighter and lit it up. After a few satisfying puffs, the old dwarf said slowly: "Laing Macado? He's barely a qualified warrior, but you have to remember that he's the only one the dwarves can trust. King Belegar, you have to know that human life is too short and fragile. Look at the Empire, other than Emperor Charlemagne and Ludwig the Savior, is there another qualified emperor … But at least for now, we can trust Laing Macado and his knight allies. You know I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about a group of despicable and disgusting people who have betrayed the great covenant. I won't mention pointy ears' name here. "
"You're saying …" Belegar was deep in thought. The king of Eight Peaks Mountain seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the old dwarf suspiciously. The old dwarf was wearing a long cloak that covered his entire body, but it was obvious that there was an axe-shaped object on his waist: "You're here to help me, right?"
"I'm very happy. I thought that reclaiming Eight Peaks Mountain would be an impossible task, but Belegar, you actually made the impossible possible. Now, we're not far from reclaiming Eight Peaks Mountain. As long as you and your knight allies defeat that green dwarf and that rat in this battle, you might really have a chance. I mean, a small chance." The old dwarf nodded.
"This is my oath. I will definitely reclaim Eight Peaks Mountain." Belegar's eyes lit up: "This oath is the bond that binds our race together."
"Yes, the Mountain Kingdom will be revived again." The old dwarf's voice was slow and deep, as if it weighed a thousand pounds. "The oath is as firm as a rock!"
"Go, King Belegar. May Valaya guide your path. May your will be like Granny's broken iron. May your strength be like Grimnir's battle axe. May you succeed."
Belegar slowly nodded. Under the gaze of the old dwarf, he sent a black crow into the sky. Looking at the crow flying into the distance, the king of Eight Peaks Mountain sighed with emotion.
"This day has finally come!"
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