"Our king has been sacrificed!"
“longlivetotheKing！”
“longlivetotheKing！”
Ancient and solemn music echoed in the ancestral hall. The dwarves were crying. They had won the battle, but the dwarves had lost their king once again.
The script was supposed to be like this. He, Bellegar Ironhammer, would become the greatest king in the history of the Angran clan. He would be remembered by everyone and would be written in the book of hatred. He and his glorious deeds would be remembered by the dwarves forever.
However, Bellegar's throat was tightly gripped by a strong sense of gravity. The King of Eight Peak Mountain felt that his body was about to fall apart. The death he had been waiting for did not come for a long time.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the Griffin Empris flapping its wings with some effort. The Knight King, Laing, was holding his cape with a smile. The king saw Bellegar open his eyes and smiled. "Brother Bellegar, are you awake? The battle was very successful. We have completely wiped out the Skaven Ratmen and the Green Dwarfs. A very small number of enemies have escaped through the underground network. The ancestral hall has been recovered. The entire Eight Peak Mountain is ours! "
"Hmph, I was thinking about this. Brother Laing, do you know that what you did was very rude? You offended the innate right of a dwarf, which is the right to die gloriously in battle. The right to seek an epic death. " Bellegar was pulled up by Laing and placed on the back seat of Empris. The King of Eight Peak Mountain was both relieved and ashamed. He said very awkwardly, "If you were not a sincere friend of the Angran clan, I would definitely write this into the book of hatred. Nothing can stop a dwarf from seeking an honorable death."
"Yes, yes, yes." Laing squinted his eyes. The Knight King made a bad joke. "But I remember that the dwarves only did this after they swore the Oath of the Butcher, right? Even the Butcher King would not be in such a hurry to die. "
"…" The King of Eight Peak Mountain blushed when he thought about his funeral and how his descendants would remember him. Fortunately, he was wearing a helmet, so no one could see it.
"Your kingdom needs you, Brother Belega. Reclaiming the Eight Peaks Mountain is just the beginning of a new kingdom." Laing knew that Laing had heard him, but he didn't want to lose face, so he didn't say anything. So Laing continued, "You are their king. They need you."
"That's right. I'm their king. Without me, these mustaches really can't do anything." Belega finally smiled. "If I say they can't do anything, then they really can't."
"But without your help, brother Laing, we really can't do it." After a few laughs, Belle Jia finally opened his mouth. His voice was a little hoarse. "Thank you, brother Laing. We succeeded. We really succeeded!"
The two kings looked at each other and laughed. Their laughter echoed in the eight snowy peaks and didn't stop for a long time.
On the plateau, the war was basically over. The Green Dwarfs and Rat Men were almost completely wiped out. Occasionally, a small group of enemies escaped, but they couldn't affect the situation.
Karak Eight Peaks Mountain, which had been lost for more than three thousand years, welcomed a brand new day.
At this time, in the winter sky, the dark clouds gradually dispersed. Gentle sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the ground. The blue sky was so charming and so refreshing.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Great victory!"
"The Eight Peaks Mountain is reclaimed! We won! "
"Skaven, Green Dwarfs, Undead, or something else, no one can stop the righteous army of Brittany. No one can stop our powerful knight army. We are the strongest army in the old world!"
"Long live His Majesty Laing! Long live His Majesty Belega!"
The cheering Humans and Dwarfs couldn't help but let out their loudest voices.
From today onwards, the Eight Peaks Mountain returned to the hands of the Dwarfs.
The Angran clan that had wandered for more than 3000 years had returned home!
I'm the 50% line for maintenance fee …
Ten days later, in the Eight Peaks Mountain, at the highest point of the ancestral hall of the Dwarfs, in the main shrine of the Dwarf Grimnir.
The king of the Eight Peaks Mountain, Belega Ironhammer, stood quietly on the cliff facing the plateau of the Eight Peaks Mountain. Although the place had just been cleaned up, due to the destruction of the Green Dwarfs for thousands of years, the main shrine of Grimnir was still a mess. The sculptures and buildings on the cliff had been destroyed, and only a few traces of runes could still be seen.
The Hammer of Angran and the Shield of Resistance had been recovered from the ice lake, along with Skaven's body that had been cut in half and the body of his beloved Gobla. The Dwarfs had reclaimed their territory, but the Eight Peaks Mountain still had to face many problems. Most of the fortresses had been destroyed, and it would take time to rebuild. The Titan Gate had collapsed, and the craftsmen estimated that it would take at least six months to repair the gate. There were also the Skaven Ratmen in the underground mines and the underground network. Although they had been chased away, they would return one day. Belega simply ordered to blow up all the underground network except for the Sea Gate, Eternity Peak, Riptide Pass, Fort Horn, and Fort Iron Peak. In the future, these underground network would be reopened, but not now.
From today onwards, the hub of the ancient network network was opened. The Dwarfs would no longer fight alone, and the Mountain Kingdom would once again be connected.
"Skaven and his Demonic Moon Clan have received the fate they deserved. The Skaven Ratmen have also been eliminated. We are safe for the time being." Belega took out a Dwarven Thunder Blunderbuss. The King of Eight Peaks Mountain was filled with sadness as he knelt down on one knee and placed the blunderbuss on a very worn rune. "All of this is thanks to you, Halhaver. Without your sacrifice, we would not be here today."
The King of Eight Peaks Mountain stood up. Belega raised his head and looked at the sky.
Every Dwarf's heart was in the mountains, mines, and the roar of machinery. But at this moment, Belega realized that the sky of Eight Peaks Mountain was so beautiful.
The King quietly made a new oath.
I will fulfill my great dream of revitalizing Eight Peaks Mountain!
We will gather all the surviving clansmen and rebuild our home.
We will abandon our past differences and create a new kingdom with new glory!
We will unite as one, and create our own destiny in the mountains!
Reclaiming Eight Peaks Mountain was not the end, but a new beginning.
"Belega, my bloodline." A figure came from behind the King of Eight Peaks Mountain. Belega immediately turned around and found that standing in front of him were the four ancestral spirits he had summoned.
"Ancestors!" Belega immediately knelt down. "Thank you very much!"
"We have returned to our home. All of this is thanks to you and your Knight allies." The ancestral spirit, the King of Eight Peaks Mountain, Loen Ironhammer slowly nodded. "Thank you. We can finally be free."
"Free?" Belega raised his head and looked at his four ancestors in disbelief. "I …"
"Our power can help you once, and only once." Loen Ironhammer looked at his final bloodline as the Ancestral Hero Spirit said softly, "What happens next will depend on you, Belega. Our strength has been exhausted."
"Ancestors, thank you!" Belega knelt down and expressed his gratitude to all the ancestors. Then, he watched as the ancestors turned into faint light and disappeared from the main temple of Grimnir.
After everything was done, Belega finally got up and walked to the middle of the Ancestral Hall.
The preparations for the coronation ceremony had been completed. In the ancestral hall that had been through a lot, Belegar came to his throne. The Brittanian knights lined up on the left side of the throne, while the dwarves lined up on the right side.
The White Dwarf personally presided over the coronation ceremony for Belega. From today onwards, Belega Ironhammer was the true King of Eight Peaks Mountain.
The Dwarves loudly sang Belega's name, cheering and praising the great achievements of their expedition. The Wood Elves at the end of the Ancestral Hall could not help but cover their ears with their hands. Even Aralos could not stand it. The Wood Elf hero could not stand it and quickly signaled that everything was over. The army followed him out of the hall and set up camp outside. The Elves were not used to living in such an environment. They were currently living in Sloppy Town, a mining town under Crescent Peak and Silverhorn Peak. A portion of the Knight Army was stationed in Sloppy Town, while the rest lived in the stone mine sentry tower on the other side of the central fortress. These two places were the surface towns of the Eight Peaks Mountain.
Laing, François, and Kalad stood together. Veronica, who was wearing a fiery red leather coat, stood behind him. Olica had changed back into her black and white maid costume, white silk stockings, and black high heels. She only wore a purple mink coat. She silently listened to the conversation between her master and François. Her amber eyes were rolling around. No one knew what she was thinking.
Laing had changed into his king's suit. The Knight King calmly accepted everyone's cheers. This was what he deserved. At the same time, he said to François, "This expedition was not easy."
"That's right." François watched the dwarves drag Skarnik's body into the hall. The king of Belegar and the chief runemaster, Stroud, read the records in the Book of Hatred. There were two chapters about Skarnik in the Book of Hatred, and it would take at least two hours to erase all of them. Laing simply signaled the knights to take a rest, leaving only the Old Guard behind.
After the test of blood and fire, this iron army had now become a real elite. François was a little envious. His unicorn guards had just been formed. They were responsible for protecting the witches in the battle of the Valaya Gate, so the losses were minimal. Later, they were responsible for the same task in the battle of the Titan Gate. Therefore, they still had a long way to go to become a strong army in François's imagination. The duke looked at the dwarves' smelly and long ceremony, and the cheers were loud enough to overturn the ceiling. He smiled and said, "Well, when will this strange ceremony be completed? When will we be able to get our reward? "
"Haha, I knew you were going to say this." Laing smiled and nodded. He looked into the depths of the ancestral hall and said, "The ancestral tomb and treasury of the dwarves are located in a very deep tunnel under the ancestral hall. Runemasters Thorek and Stroud have already gone to open it. We will get our reward the day after tomorrow at the earliest."
"Very good." François asked calmly, "Laing, you must have thought about how to divide it, right?"
"Haha." Laing, of course, knew what François meant. The old man's hint was very obvious. "I understand."
The old man wanted to have an extra share of the spoils.
In this great expedition, the Winford Duchy had contributed the most. The Champion Knight Brotherhood of Quinnarius had sent almost all of their members into battle, and the casualties were close to 30%. The Holy Grail Knight Antelme had died in battle, and his father-in-law's military group had indeed contributed greatly. Furthermore, Francois had even sent his unicorn guards over, and in the end, he had even personally led his own troops to support the Winford Duchy. Just based on this point alone, the Winford Duchy deserved a bigger share.
Laing knew that he had to be fair in his rewards and punishments. The victory of this great expedition would establish his indisputable royal power and world-famous prestige. As long as the distribution of the spoils was properly arranged, no one in the kingdom would dare to challenge the king's authority. He would truly achieve the obedience that the former king, Richard, longed for.
Therefore, François was not actually hinting that Laing should have an extra share of the spoils. The real meaning of the old man's words was — don't get carried away, young man!
Kalad did not understand what Laing and François were talking about. He did not care about the spoils, but about the scene. With waves of cheers, Bellegar erased the last record related to Skarnik, and then stood up personally. The King of Eight Peaks Mountain shouted loudly, "Next, it's his turn!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"Thoroughly settle the grudge!"
"Long live Bellegar, long live Eight Peaks Mountain!!!"
Several dwarves and Old Guard dragged the tied up Headhunter Quake in from outside the hall. Quake was seriously injured, hungry, and weak. He gritted his teeth and did not say a word. He was still struggling with all his might, but it was all in vain.
Belega stepped down from his throne. The King of Eight Peak Mountain walked in front of Headhunter Quake and arrogantly looked at his old rival. He snorted coldly, put his hands on his hips, puffed out his belly, and took a deep puff from his pipe. Then he blew a cloud of white smoke in Quake's face: "Humph! It's your turn, Quake! "
“nono！ This isn't the ending I want, it's not ~ "Headhunter Quake was still stubborn:" Just you wait, bearded thing. The Skaven army will destroy you and your little kingdom, and the City of Eight Pillars will belong to the Moss clan! Yesyes！”
"Oh, is that so?" Bellegar was very proud. The King of Eight Peaks Mountain reached out and pressed his hand on Quake's head.
"Your Majesty, what is this mouse talking about?" The young bearded Cazador's nephew, Cazador, could not help but shout. Cazador's words soon attracted a warning look from Cazador, but he was not scolded, which was rare.
The King of Eight Peaks Mountain pressed his hand on the head of the Warlord of Eight Peaks Mountain and paused with interest for three seconds.
Everyone was waiting.
"It's afraid!"
Bellegar shouted happily. "It's afraid of the upcoming trial! It's afraid of us dwarves!!! "
The hall suddenly erupted with thunderous roars and cheers. The dwarves all waved their weapons and shouted excitedly.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!!!"
"Long live the king!!!"
"Glennie above! We won! "
"Glennie blesses us!"
"Thank you, Valaya!"
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