As the door to the Eight Peaks Mountain Treasury slowly opened, what appeared in front of everyone was a dazzling golden light that could blind anyone.
Gold! There was gold everywhere!
Inside the ancestral treasury, which was thousands of square meters in size, every staircase, every platform, every statue, every corner, and even every wall was covered with an astonishing amount of gold!
It was practically a sea of gold!
The golden light in the treasury, which was hundreds of meters deep, almost broke through the ceiling! When the white dwarf took his first step into the treasury of Eight Peaks Mountain, his boots touched a gold coin.
This gold coin bumped into two gold coins next to it, and these two gold coins bumped into even more gold coins. Then, a rumbling sound came from all directions.
It was an avalanche of gold!
Thousands of gold coins rolled down from high above like a snowy mountain collapsing, producing earth-shattering sounds of friction. The gold coins in the entire ancestral treasury slid down from high above, forming a mudslide made of gold! The sound of the gold coins rubbing against each other was very pleasant to the ear. Above the torrent of gold were jewels, all sorts of dwarven jewelry, countless spoils of war left behind from the great and glorious history, and exquisite works of art. Dozens of stone pillars supported the ceiling, and below them was a sea of gold and countless treasures.
In this magnificent hall, a slender corridor led straight to the ancestral hall of Eight Peaks Mountain. Illumination stones had been activated on both sides of the corridor under the power of runes.
What entered Laing's eyes were dozens of rows of exquisite dwarven armor with vibranium runes! These exquisite armors could be sold for thousands of crowns anywhere in the Old World, but there were so many of them on the walls that one couldn't see the end of the array of armors from one side of the ancestral hall to the other. There were also thousands of winged helmets, thousands of runic axes, thousands of runic warhammers, more than two thousand runic crossbows, and countless divine weapons displayed on both sides of the hall. More than twenty ten-meter-tall dwarven statues still stood at the two ends of the hall after thousands of years. Enshrined in front of them were books, crowns, weapons, armors, and the heads of many ancient beasts from various races and civilizations!
What appeared before Laing and the others was the symbol of the golden age of the dwarves. It was the true golden age!
"Oh my god, oh my god, my lady." François shook his head. He picked up a gold coin from the ground and put it in front of him. Duke Winford stared blankly at the gold coin in his hand. "I once had the honor of entering the treasury of Lady Carcassonne's cathedral, but the amount of gold coins stored there is not even one ten-thousandth of what is here."
The Brittanian knights were almost blinded by the brilliance. The knights had always boasted about their wealth, but when they saw the wealth in the treasure vault of the Eight Peaks Mountain, they finally realized that the wealth they were so proud of was nothing in front of the dwarves.
Dwarven gold coins, real dwarven gold coins! Laing also picked up a gold coin. The name of the dwarven gold coin was the same as the name of the Empire's gold coins, gold marks. However, the market almost never called them gold marks because the dwarven gold coins were of better quality than the Empire gold marks. A standard dwarven gold coin could at least be exchanged for two and a half of the best Empire gold marks minted by the Empire's Nur Mint!
As soon as the dwarven gold coin was in his hand, Laing felt the weight of the gold coin. He carefully observed the gold coin. On one side of the gold coin was the coat of arms of Eight Peaks Mountain and the Angrand clan. On the other side of the coin was the date of the coin's creation in the dwarven language. On the other side of the coin was the image of the Great Book of Hatred.
This gold coin was made in the year 476 of the dwarven calendar.
"The coins of you humans are completely dependent on us dwarves." The white dwarf looked at the Brittany roe deers who had been blinded by the gold coin and was very proud. He said in a rough voice, "When you guys first met the dwarves, you were still eating raw meat and drinking blood! It was the dwarves who selflessly told you how to make money. Otherwise, how do you humans mark the price of things? Are you interested in knowing? "
"How do you mark it, old man?" Veronica asked politely as she walked out from behind Laing and bowed to the white dwarf.
"Hey, the lowly ones tie knots on ropes and draw on small pieces of gold, silver, and copper with stones to mark how much they are worth!" The white dwarf gently grabbed a handful of gold coins and threw them in a certain direction in the hall.
In the next second, the trembling hall formed a waterfall of gold. The gold coins flowed down into the depths of the hall. The clinking and rustling sounds were intoxicating.
"That's why I once said that you know nothing about the wealth stored in Eight Peaks Mountain." Bellegar was feeling extremely refreshed. After the King of Eight Peaks Mountain had settled countless grudges, he could finally feel that he was no longer carrying a heavy burden. He happily explained, "Back then, before retreating from Eight Peaks Mountain, our ancestor, the Loen King, had no choice but to seal the treasury. He only brought a small amount of wealth out of Eight Peaks Mountain. As they knew that this place would fall into the hands of the enemy, the rune masters used the strongest runes to seal it. At the same time, they blew up many tunnels and set up several defenses around the door. They also set up rune seals to ensure that the brains of the green-skinned and rat-man cannot be found or opened."
"It's hard to imagine. I seem to have seen a glorious civilization." Juan raised his head and looked at the resplendent dome that was illuminated by the light from the illuminating stones. He suddenly felt extremely small. "Oh my god, I suddenly feel like a country bumpkin."
"Isn't that so?" Bellegar grabbed a handful of gold coins and proudly threw them into the air. Another wave of gold was formed. With such a shocking amount of wealth, there was no doubt that the Angran clan would be revived. "Gold, countless gold. It can soothe our sorrow and make the dwarves stronger. Welcome home, welcome back to our embrace."
After that, Bellegar casually took out a ruby that was bigger than his fist from a mountain of gold and threw it to Veronica. "Oh ho, Miss Veronica, this is for you!"
"Thank you!" Veronica's eyes lit up. Holding such a large ruby, Garland's eyes were shining like a dragon's.
"Everyone, follow me." Bellegar casually took out a shiny sapphire from a mountain of gold. This sapphire was bigger than a bull's eye. The king of Eight Peaks Mountain generously gave it to Olica, who was standing behind Laing. The dark elf smiled sweetly and accepted it without hesitation. Bellegar nodded and motioned for everyone to follow him. "Let us pay our respects to our ancestors."
Inside the ancient ancestral hall and mausoleum was a long corridor. Along the way, there were gold, silver, all kinds of gems, rune equipment, weapons, and ornaments. Stone pillars and lampstands were covered with dust and cobwebs. Laing sighed. "It is said that only the Supreme King's treasury in the Eternity Peak is comparable to the Eight Peaks Mountain's treasury. Now I finally understand why so many people covet the wealth of Eight Peaks Mountain. In comparison, the royal treasury in Culona and the royal treasury in Brunswick, the capital of the Empire, are pitiful."
"No, you're mistaken about one thing, Brother Ryan." Bellegar proudly put his hands on his waist and puffed out his stomach and chest. "Even Sol's treasury doesn't have as much wealth as Eight Peaks Mountain's treasury. In the past four thousand years, the gold reserves and various weapons of Eternity Peak have been gradually declining. It wasn't until the great Holy War that Sol's treasury began to reverse the negative financial situation. The wealth in his treasury can't compare to the wealth in Eight Peaks Mountain's treasury."
"According to the information given to me by the ancestors of Loen, Eight Peaks Mountain's treasury has a total of more than 2.2 million dwarven gold coins and more than 9,000 gems and diamonds of various sizes."
"In the armory, there are more than 12,000 sets of dwarven vibranium plate armor and more than 10,000 helmets. There are also more than 5,000 runic battle-axes, more than 6,000 runic warhammers, more than 4,000 runic shields, and more than 3,000 runic crossbows. In addition, there are dozens of tons of Meteoric Iron, several tons of Mithril, and more than ten tons of vibranium."
"In the ancestral mausoleum, there are also countless rare ores and treasures. There are many ancient rune technology that has been lost. There are all kinds of divine artifacts that we seized in the war, including many pointy-eared divine artifacts from the War of Vengeance. They are all here." Belega laughed and said to Laing, "Brother Laing, according to our agreement, one-third of this belongs to you."
"Hahaha ~" Laing looked at the wealth in the treasury. The Knight King only felt a wave of gratification and satisfaction. Only by standing at the peak could one enjoy the infinite beautiful scenery. Only by experiencing true hardships and hardships could one enjoy such a rich harvest. The king could feel pairs of greedy eyes staring at him. They were from his subordinates and the knights. Seeing so much wealth, even the knights couldn't remain calm.
Before he finished speaking, everyone had already arrived in the ancestral mausoleum. Belega took out a small knife and wiped it on his palm. Then, he smeared his blood on a rune. The outer layer of the three tallest stone statues fell off. Following that, a golden light that was enough to blind the eyes of Master Bator appeared. Three pure gold statues of the three main gods of the dwarves! Each of them was more than 30 meters tall!
"Now, guests, my dwarven brothers, pay your respects to the ancestors. Then, we can begin."
The dwarves all knelt on one knee, while the knights bowed under the lead of Laing. Only Olica frowned. The dark elves really didn't want to show respect to the dwarves, but for the sake of Laing, they reluctantly bowed to show their respect.
Next, it was time to divide the spoils.
Since humans couldn't use dwarven axes and hammers, they got more in terms of armour and gold. Belega agreed to give Laing 5000 sets of dwarven plate armour and a million gold coins. He also gave him 20 chests of various rare treasures, as well as many scrolls and books of inestimable value. Many of the treasures they got from the Battle of Longbeard were also given to Laing. That was what the white dwarves wanted. Instead of returning those things to Sharp-eared, they would rather give them to Laing!
A million dwarven gold coins were worth more than two million crowns, and the value of the rune vibranium armour was even more immeasurable. While the dwarven armour was only half-body plate armour to humans, it was still priceless in the Old World. The cost of making a set of such armour in the dwarven smiths' workshops was at least five thousand crowns, and most dwarven rune smiths would charge an additional fifteen to twenty percent for the work. Leon did a quick calculation and gasped in amazement.
This was a good deal!
Apart from the million gold coins and the five thousand sets of armour, there were also all sorts of treasures that filled 20 chests. Filled with boundless enthusiasm and excitement, everyone began to count the treasures.
"Madam Olica!" Belega's shout caught the attention of the dark elf in the ancestral tomb. Olica was curious as to why Belega, who she didn't know much about, would call for her, but she still went to the king of Eight Peaks.
Belega took out two daggers shining with purple light from one of the ancestral tombs. "These are called Omens of Sorrow, looted from the Battle of Longbeard. I'm sure you're familiar with them. The soul of a primordial beast is sealed within these daggers. Every strike contains boundless malice. Now, they belong to you."
Olica took the daggers. Her usually calm face was filled with disbelief and ecstasy. The daggers contained a shard of the Pale Queen's divinity!
With this shard, the daggers could deal ten times the damage in an instant in Olica's hands. This was enough to injure a true god! Or even kill a weaker chaos fiend in an instant!
The dark elf immediately put away the daggers.
"Ms. Veronica ~" After a few minutes, Bellegar laughed again and signaled for Veronica to come over. When Garland heard the call of the King of Eight Peak Mountain, she quickly trotted over in her black high heels. Bellegar took out a long thin mithril armor with dozens of ancient elven runes shining on it.
The Eight Peak Mountain King smiled and said, "Yserama Silver is a full-body armor. This Divine Artifact is called Hawslin's Flash. During the Battle of the Long Whiskers, this Fire Elven Archmage was beheaded by our brave Dwarven Warriors. Thus, we gave this Divine Artifact such a name. This Divine Artifact is made of Yserama Silver. It is extremely soft, but also indestructible. Furthermore, it has excellent conductivity with your magic. It can at least increase the speed and power of your magic by 30%."
"Thank you, Your Majesty Belega!" Veronica excitedly took the Yserama Silver Full Body Armour from Belega. She released a little bit of her magic to try to activate the artifact. The artifact immediately burst into a dazzling light under Belega's magic. Veronica loved this artifact so much that she couldn't put it down. She was so excited that she jumped twice in place. Finally, Belega rushed to Laing who was looking for the Horn of Yserama Silver. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him passionately.
Laing and Veronica kissed for a few seconds before letting go. He smiled and said, "Now you know that it was a good idea to follow me, right?"
"Yes!" Veronica was still unable to contain her excitement. She hugged the Yserama Silver Full Body Armour and walked around excitedly. She was sure that even Chancellor Margarita didn't have an artifact of this level!
If I wear this armor under my leather clothes, who can hurt me in the future?
"Brother Laing!" Finally, Belega motioned for Laing to come over. Knight King immediately walked over.
The king of Eight Peaks Mountain arrived in front of the golden statues of the three ancestors. He reached out his hand and took a talisman from the altar.
The talisman emitted a dazzling light like the stars in the sky. It brought warmth and strength to people.
"Heart of the Mountain." Belega took off the talisman and looked at the light on it. He then handed it to Laing. "This is the heirloom of the Angerande clan, Brother Laing. Today, I will give this to you. It is also one of the most powerful artifacts of our clan."
"This is the proof of our friendship and the beginning of our great alliance. Take it, Brother Laing. If you need our help at any time, take it and come to us. The Angerande clan will not hesitate to come to you."
"This is the promise of the dwarves. It will always be valid!"
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