Chapter 368 The Battle for King Selection in the Dwarf Kingdom

Gretel quickly turned his head and looked at Archmage Serrano. The Archmage sat at the top of the long table, close to the throne, and was observing the dwarf king attentively. After a while, he lowered his head and tapped the wine glass gently.

"We may have to stay a little longer."

The Archmage's voice was thin and gentle. Grete lowered his head depressedly:

It’s over, we can’t go back right away.

If he stays for a while longer, he will be deficient in vitamins...

Grete silently took out a small bottle and poured a multivitamin into his bowl - or rather, the failed product when making vitamin C, comprehensive fruit and vegetable powder. Pour half a bowl, scoop out some soup, stir it, and drink it in one go. Fortunately he was prepared! Fortunately, whatever he makes, he always saves some of it!

If he only stored sodium ascorbate and no fruit and vegetable powder, he would definitely be deficient in vitamin A, vitamin B, and vitamin D...

"By the way, how long will we stay? Doesn't the dwarf kingdom pass from king to prince?"

"Shh!"

Wizard Harry raised a finger to his lips. Gretel quickly shut up and listened to Master Harry's message:

"The dwarf kingdom is not like this..."

Unlike humans, the inheritance system of the dwarf kingdom is not a natural succession of father to son. In fact, every time the throne changes, the seven tribes in the kingdom will send out candidates. In full view of the public, complete a series of projects and determine the winner according to tribal traditions.

"Wait, which seven tribes?"

Grete interrupted quietly. Master Harry cast a reproachful look:

"How did you memorize the information when you came here?"

Gretel winced. Can he say that he read it in a hurry and focused mainly on the dwarf's physical condition and past medical records?

"Seven major tribes, three large and four small. The largest one is the Firehammer tribe living in the royal court, which is the tribe of the contemporary dwarf king." Wizard Harry lowered his voice and nodded his chin in the direction of the throne:

"Look, the first candidate has stepped forward."

Standing on the edge of the long table closest to the throne, a dwarf with a reddish-brown beard stood up and climbed the steps in two or three steps. He turned his back to the king, stood on the two steps below the throne, and raised his hands to the crowd. Cheers instantly broke out:

"Rosegar! Rosegar! Hammer of Glory!"

"Oh, this is the third son of the contemporary king. He is 163 years old this year." Wizard Harry whispered to Gretel:

"I once led my tribe to open up the Heifdan Mine, found the best mithril vein in recent years, and killed the Balrog deep in the mine. You see, there is a smooth patch on his cheek. He has no beard. He is just burned by the flames. Traces of demonic burns.”

163 years old. Hearing this age made Grete grin: He had traveled through time, and the age of this body was less than half of this age. Even in terms of human age, this Hammer of Glory is equivalent to a human being in his early 40s - in his prime.

As the leader of the kingdom, is he just the right age, or is he still a little younger?

A second candidate also came forward. When he climbed the steps, the cheers in the hall were even louder than the dwarf prince:

"Ingvar! Ingvar! Ax of the Army!"

"Oh, this is the son of the elder of the Steel Hammer Tribe, the deputy leader of the 'Rock Sheep Knights' in the Dwarf King's City." Master Harry obviously did a good job in his homework and continued to chatter:

"When he was 42 years old, he killed the flying dragon alone. At the age of 45, he climbed to the top of Hela Peak and sacrificed the battle ax he forged to the gods. It is said that he received the blessing of the dwarf god..."

At this point, the third candidate also stood up. The cheers received by this one were much smaller, and Wizard Harry shrugged:

"Max of the Silverbeard Tribe. This tribe is the one most closely associated with mysterious powers and has the highest proportion of spellcasters among the dwarves. The disadvantage is that there are few people. There are only three tribes living in the royal court."

A ruling clan, a fighting clan, and a caster clan. Grete calculated in his mind:

This is a good match. The triangular power structure is the most stable. As for the king selection this time, it will probably be decided between the first two, and the caster tribe will probably accompany them...

After that, four candidates stood up one after another. The cheers in the hall became smaller and smaller. It was obvious that the four dwarves were from other tribes and were not well-known in the local area.

There is only one exception to this. When Kai from the Black Rock Tribe stood on the steps, the cheers that rang out in the hall almost surpassed those of the dwarf king's son.

"Black Rock Tribe? They are adventurers among the dwarves. They travel in the mountains, hills and wastelands all year round, looking for various mineral veins." Wizard Harry's eyes flashed:

"I have heard of Kai's name before. He is the most famous prospector in recent years. It is said that his most famous nickname is 'God's Tongue'..."

"puff!"

Gretel laughed.

"What strange place have you thought of?" Master Harry looked at him with surprised eyes:

"People have this nickname because they claim that as long as they taste the soil, they can tell what kind of mine it is and what its grade is. This is a magical prospecting skill that no one else can learn!"

...and don’t have to worry about getting a stomach full of parasites.

Gretel complained silently.

The seven candidates greeted the crowd one by one, and then the bards played majestic music again. This time, all the dwarves in the hall, and even many barbarians, clapped their hands and joined in the chorus.

Wizard Harry clapped his hands and translated for Gretel in a low voice. It's a good thing that this is the case, otherwise Gretel would not be able to identify a sentence or a half of the lyrics in the chorus no matter how many times he brushes [Language Proficiency] back and forth:

"The golden sunshine illuminates the mountains,

The great dwarf king sets out on his journey.

He took with him six close companions,

That is the wise king of the six tribes in later generations.

Brave Beor carries his battle ax,

The sharp ax blade scares ghosts and gods.

Wise Porreka took hold of the staff,

The light on the head of the staff breaks through the dense forest.

Willaf took out the iron bones of the Black Gate, the treasures of the earth, the precious ores;

Hetan smelted it in the furnace, and the magma swallowed up the stone and spit out pure gold;

The mighty Fetela raised up his strength and forged it with thousands of blows;

The Goths in the wilderness hunted magical beasts and tempered Han Feng with their blood and beast souls.

They tamed blue sheep and climbed high mountains on their backs.

On the highest mountain top, on the snowy peak, offer your unparalleled battle ax to the gods.

God the Most High Father sends down joy,

He said: ‘Whoever holds this ax will be invincible’;

The dwarf king holds a battle ax to fight against the dragon.

The first ax fell and split the dragon's head;

The second ax fell and shattered the remaining scales.

The third ax fell and cleared away the poisonous mist,

The caves of the dwarves will always be at peace..."

The singing gradually stopped. The dwarf king stood up again, leaning on the heavy golden scepter:

"According to the tradition of the kingdom, each candidate will bring his own team, up to seven people. The caster must not be at level five or higher, and set off in three days. Within a month, they will walk the path of the sages and personally Mine, smelt, cast, forge weapons, tame mounts, and ride goats to the top.

——Before the arrival of the next full moon night, they need to sacrifice their newly crafted weapons to God the Father at the top of the mountain. Finally, if there is more than one candidate who has accomplished all this, the candidates will hold the sacrificed weapons and fight against each other in front of the royal court, the elders and everyone.

The winner will become the new king of all dwarves! "

Cheers broke out. The dwarves raised their hands in the air, howled and jumped up and down without emotion.

Grete: "...So we have to stay here for another month?"

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But I'm exhausted. Why have I gone crazy to write dwarf poetry?

It even rhymes!

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