Chapter 1028 Successor

Amid a scream, Drachnir used teleportation magic like a brick to send Agrim to the location of the ancestral army. Judging from the results, the prince's magical attainments are very good, and he can accurately teleport over long distances. .

From a two-dimensional perspective, Agrim did reach the predetermined position, but from a three-dimensional perspective, there was still a slight error.

The Butcher King looked at the clouds beside him and felt confused. Is there anyone who uses teleportation mages like this? The Skaven's Gray Seers are more stable than your magic!

The flaming meteors formed in the sky attracted the attention of the Ancestor Army. Under the explanation of Master Charis, they knew that Agrim would soon return in full, but what would happen if it was delayed? Even the white dwarfs felt a little bit anxious.

A man with a mustache pointed at the flaming meteor in the sky and said with some confusion, "That seems to be Agrim."

Changxu couldn't stop complaining, "A butcher king fell from the sky? Granny's hammer. Mustache is really hopeless now. After this battle, he should go to the mining area to train for twenty years."

"That's right, looking at this meteor reminds me of the oath I made with Wanika under the snow-capped mountains." Another long-bearded man couldn't help but nodded, looking up at the meteor with a strange sparkle in his eyes.

"How many brothers do you have?"

"Three."

"I'm so envious." Nagasu looked envious. Unlike his old friend, his wife had made a promise to seven brothers, but this was also something worth celebrating.

In dwarf society, where the ratio of men to women is ten to one, some mustaches without gold or status can only comfort themselves with their hands.

As for imitating human beings and doing dirty things to satisfy their desires? This would bring disgrace to the entire clan, and all would go to Kaderin for a butcher's shaving ceremony.

The long beard laments the impermanence of life, and needs to prepare gold to prepare a betrothal gift for his son. The minimum requirement for marrying a bride in dwarven society is that the clan must at least give the same weight of gold as her body, and some prestigious clan daughters require it, such as the daughter of the High King. of……

Forget it, it's useless to think about it. This is a woman you can't get even if you have money.

"Wait, that seems to be Agrim!" The engineer holding the telescope carefully stared at the meteors falling in the sky. Wrapped in the flames, he could vaguely see the roaring figure of a dwarf.

When the people on the periphery just reacted, Master Charis, who was responsible for the teleportation, already knew that there was an error in the three-dimensional position of the fixed point, which changed from the ground to the sky.

Falling from a height of thousands of meters, I just hope that the Butcher King will not turn into a short pancake...

With a violent crash, everyone knew that Agrim was on the scene, but he might be leaving again soon.

When the fastest Charis cavalry arrived at the pit, they found a dwarf whining and screaming.

They couldn't understand the dwarf language, and there was a message between their eyes as they looked at each other.

The Butcher King's body seems to be fine. His brain must have been damaged, but the problem shouldn't be serious. As a top thug, it's enough to be able to identify ourselves and the enemy when thrown into the battlefield.

The leading cavalryman said in extremely unskilled imperial language, "Agrim?"

"Don't say my name in Imperial language. It's obviously a transliteration. Combined with the Empire's rap accent and your strange pointy-eared accent, it makes me feel sick." He scolded these pointy-eared people in Elvish for being ignorant. The cheering was just to celebrate that everything was okay and the thrill of falling from a high altitude. Why were they regarded as fools?

There was a burst of ridicule, which made Charis Assur, who was already strong-willed, want to smash his ax into Agrim's head.

"Since you can speak Elvish, things will be easier to solve."

A chariot was driven by a chariot, and Agrim was asked to jump on it. Now the ancestral army was as anxious as if it were on fire, and the elves needed to throw away the hot potato.

Agrim's return was greeted with great fanfare, and he once again proved himself to be a failed butcher, once again refusing Gazul's call to live to serve the Mountain Kingdom.

"Agrim, Agrim!"

"The Lord of the Dragon Beard Clan!"

As for the most noble person to greet him, it was none other than the white dwarf. The ancestor standing in front of the coach's tent still looked that old and powerful, but there was a touch of pride in his expression.

After the fight with Tyrion, the white dwarf only knew the difficulty of the Holy Sword of Cain. If Malekith had not heard Malekith mention the bravery and characteristics of his father Aenarion when he fought in the past, he could gain some weak points. With an intelligence advantage, he would at least be slightly injured before leaving the battlefield.

"It is good to see you back safe and sound, Grimnir's chosen son of the Dragonbeard clan."

One sentence set off a thousand waves, and the gold content in it was too great. The Dragon Beard Clan already guards the Grimnir Shrine, the largest in the Mountain Kingdom. People who believe in the God of War include not only butchers, but also people from the lowest level. From the bearded dwarf warriors to the hammer warriors guarding the throne room, they are all staunch followers of Grimnir.

Originally Agrim could only promote Grimnir's will on behalf of the Butcher, but with the blessing of High King Snorri, he became the God of War's choice.

Who is more qualified to represent the will of Grimnir than High King Snorri, who has seen the ancestral gods with his own eyes? As the youngest son of Valaya, he is a biological brother to many gods.

Grimnir's Choice? Agrim felt that his ancestor's keen eyes seemed to have discovered something strange about his body, and he couldn't help but ponder why the white dwarf did this.

Grimnir is not only the god of war, but also the god of revenge and killer. It is said that every hatred written by Valaya was settled by him when he was in Plateau Castle.

Becoming his divine choice will mean erasing all entries in the Great Book of Hatred and settling the matter with blood and fire.

Agrim was naturally very happy to think this way, but he vaguely forgot one key point. The White Dwarves have survived for thousands of years and the Sons of the Mountain have become accustomed to it, but they have forgotten what the meaning of his existence is. .

When the Oathbreaker pays the price with his life, the White Dwarf will disappear and return to the decaying body named Snorri Whitebeard.

A flag, a flag that can inspire the dwarves to have the courage to liquidate. This is the mission given to Agrim by Grim Bryndel.

The Butcher King came to the white dwarf and knelt down on one knee under the gaze of his ancestors. The battle ax engraved with powerful inscriptions was lifted up by the white dwarf, which symbolically shook Agrim's body a few times.

Many people have speculated about the origin of the White Dwarf's battle ax. The most reliable point is that this battle ax was a weapon once wielded by Grimnir. Together with the artifact inherited by the High King, he killed the king of the mountain kingdom. enemy.

Under Agrim's puzzled gaze, the white dwarf smiled kindly, as if he had found a mustache qualified to inherit the Ax of Grimnir. (End of chapter)