Chapter 1138 The Dwarfs Make Their Own Decision

"Your father is not a tolerant man..." Belegar muttered. This is obviously a fire pit.

The number of troops attacking the Black Tower of Arkhan is huge, but it is far from enough compared to the endless skeletons in the sea of ​​sand.

Settra, tempted by the golden body, is confident that he can attack Ulthuan and seize the Holy Flame of Asuryan in one fell swoop.

How long this can last depends on how much patience Imrik has for this farce.

No matter how strong the sea pyramid is, it will only become a mobile mausoleum when facing hundreds of dragons.

Settra, who has been frustrated, is likely to summon an army in the name of the Immortal Emperor to first deal with the army entering Nehekhara, and then march towards Ulthuan.

Belegar's brows relaxed and questioned, "But speaking of it, Caledor should have more than this army. The Royal Navy led by Asarnil is also good at fighting land battles."

"Asarnil will be responsible for intercepting the Khemri army that may come back for support, or do you not believe in the strength of Caledor's army? You think you must exceed the number of the opponent to win."

"No, forget it, just ignore what I said." According to the tradition of the dwarves, the mustache has no right to speak. Draknir is too young. In the early 100s, he is like a child of more than ten years old in the elf society.

Draknir shook his head helplessly, "I know what you are questioning. The son of Caledor will not prove his ability with words.

You just attack the Black Tower of Arkhan, and I will stop the Khemri army."

Vlad nodded. This guarantee is enough. Draknir's words mean that the entire Phoenix King Court will serve as a guarantee.

Based on the strange and unpredictable means of the Dragon Court, stopping the Khemri army is just not wanting to get involved too much in the affairs of the dead.

"Lord of Eight Peaks, I, Earl Sylvania, thank you for your help. During the attack on the Black Tower of Arkhan, the dwarves only need to break the outer walls. The rest...

It is a historical issue between us and Nagash. After the matter is over, von Carstein will definitely reward you handsomely."

"As long as I don't see the zombies transformed from the dwarf's corpse, it will be the best thank you." Belegar maintained his usual complaining attitude. He was still dissatisfied with the cooperation with vampires.

If it was the Tomb King, he would actually feel better.

The Tomb King is still a human being after all, just a dead human being.

But vampires are a group of dead monsters and have nothing to do with humans.

Seeing that the two sides were a little bit at odds, but reluctantly put aside their prejudices and cooperated, Draknir waved to the King of Eight Peaks.

"In that case, let's prepare for our own affairs, Belegar, follow me."

The small council ended, and Draknir and Belegar came to a small hill and looked at the endless yellow sand in the distance.

Belegar spoke first: "I never thought that one day I would fight side by side with vampires at the invitation of the elves, and the target of the attack was actually a group of dead people."

"Things are unpredictable... Just like many people don't think you can regain the Eight Peaks in your lifetime, but now you are also known as the Lord of the Edge Mountains of the Southern World."

"That is the title of Kazador, um, although I think this title will return to me soon with the revival of the Eight Peaks." Belegar was quite proud. Decades of cultivation have greatly supplemented the Angrand clan. Relying on its important position as an outpost in the badlands, the various mountain forts spared no effort to send troops to the Eight Peaks, just to eliminate the hatred with the greenskins.

A lot of interesting things happened during this period, including the dragon-shaped armor that always stood in front of the ancestral treasury. Some people believed that it was the elves kneeling on one knee to pray for forgiveness.

But Angrand knew very well that it was a champion warrior who died to show his will. He knelt on one knee to get redemption in his heart, to make up for the mistakes made by his master, and to wait for the return of the dragon horn at the end of his life.

Dwarves are not romantic, but they admire oaths very much. This kind of will of infinite loyalty after death allowed the Angrand clan to cross out the hatred of Tycasios, and the armor where the soul last temporarily resided was accompanied by flowers.

"The armor of the legendary warrior... is it still intact?" Draknir also suddenly mentioned the honorable man. He has passed away, but his spirit will live forever in Caledor.

"His armor has been listed as an important item that the Angrand clan needs to protect with their lives."

"Very good, very good..." Draknir took a deep breath and smelled the smell of gunpowder that would never fade in the sand.

"Belegar, my father wants you to go to a place."

Belegar was a little confused. He didn't know how much attention Imrik paid to him. The two had rarely contacted each other in recent years except for some routine exchanges.

"Where?"

"The first stop for the dwarves to land in the Old World, the mountain fort built by Granni himself, Karak Plateau."

What? !

Plateau has always been popular in the dwarven society. Countless adventurers have tried to find this sacred place, but they all returned empty-handed.

It is said that Plateau laid the foundation for the entire dwarven society. Granni built castles and forged iron ingots here, Valaya brewed beer and created runes, and Grimnir hunted monsters and settled hatred.

The significance of finding Plateau is no less than that of Iron Eyebrow going to Lustria to find the origin of the dwarves.

But Belegar did not feel any joy, but frowned.

"I don't deny the importance of Plateau to the dwarves. Since you dare to say it, you must have found it.

But the Angrand clan does not have the energy to operate an ancient mountain fort. Just opening up the tunnel network of the Eight Peaks Mountain has already consumed a lot of energy.

This matter... you'd better bring it up to Thor Green. Now only Eternal Peak has enough people to fill a spare mountain fortress. "

Draknir was noncommittal. In fact, the location of Plateau Castle had been found long ago. However, in the past few years, the two races had focused their energy on the bad land and felt that there was no need to inform the dwarves of important information to avoid distracting their energy.

Telling Belegar was just a reward for his willingness to send troops to support this time. As for whether the Lord of Eight Peaks would hide the news and form the Plateau Castle Expeditionary Force on his own, or report it to Thor Green, this was a matter for the dwarves.

"Calledor could provide a safe path from the Southland forests to Highfort.

I have told you, but it is up to you to decide. The ownership of Plateau Castle is not that of the elves. "

"Well, I will think about it carefully." Belegar also understood that this was a reward for support. I didn't expect that in addition to a lot of supplies, Imrik would be willing to provide such important information.

But speaking of it, the logic of taking the dwarf's things and giving them back to the dwarf seems a bit strange.

Belegar, who was in a good mood, joked: "Your father is really a shrewd man, always using some confusing reasons to make people sacrifice their lives, but the final result shows that he is always right.

This is incredible for elves. "

Draconir chuckled, "Slandering your father in front of your children is an insult anywhere, but the magnanimous Phoenix King will not blame you for your offense."

"Hahaha." The two laughed together, thinking that this was indeed interesting. (End of chapter)