Chapter 821 The Eve of Victory or Defeat

"Your Majesty, Anaheim Governor Oliveira has arrived at the gate of Eternal Peak. Do we want to open it?"

The guard captain's words brought Thorgreen, who was in a daze due to lack of sleep, back to his senses.

The High King raised his hand to straighten the Karak dragon crown above his head, looked at the slightly angry guard captain in front of him, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

Time was still too tight. The original plan was to take advantage of Imric's visit to the empire to seize the opportunity to reorganize the various guilds in the Eternal Peak and make them understand that the action against the Badlands was an imminent matter.

But even the High King would have a hard time convincing those stubborn longbeards. If Torek hadn't used the name of the ancestral gods to raise the sanctity of Thorgrin's rule to another level, he might not even have a chance to convince them.

After making initial progress, they didn't expect that the factions within Caledor couldn't wait any longer.

Oliveira, the High King knew the name of this fearless one. Caledor was a very powerful new nobleman who worked in Anaheim and assisted the management of the Champion Warriors as the second in command.

Rumor has it that these pointed ears are inextricably linked to the top brass of the Kislev Patriotic Army. The First Guards and the Griffin Legion, which are difficult for dwarves to hire, can be hired by Oliveira with just one sentence. Rush to Sartusa immediately from the cold and frozen land.

Both emotionally and rationally, this is a distinguished guest...

"Open the door and let him in."

"But he, he is..."

The High King closed the book of great hatred. The blood stains from last night were not dry yet, and perhaps a little more will be added today. He muttered in a faint tone,

"But at least he's not a dragon prince."

The captain of the guard lowered his head and said that he understood. At least Oliveira was not a dragon prince. This should be enough.

Oliveira, who was escorted by the dwarf guards, walked proudly into the door that was a hundred meters high. No matter where he was, he could not let Caledo lose his face.

If the standard of nobility is arrogance, then on any occasion, even Eternal Peak, which has endless long-cherished wishes, must still maintain this fine tradition.

Being pointed at by countless dwarves and talking about why a Caledor with pointed ears came to the Eternal Peak, the noisy sound was enough to cover up the rumbling sound of the door closing.

Walking from the gate to the inside, Oliveira had no interest in visiting the mountain fortress, let alone communicating with the surrounding dwarf guards. He had only one purpose, to find the Supreme King and make his request.

The spacious stone hall inside did not arouse the elf's surprise, but with keen vision, he still observed the carvings on some remote stone pillars.

It was a product left over from a long time ago when the two races were still in the honeymoon period. The elegant lines of the elves and the rigor of the dwarves jointly created a flawless architectural art.

But even such perfect architectural art is hidden in a remote corner, just because everything that happened makes people feel chilling.

Walking up from the stone hall, there is the magnificent hall where the High King sits, the highest peak of power in the Mountain Kingdom, a place blessed by the dwarf father God Granni himself.

The two eternal guards standing in front of the door carefully looked at the arrogant elf with scrutinizing eyes, their voices were cold and emotionless,

"Put away weapons, armor, magic, talismans, everything."

The weapon in Oliveira's hand is the sword guard given by the prince as compensation. He regards it as the most important item in his life, and even when he sleeps, he must keep it by his bedside to show his honor.

It was absolutely impossible for him to accept weapons that symbolized glory being handed over to the hands of dwarves, even if this was just a routine security measure...

The elf sneered, "It is tantamount to an insult to ask a warrior to hand over his weapon. Dwarf, you should understand the only way to wash away the insult."

The eyes of the Eternal Guard narrowed slightly under his helmet. He had tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and received this pointy-eared man in the most polite manner, but he did not expect to know what was good and what was bad.

The rune ax placed behind the shield appeared silently from the shadows. The sharp ax blade glowed with cold light, which seemed to indicate that its owner was eager to harvest the blood of the pointed ears.

The vague threat only made Oliveira's sneer more ferocious, and everyone was simmering with anger. If Caledo Azul and Dwarf Duozi had met in the past, they would have been comparing whose weapon could cut into the opponent first. Tian Ling Gai Li.

If he didn't have a military mission, he would never have set foot on the Eternal Peak.

The young dwarf who pushed open the door temporarily interrupted the tense mood between the two parties.

The young man, whose beard had not yet reached his chest, walked up to the Eternal Guard and waved his palm in the dark to convey the order to withdraw the weapon.

The mustache first looked at the pointed ears that were still sneering, then randomly looked at the big sword behind him and asked a question,

"Your weapons seem to be very important to you."

"It is a symbol of my honor. If honor can be handed over to others at will, how can it be worthy of the name of the fearless?"

Mustache nodded without leaving any trace, and ordered the Eternal Guard to open the door of the office, allowing Oliveira to meet the High King with weapons.

But before that, all threatening items, except for the big sword, must be temporarily handed over to Eternal Peak for safekeeping.

It was a choice that both parties had room for, and neither of them lost face. Oliveira met the High King with a weapon that symbolized honor.

The High King also received information that the sword in Oliveira's hand was the one used by Imric in the past.

Perhaps this visit was just the idea of ​​Caledor's internal factions, but the fact that the Dragon Prince rewarded this visitor with the sword he once used is enough to show his important position in Imric's heart.

The Supreme King was sitting on a specially prepared chair. The legs of the chair were much longer than those usually used. The height of the desk also happened to cover his abdomen, allowing him to keep his line of sight overlooking the visitors.

Oliveira's chair is a very normal wooden chair. Apart from the materials used to get acquainted with it, perhaps the only thing that can be said is that when talking to the Supreme King opposite, you must keep your head slightly raised in order to speak to him. Eyes up.

This inexplicable rule felt ridiculous, and Oliveira thought that the prince was usually unwilling to stay on the throne and look down on the loyal court officials.

Only people who lack self-confidence will try to show their majesty in unwarranted ways.

The two looked at each other for a long time, neither of them spoke, as if they had already decided on the master-slave relationship through eye contact.

In the Bad Land, is it Caledor or the Dwarves who dominate the situation?

But after all, Oliveira is confident. Unlike the Supreme King, he is still thinking about how to maximize the use of the bad land and stabilize the stability of the Mountain Kingdom.

One side is the fearless one who maintains an indifferent attitude, and the other side is the supreme king who is worried.

The winner of this match has been decided from the very beginning.