Chapter 972 The Call of the White Dwarf

The gathering of dwarves at Eternal Peak left the beer empty for a time, and the sons of the mountains from all over the world responded to the call of their ancestors.

From Dulong City in the far north to the newly recovered Bafeng Mountain, there are hundreds of flags standing in the hall, and it feels like returning to the golden age, the great scene of the dwarves uniting as one.

And none of this escaped Bloxson's eyes. In fact, this geek who was hired by the Dragon Palace as an engineering consultant immediately brought the elite of the Malorian Chamber of Commerce with him after hearing the call of the white dwarf. The guardian rushed to the Eternal Peak, just to gain the appreciation of the ancestors in this most heroic revenge and reckoning.

Broxson, wrapped in a steam exoskeleton armor, is extremely weird even compared to the dwarf engineering that also emerged from the Riptide Pass.

Generally speaking, dwarf engineers will carry a steam-powered backpack, which is connected to a mechanical arm or gear hammer to release greater power. It will always make harsh noises and scorching white breath when moving.

But Bloxon's steam-powered backpack looked like an iron box, a sealed box wrapped in countless runes.

The weirdo no longer took revenge, but instead carried a crank-type minigun with the drum connected to the iron box behind him. His left hand wrapped in a mechanical arm was much larger than his head and looked very bloated.

Most of the dwarves following the president are dressed similarly. Compared to the dwarven realistic style, the wanderers who have lived in the new world for a long time have undoubtedly absorbed a lot of the styles of elves and lizardmen. Ysrama mithril and gold fill in the Elbows and knees that are difficult to protect from hard steel.

The caliber of the hand cannons on his back was more terrifying than the last, and he wished he could fire the troll's head as a bullet.

Bloxson, who has been traveling for a long time, has a very cheerful personality. Dealing with many forces has given him a temperament that the dwarves of the World's Edge Mountains lack. Although many people will mutter behind his back that the son of the president of engineering is becoming more diplomatic, it is difficult to ignore Bloxson. Huge resources at hand.

After skillfully greeting the representatives of each clan, Bloxon quickly arrived at the quietest area.

I say quiet because any long-bearded dwarf whose bounden duty is to complain cannot show an unsteady look with a mustache in front of the white dwarf. They all stand tall and straight, waiting for the inspection of their ancestors.

Some characters who are only heard of in the Mountain Kingdom but rarely appear are gathered around the white dwarf, Iron Peak Castle Rune Master Torek, Rune Master Krag the Ruthless, Dragon Slayer Noglin... ...and the Butcher King Agrim, who has not appeared for a long time.

Agrim glanced at Bloxson who had just entered. The two of them didn't have much communication. Although they might have some common topics because of their experience of living in the new world, from the bottom of his heart he didn't want to get involved too much.

If the White Dwarf hadn't vaguely stated in his message to the Dragonbeard clan that after killing Malekith, he would launch a liquidation against the forces involved in Nagash's killing of Sigmar, he would never have relaxed his campaign against the Lahmian vampires. .

The two of them nodded softly as a greeting. Bloxson didn't have much thought about Agrim. Butcher's Fort's tactical ideas were very different from those of engineers. If he was wronged one day, he might not mind becoming an engineer for once. Butcher, the important thing now is to meet the ancestors.

The voice of the white dwarf is not as old as imagined. With Valaya's blessing, this wronged soul who has been wandering in the mortal world for thousands of years is far more energetic than most creatures.

According to the law that the beards of dwarves grow whiter and longer, when the white dwarves prepare for a real battle, few can resist the power of the ancient battle axe.

The thunderous voice made the white dwarf's old appearance full of majesty.

"Blockson, you must have brought some good news."

Under the gaze of his ancestors, Bloxson placed the crank-type machine gun in the corner and nodded solemnly.

"According to the intelligence I gathered in the New World and the Isle of Ulthuan, Malekith the Forsworn was driven away by Imric when he laid his claim to the throne of the Phoenix King.

Some small towns in Druchi have been cleared out, and the number of dragon boats departing from the Norsca Mountains is several times more than usual. Judging from the time, he should still be accumulating strength in Naggaroth and prepare to launch an attack on Ulthuan. "

The white dwarf's face gradually became calm. Whenever he mentioned Malekith, he could always think of his entrustment before his death, which was the most sacred dying oath.

The outbreak of the Long Beard War brought a soul who passed away peacefully back to the mortal world to avenge his former best friend in the name of his oath.

The change in the ancestor's temperament has also changed the atmosphere of the scene. Agrim, who has the most fiery temper, has already grasped the Ax of Dagor next to him. This weapon forged with dragon's blood and iron oath of revenge is tempered and longs for reckoning.

Fortunately, although the white dwarf's temper was not inferior to Agrim's, his ancestors always had endless wisdom. He took a deep breath, calmed down the anger in his heart due to revenge, and asked Bloxen.

"Where's the dragon boy in Caledor? After getting the dragon horn, did he actually sit back and watch Malekith stay safely in Naggaroth?"

Bloxon shook his head and expressed that he was unclear. Although the engineering consultant had a good reputation, he was not actually a senior management member of Caledo.

Moreover, this matter is an internal conflict among the elves, so it is difficult for him to have a formal reason to request intelligence sharing.

"As far as I know, Imric refused to be crowned Phoenix King and swore to consider the matter after destroying Druzi. Now the person who makes the decision in Lothern is his son Draknir. As for where he stays, it is unknown. The probability is that he is preparing for a ritual to awaken the dragon."

The serious expression of the white dwarf softened a little. Although most of the elves of the Caledor family are stupid, paranoid, and arrogant fools, their abilities are still impeccable.

He didn't think that Imric, who had a deep hatred for Malekith, would stay in the dragon's court and be a coward.

Agrim, who was more familiar with Caledor's army, raised a question. He didn't pay attention to where Imric was. In fact, if he wanted to observe Caledor's movements, he only needed to figure out where a few people were.

"Where is Masnow? He is the sharpest blade in Imric's hand. Based on my understanding of Caledor's army, they will definitely have a backup plan to defeat Mare without the dragon being awakened. Keith.

As long as we understand Masno's movements, we can control Caledor's next move. "

But this problem stumped Bloxon. He didn't have much contact with Masnow. The two maintained a relatively harmonious state. The Malorian Chamber of Commerce provided some weapons to Anaheim, and the Champion Warriors Then using the huge resources at hand to provide development support can only be regarded as business exchanges.

"I don't know, but I guess I should be staying on the main island of Ulthuan." (End of Chapter)