Chapter 986 Going to Lothern

"Are you the white dwarf?"

Seeing a living legendary demigod, Arao felt a little strange and looked at Grim Brindel more.

Although he had a lot of contact with dwarves in the Badlands, Varaya's youngest son meant far more than a bunch of mud-legged dwarfs.

Grimblindel did not respond. He had never liked elves and thought these pointy-eared guys were treacherous.

If Malekith had not landed in Ulthuan, the location where the Ancestral Army arrived would have been Naggaroth, not a remote mountain elven kingdom.

Feeling that he was asking for trouble, Arao turned his attention to the group of leaders behind the white dwarf. The configuration of the ancestral army this time was quite luxurious.

The Butcher King Agrim, whom Belegar had tried so hard to invite, and the President of the Rune Guild, Krag the Heartless, were the only two figures who could not easily come out, let alone a group of ancient dwarves with tattoos on their bodies. The inscribed butcher of Dulong City.

You can still vaguely see a few bearded dwarves with beards close to the ground. These living ancestors who may be over 400 years old are as tenacious as living fossils.

Even the High King cannot force the army to participate in the battle, and only the true ancestral white dwarves can order these mustaches to settle their hatred.

The most famous living ancestor is none other than Gotrek Starbreaker, who beheaded Caledor II. The High King was only 160 years old when the War of Vengeance broke out, but when he entered the Hall of the Ancestors, He is already five hundred and sixty years old.

This can be seen from one side how much power the white dwarf summoned to liquidate this most profound hatred. His only purpose in the world is to kill Malekith.

Looking around, Arao found that there were no familiar dwarf faces. Perhaps most of these dwarf faces were similar, with ugly faces covered by beards.

Agrim, who was in charge of communication, took a step forward and asked with some doubts,

"Are you Imric's student Arao?"

Arao nodded in agreement, "Well, the teacher didn't say anything about your arrival. The landing of the ancestral army in Charis was Dracnir's order."

Draknir was born after Agrim returned to the old world. The Butcher King didn't know much about the son of Caledor. He only nodded to show that he knew without making any indication, and turned the topic to the place where the dwarves were concerned.

"Malekith the Oathbreaker, where is he?"

"Tal Anlek, where his father was crowned Phoenix King."

Tal Anlek, this familiar elven place name made the white dwarf's mouth covered by his beard tremble slightly. The two of them once had a dream to travel around the world together.

Not only is Malekith a distinguished guest of the Eternal Peak, but Snorri will also be Tal Anlek's most distinguished guest. They have countless things in common. Their fathers are both upright heroes, shouldering the expectations of the kingdom and the people... …

The white dwarf spoke for the first time, not in Khazadli language, but in an extremely proficient Elvish language.

"Boy of Charis, if I kill Tal Anlek directly, how likely is it to cut off Malekith's head?"

The number of the ancestral army is extremely large for the dwarves, with nearly ten thousand people. This is a force powerful enough to dominate the mountains at the edge of the world.

But when it comes to the Elf Civil War, it seems a bit unsatisfying. The terrain of Nagaryth is completely different from the World's Edge Mountains. Dwarves marching alone under a flat surface will immediately be besieged by Druchi from many sides.

"Thirty percent, and the premise is to stay as far away from the coastline as possible. Druchi has also been developing long-range strike firepower in recent years. The slow-moving army will become a living target for Black Ark."

Thirty percent?

These words made many longbeards furious, and they all clamored to teach Pointy-eared Arao a trivial lesson. The Army of the Ancestors was the most powerful force in the Mountain Kingdom since the golden age, but it was just a man who was driven away from Naggaroth. How could the Witch King have any room to resist?

But the white dwarf acted very calmly. Because of the oath he had made, he knew that what Alaao said was true.

Malekith must have gathered all the power in his hands to make a desperate move. It was not a wise choice for the dwarves to fight alone. The mustaches were willing to sacrifice for the long-cherished wish of a dead man, but he could not regard the lives of tens of thousands of sons of the mountains as revenge. tool.

The white dwarf's battle ax struck the ground several times, quieting the crowd that was in chaos due to Arao's words, and made a surprising decision.

"I'm going to Lothern to talk to your Phoenix King."

"If the Phoenix King you are talking about refers to Teacher Imric, he is currently located in Tal Kaled, the capital of Caledor." Arao stated the current situation, but his tone was not harsh.

"But if it were you, I think Master Imric would come forward."

The decision to go to Lothern was something that the senior officials of the Army of the Ancestors did not expect. Two Phoenix Kings had visited the Eternal Peak, namely Belshana and Fenubar, and neither of them ended up well.

Some of the living ancestors vaguely believed that perhaps the fate of the elves would also be passed on to the dwarves. His Majesty the White Dwarf's trip was irrational.

Some people persuaded and some people supported this. At least Caledor's Pointed Ears did help in regaining the Eight Peaks Mountain. His Majesty the High King also returned the Phoenix Crown to Imrik. Before Malekith's death, both parties It’s not a bad thing to communicate.

Agrim supported the latter, and another representative of the stubbornness was Krag.

The Rune Master blew his beard and glared, wishing he could pull the white dwarf's beard and forcefully persuade the ancestor not to act out of anger.

"Lothern... we don't know anything about this port city. If Ulthuan's pointed ears are mixed with white-skinned and pointed-eared assassins, any damage to you will be a huge loss to the Kingdom of the Mountains."

Agrim snorted disdainfully, "I will go with him as His Majesty the White Dwarf's escort. Does Master Kragg think that Druchi's spies can hurt the ancestor of Drac Duraz and the son of Dragon Beard?"

Krag ignored Agrim's sarcasm. He stubbornly believed that the policy of the Army of the Ancestors should be to have as little contact with Ulthuan's Pointed Ears as possible. The two sides had a common goal, but in the course of the action, if you hit someone else, I will hit you. mine.

He continued to persuade the white dwarf, "Your Majesty, Druchi may not be able to hurt you, but how can we make it clear about the pointed ears."

There was something meaningful in these words, so Arao, who understood the dwarf language, interrupted, "Don't think so dirty of Asul. We are different from Druzi. As long as we are guests, even if we want to eat flesh and blood, we will keep our guests safe." Return to original position.

It's hard to say for you dwarves. Some of the envoys who went to the Eternal Peak to communicate were said to have been stared at by a group of butchers and rangers on their way back, and they didn't know what they wanted to do. "(End of chapter)