Chapter 988 Thousand Years of Friendship

In the grand palace waiting for the arrival of the dwarves, he saw a strange look on Drachnir's expression. Before the white dwarf and the Butcher King arrived, Imric pointed his index finger on the table, and a clear ticking sound came from his hand.

"You seem to have some doubts about this interview, my son."

Draconir did not deny it, put on a strange expression, and just waited for his father to take the initiative to ask.

"As for the white dwarf, there is no need for us to have too much contact with him. As soon as Malekith dies, his form in the world will dissipate. It is not a good thing to focus too much on a dead man."

Imric quite agrees with this analysis. Are white dwarves useful? Of course it plays a big role. As the demigod supreme king, the youngest son of Granni and Varaya, his reputation among the dwarves far exceeds the imagination of any race.

It is no exaggeration to say that after revealing his identity, every word spoken by Grim Brindel was roughly equivalent to the effectiveness of the Great Book of Hatred.

But from another perspective, he doesn't have much effect. As long as the deathbed blood oath is settled, the white dwarf will have no reason to exist, and the will supporting his body will dissipate.

"But we can think about it from another angle. The reason why the white dwarf can exist in the world in a unique way is because of the life-and-death friendship with Malekith.

The profound emotions that can make a dwarf return to the mortal world from the palace of his ancestors. I am afraid that not only the white dwarf remembers what happened in the past, but Malekith also does the same. "

Draconir shook his head and expressed his unwillingness to believe this speculation. Will Malekith miss the friendship of the past? This is even more ridiculous than Asuryan attaching importance to the lives of elves. If the Witch King had a trace of kindness in his heart, he would not have done so many evil things.

Seeing the child shaking his head, Imrik smiled helplessly. It was indeed a very ridiculous thing for an Asur to believe that Malekith had past feelings.

"The white dwarf will destroy the last bit of luck in Malekith's heart and make him understand that no one in the world can save this betrayer. For us, it is enough that the white dwarf has this meaning."

"If Malekith admits all his past mistakes at the last moment, aren't you worried about the White Dwarf temporarily defecting?"

"The possibility exists, but it is very slim. If the white dwarf does this, he is not worthy of being called the greatest high king."

During the exchange, two menacing dwarves carrying battle axes had already walked in from the palace door.

The hair of the leader is all white, and he is as old and powerful as a birch tree.

The dwarf who followed closely behind had his beard dyed orange with paint, and the wrathful crown on his helmet was as high as most of his body.

The common temperament between the two is that they are not easy to mess with. Before Gotrek, the most failed butcher, came into being, Grimbryndel and Agrim were the two strongest warriors in the Mountain Kingdom.

The white dwarf's eyes met with Imrik's. The High King did not see any emotion in the eyes of the Phoenix King who was about to be crowned. His blue eyes looked extremely calm.

There was no joy when meeting an ally, nor was there any shackles and awkward mentality caused by past hatred. It was as if an unrelated person had entered the field of vision.

Of course, Imric was also sizing up the white dwarf. Although he had seen the soul of the High King in the Badlands, this was his first official meeting.

Very interesting soul form, Valaya’s power...

After briefly judging the status of the white dwarf, Imric turned his attention to Agrim and first greeted the Butcher King.

"I didn't expect you to be willing to temporarily put aside the idea of ​​killing Gul and come to Ulthuan with High King Whitebeard to settle the hatred of the Oathbreakers."

Agrim murmured a few words in a low voice, and then a thunderous voice echoed in the palace.

"The undead can be killed at any time, but Malekith's head may leave his shoulders soon. The descendants of Balaag will not miss this most profound hatred in the Mountain Kingdom."

"That's very good. I will tell you how to kill Gul completely after the war. Think of it as a meeting gift to the ancestral army."

There was a hint of surprise in Agrim's eyes. He had never fought against Gul before. Although the undead champion warrior was very strong, he was far stronger than his dead father. He could still defeat Gul after a fierce battle.

But the trouble is that the dwarves cannot completely kill Gul. Nagash has manipulated the soul of the undead champion warrior. As long as he knows the resurrection spell and enough wind of death, he can be resurrected quickly after death.

He thought about agreeing. After all, they were all old acquaintances, so there was no need to be polite, but the person who made the decision was not himself, but the white dwarf.

Under Agrim's expectant gaze, the white dwarf sighed. This elf boy's method was indeed good. He did not make some vain and useless conditions, but instead provided something very useful to the Mountain Kingdom.

Since it can kill Gul, other difficult undead souls are certainly not a problem. This is much more useful than the Valaya inscription which can only drive and purify evil forces.

The white dwarf put the battle ax behind him, his expression softened a lot, and he said to Imrik in the main seat,

"I agreed to this condition, but I will talk about Gul later. I need to figure out one thing."

"Yes, I believe the Ancestral Army is more willing to do something in Nagaryth than to go to war in Lothern."

"About Malekith, is he the destined Phoenix King?!"

This sharp question caused Drachnir to narrow his eyes and ask in front of the next Phoenix King if the race's archenemy is the Phoenix King. You dwarf seems to take yourself too seriously.

The prince spread his hands and asked, "What is the destiny of the Phoenix King? Could it be that he usurped the throne of the elves just by relying on his own words and the honor his father had received? Every Phoenix King is deeply loved by the people, but Maleki What achievements are worth mentioning? He has done countless times more damage to the world than he has done good."

The white dwarf did not respond, staring straight at Imric. He knew very well that Drachnir's words were just a quibble. The so-called Phoenix King of Destiny was the king chosen by God, just like himself as Granny and Var. Raya's youngest son will surely become the same as the High King.

Imrik raised his hand to stop the child's endless excuses. The white dwarf, unlike other ignorant people, knew very well the relationship between gods and kingship.

The so-called people's choice is nothing but fart. Every person who truly reaches the peak of power has the shadow of a god behind him.

"Yes, Malekith is indeed the Phoenix King of Destiny, a divine choice who has gone through thousands of years of trials under Asuryan's arrangement."

This sentence put an inexplicable feeling on the white dwarf's face, and his eyes dropped as if he was feeling something.

Only Agrim, who didn't know much about it, looked confused and asked with some dementia.

"Breaking the oath, is the person who broke the oath the Phoenix King destined by destiny? Which of your gods is so blind that it can allow a madman to become the king of the elves?" (End of this chapter)