Chapter 989 Malkin’s Thunder

"I need to correct a mistake of yours Agrim, our gods did not blind any dog's eyes, but all the dogs' eyes were blinded."

Imrik told the joke in a serious tone, but the other three people present did not laugh at it. It seemed too ridiculous.

The elf stared at the white dwarf's face seriously and told the current situation, "Snorri Whitebeard, you may be questioning whether the past choices are the reason why Malekith embarked on this path, but I can be very clear. tell you.

Don't speculate on the elven gods based on the standards of the dwarf ancestors and gods. Even if Gruni disappears, the technology and rune anvils left behind are still the foundation of the mountain kingdom. Grimnir's will inspires every dwarf to defend their homeland, Valaya The priests and runes soothe the darkness of the mountains.

But only the elven gods have left endless troubles to the elven race, and countless fights, betrayals and conspiracies have all started because of them. No matter what Malekith's intentions are, you should know that there is no contradiction between killing him and showing mercy to him. "

"Have mercy on him, haha..." the white dwarf sneered. He just wanted to clear up the last doubt in his heart before fulfilling his long-cherished wish.

No matter what Malekith's difficulties are, this cannot change the fact that the Oathbreakers are the dwarves. Dwarves are not a race that is good at empathy. Compared with communicating with others on thoughts and emotions, it is better to chop off the head with a battle ax to erase the hatred. Book entries are more straightforward.

After getting the accurate results, the white dwarf also showed his willingness to negotiate. This time he came as the first high king. He planned to do something for the mountains before returning to the palace of his ancestors.

Two benches with the standard characteristics of dwarves appeared at the long table at the other end under the control of Draconir's mind. The white dwarf and Agrim also stepped up the steps without hesitation and sat firmly on the silk cushioned benches. .

Agrim first looked around the palace and asked a personal question before the formal conversation, "Where's Damian? I haven't heard anything from him recently."

"Damian is busy preparing for the Khorne army that is about to arrive. The Blood Valkyrie Valkia has wanted to find him as a man for more than a day. I don't know how much trouble it will be if he becomes a demon." Imrik shook his head and sighed. , Boss K is a stubborn god, the more he doesn’t get it, the more he wants it.

The Shadow King's spies were able to detect the followers of Khorne who were supposed to be defending Hargansi. They turned around and directly robbed Druchi's ships. The fleet rushed towards Ulthuan. It seemed that the Blood Valkyrie was preparing to steal a man for her husband. .

Damian who ascended to demon... Agrim thought for a while, and then he felt troubled for a while. A guy who can fight with the bloodthirsty demon by relying on his mortal body. If he ascends to demon, even the Eternal God's Chosen will be the only one who can do it. He lifts his shoes and licks his heels.

This unimportant matter stopped with a cold snort from the white dwarf. He did not pay attention to the movements of a human being. These low-class people who made inferior tools were difficult to see at a glance in the past and had no resistance to the temptation of the Chaos Gods.

If there is a possibility of becoming a demon, it is best to kill it immediately.

"About Caledor in the Book of Great Hatred..."

"No, it's not Caledor, it's the entry about elves in the Book of Great Hatred." Imric explained the conditions directly and explained his attitude to the white dwarf. As the Phoenix King, he would not only be the monarch of Assur, but He is the unquestionable master of the entire elven race.

"You are more ambitious than I thought." There was a hint of vigilance in the white dwarf's praise. He had witnessed the power of the elven empire. If Malekith, a serious problem in his heart, could be dealt with, the elves would be given a period of self-cultivation. At this stage, it was difficult for him to predict whether the elves, who already had considerable influence in the old world, would regain the hegemony that dominated the world at the dawn of creation.

"Ambition is a double-edged sword, which is very necessary for me now." After saying a sentence of unclear meaning, Imrik continued, "As a demigod, you should also be able to vaguely perceive some things. Especially after the fire was rekindled at the Varaya Altar in Eight Peaks Mountain, those dark dreams were so clear that we had no choice but to do everything we could to increase our strength.”

Agrim looked at the silent white dwarf, unable to guess what riddle Imrik was asking for a moment.

But as a palliative, he knew now was the time to speak.

"Let's not mention inexplicable things like dark dreams. According to your verbal agreement with the late king Erickson, Malekith's head belongs to the dwarves."

"I'm not very interested in a Druzi's head. I can understand your alternative collection habit."

"Then the second item, about Dragon Cliff Castle..." Agrim very faithfully conveyed what Thorgreen had explained in advance. Mustache had predicted in advance that the white dwarves might not interfere too much in the specific affairs of the dwarves. The relationship with the elves of Ulthuan will be improved in a general direction.

And Agrim, who is shameless and has close relations with Caledor's senior officials, is a good microphone. As long as he is thick-skinned enough, Thorgrin believes that Imric's nature will not make him deal with some conditions. Too much blocking.

Listening to Agrim starting the same repeater mode as Thorgrin again, Imric waved his hand impatiently.

"I haven't seen you for thirty or forty years, but you have turned into a human politician. It really disappoints me. The Kaderin War Undertaker who once pointed his ax at the big devil.

It is the general trend for elves and dwarves to repair their relationship, and there is no need to put too much emphasis on useless things. "

Agrim stopped talking and smacked his lips, feeling that this was also the case. Talking about things at the negotiation table was far less convenient than a battle axe. Even if he talked about it, it would be a waste of time if the elves did not send a single soldier to Longya Castle. Empty words.

The Butcher King took off the Balaag helmet he was wearing and placed it on the table, revealing Cheng Liang's bald scalp. His sky-high orange hair had long been shaved off. He changed from a war slayer to a Butcher King. This meant taking over a responsibility. No longer just a butcher seeking death.

"Then let's get down to business. Why did you change your previous combat style and choose defensive tactics after Druzi landed on Nagareth?"

Imric laughed softly, and in the puzzled looks of Agrim and Grimblindel, he made a frivolous remark that seemed like a joke.

"Isn't this the army of ancestors who are waiting for you to liquidate the oldest hatred?"

As the dwarves were puzzled, the roar of steam engines suddenly came from above the palace. Imric, who believed that words were no match for actions, asked them to walk out of the hall together. A big treasure that had been prepared for a long time was waiting for him. Let the dwarves take over.

A shadow like a battleship slowly descended from the sky, and Bloxon's excited voice soon reached the dwarf's ears.

"Ancestor, Malkin's Thunder is ready to liquidate the oathbreakers." (End of Chapter)