It was already three or four o'clock in the morning when they left the treasure house. Gu Jinlong and the dwarf king returned to the palace together. They just chatted casually along the way and had a tacit understanding. No one mentioned the crucial agreement.
In the palace, the young golden dragon Aurora has been waiting for a long time, and the dwarves who are extremely drunk also got up from the ground in twos and threes, but their minds are still a little dazed.
Then, under the reluctant farewell, rough singing and warm cheers of the dwarves, the two golden dragons suddenly flapped their wings, took off and flew into the sky.
On the broad terrace at the top of the palace, the dwarf king raised his head and stared at the golden back in the distance for a long time, his expression gradually becoming serious.
Dawn breaks from the sky, and the dim light of dawn creates a golden edge for the Black Stone Mountain Hook, and also casts a hazy glow on the body of the golden dragon, as if it blends into the sky.
Seeing such a scene, the dwarves who saw them off were even more excited and rejoiced, and the warm shouts of "Wings of Dawn" and "Dragon of Dawn" came and went for a long time.
"Your Majesty, what are you worried about?" came a familiar voice. The dwarf minister Bjorn was walking tremblingly onto the terrace on crutches and walked behind Ed.
After the Battle of Blackrock Mountain, the dwarf, who was over three hundred years old, seemed much older. His face was covered with wrinkles, his body became more stooped, and he could no longer walk smoothly. .
Ed can see that this old minister does not have much time left, and the furnace fire in his body has reached the point where it has run out of fuel just like his own.
Looking at the sky where the golden dragon had disappeared, the dwarf king sighed: "Can we really trust such an ally that we have only known for a few months? Even if he is a just and kind-hearted golden dragon."
"Your Majesty, this is a helpless move. We are at the end of our rope. After many considerations, His Excellency Titus is already the best choice."
Bjorn responded in a low voice, speaking. Over time, the wrinkles on his face became more profound, almost like the cracked rocks on Black Rock Mountain.
Ed took off the war hammer from his waist, held it tightly in his hand, stared at the dwarven words engraved on it, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Bjorn, I don't know if this decision is correct.
But the future fate of the shield dwarves will be handed over to It feels very bad in the hands of others."
Bjorn raised his head with difficulty and comforted: "Your Majesty, our goal has been achieved. We have such a famous ancient golden dragon in the good camp to protect us. , those kids won't have it too bad.
Although it sounds frustrating, by doing this, the shield dwarfs at least have hope for the future, not to mention that we are running out of time. "
Hearing Bjorn's words, Ed smiled self-deprecatingly, and tightened the handle of the hammer in his hand more tightly, as if to embed it in his flesh and blood: "That's what you said, it's all the same. People who are about to die, why do they think so much?
As for the future of our shield dwarf clan, leave it to the children who will grow up under the protection of the wings of the golden dragon. ”
At this moment, the sun has fully risen, and the rays of the morning sun fall on the terrace of Avendeldan Palace, and also shine on the rough faces of the two dwarves.
North Aether In the middle of the Er Plain, in a spacious cave that was the temporary palace of the Burning Emperor, the red dragon was lying lazily on the ground, greedily absorbing the power of the sun in his body, and spitting out a breath of hot white smoke with sparks. < br>
At this moment, he slowly got up from the ground, poked his huge head out of the cave, and looked to the west with emotion - that is the direction of the mountain kingdom.
"Eye of Gruumsh"
Kasius grinned, revealing a ferocious smile, with smoke rising from between his teeth.
Participating in the Battle of Blackstone Mountain was just a casual move for him. He wanted to use this to increase the popularity of the "Titus" vest and give himself a place in the camp of kindness and justice.
But this time, he discovered something incredible - the Eye of Gruumsh. Even Cassius himself did not expect such an unexpected surprise.
You must know that it is part of the body of a god with powerful divine power!
Even if the orc race is now in a period of decline and Gruumsh is about to fall to medium divine power, the value of this artifact is still immeasurable. The value of the complete "Eye of Gruumsh" even exceeds that of Cassius. 's "Heart of Carix".
And as one of the symbols of the "one-eyed" Gruumsh, the fallen eye is likely to have condensed divinity in the fields of chaos, evil, power, war and other fields, which is also suitable for itself. , if all of these are swallowed
I am afraid that the red dragon will become a real demigod, but the remaining will in the Eye of Gruumsh may cause him some trouble.
“Divinity.”
Thinking of this, Cassius's pale golden vertical pupils were filled with greed, a faint fire flashed, and ambergris hot as lava was about to flow from the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, the communicator in the cave rang. After Cassius agreed, a magical image appeared in front of him - an ugly face, exposed fangs, and cheeks covered with scales, which were dragon veins. Ogre Rumple.
As the most fertile plain in northern Thrace, the North IJssel region covers an area of 700,000 square kilometers, which has already exceeded one-fifth of the empire's mainland.
It is quite troublesome even for the current Burning Empire to digest such a large conquered area.
The resistance forces in North IJssel are far more stubborn than those in the North, and the rebels are also more powerful, and there are many extraordinary level beings among them.
The customs, living habits, and social culture of the Esser people are also very different from those of the Anzeta people who live in a corner. Friction and conflict are almost inevitable.
Therefore, as the prime minister of the Ember Empire, Trump has been very busy recently. He has divided up six simulacra to handle affairs, with more threads than his master.
And unlike Cassius, the Burning Emperor who lay in a cave and slept all day long, eating and drinking as a hands-off shopkeeper, Trump dutifully fulfilled his obligations as Prime Minister of the Empire, busy working day and night, without even a moment's notice. Being willing to close his eyes fully reflects the special working system of the Empire's "007".
If you are sleepy, just drink a bottle of high-grade energy potion, and you will be able to revive with full blood. If you are hungry, just eat a bucket of tasteless instant organic sauce to satisfy your consumption in the next few days.
As a mage with extraordinary intelligence, this ogre has changed his gluttonous nature and turned into a complete workaholic.
"Good day, my distinguished master." Trump in the magic image bowed and saluted first, and then began to report directly, unwilling to waste even a second.
“A team of orcs has come from Longshou City. They claim to be envoys from the Red Blood Tribe and come from the Ugo Prairie in the northeast. They want to come to see you.”
< br>“Oh?”
Castle suddenly revealed With a look of great interest, he shook his head and sighed: "Tsk tsk, I really said Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, but I didn't expect the orcs are here too."
The red dragon looked at the ogre and asked casually Said: "Trump, what do you think?"
Trump quickly lowered his head and responded: "Master, according to our intelligence, the Red Blood Tribe gathered nearly 200,000 troops a few months ago and launched an aggressive war against the Alpine Dwarf Kingdom. Golden Dragon and Elf forces also participated. < br>
Loss of the Red Blood Tribe They suffered heavy losses and fled north in a hurry. Their chief, who was said to have been favored by the orc god, also died in that battle.
This time they visited the Ember Empire, obviously wanting to form an alliance with us and attack Gaoshan. The dwarven kingdom takes revenge. Blackrock Mountain is rich in resources. , with many mineral veins, is a gathering place for dwarf craftsmen, and is indeed the next target for the empire to conquer. However, the empire now has enough strength to conquer the mountain kingdom on its own, and those fallen greenskins are not qualified to form an alliance with us. Like the Red Blood Tribe The alliance of forces that favor the chaotic evil camp is also against the principles of the empire.”
Trump made no secret of his contempt and disdain for the Red Blood Tribe in his words. He had obviously fought against them long ago. Once the manuscript is ready, the words will flow endlessly as soon as they are spoken.
The red dragon nodded slightly, seeming quite satisfied with this answer.
Cassius’s thoughts were similar to Trump’s. The Ember Empire was fully capable of conquering the Alpine Kingdom and monopolizing Blackstone Mountain on its own, and there was no need for the Red Blood Tribe to get involved.
Just like their father, the green-skinned orcs are a bunch of bloodthirsty lunatics.
Cassius does not want a powerful god to enter his sphere of influence - what if the other party finds out that he has stolen his eyes?
What's more, the Burning Ember Empire also has the ancient and modern dragon Titus, the "loyal ally" of the dwarves, as an internal agent. He knows the intelligence of the Alpine Kingdom very well, so there is no need to worry about setbacks.
Rumple observed the words and said based on Cassius's reaction: "Master, in this case, should we drive those orcs out of North IJssel - or kill them all?"
Casius shook his head. He shook his head and smiled again: "No, although I have no interest in cooperation with orcs, I am interested in They are somewhat interested."
"Yes, master, I will send someone to bring them to you immediately."
Trump looked as usual and did not ask why. He simply said so. After all, he himself is a ruthless person who randomly conducts experiments on vampires and human mages.
North IJssel, in Dragonhead City, a group of orcs wrapped in warg furs were sitting on chairs, nervously looking at the snake lady who was communicating. They were out of tune with the surrounding environment.
Seeing the snake man turn around, the leading orc suddenly jumped up from his chair and asked eagerly: "Has your majesty agreed to our meeting?"
"Yes, please follow. I'll do it." Snake Man replied expressionlessly.
"Great, great, we can finally avenge Lord Batu!" The orc's rough face was full of excitement, and his tall and strong body was trembling.
His name is Nur Red Mane, named after he hunted a giant beast with red mane. Nur is a famous warrior in the Red Blood Tribe and a close associate of the dead chief Batu.
This time Nur came to North IJssel with the most powerful warriors from the tribe under the order of the temporary chief Thoro, in order to form an alliance with the rising Ember Empire and take revenge on the Alpine Dwarf Kingdom. .
Every time he thought of that day, and of the dwarves, elves, and golden dragons who shamelessly besieged the chief, Nur would feel uncontrollable anger and murderous intent in his heart.
How dare those shameless people who claim to be righteous besiege a great warrior like this!
From that day on, Nur made up his mind to avenge Lord Batu one day. He wanted to bloodbath Avendeldan and cut off the head of the dwarf king with his own hands.
But there is always a gap between reality and imagination. After the Battle of Blackstone Mountain, the argali cavalry of the dwarves, the unicorn cavalry of the elves and the hateful golden dragon brutally swept away the orcs.
Countless orcs died on the fertile grasslands north of Blackstone Mountain. Orcs from various tribes fled in all directions. The Red Blood Tribe that Batu spent his whole life gathering also fell apart, leaving only a few major tribes.
It wasn't until a few days ago that Chief Solo claimed that he had also received the favor of Gruumsh and gained great power, and then he reluctantly integrated the remaining tribes. Although it was far less than before, it was still a force that should not be underestimated.
Then, the orcs got the news of the Ember Empire's blitz on North IJssel, and were shocked by this. It became the common wish of the orcs to form an alliance with the Ember Empire.
Thinking of this, Nuer secretly clenched his fists and looked extremely excited: "I will definitely succeed, for Lord Batu and for the brothers and sisters who died heroically."
Burning Ashes The empire is busy maintaining social stability and has not yet established a complete railway system extending in all directions in North IJssel. The person responsible for welcoming the orcs is an imperial mage who is proficient in teleportation spells.
“When meeting His Majesty the Emperor, you must pay attention to etiquette, and kneeling down is the most basic.”
"Haha, of course, no one dares to be disrespectful to His Majesty. You should be more careful not to be frightened and faint by His Majesty's pressure."
The mage waved his hand while giving instructions on various matters. The staff is the spell model that constructs the portal.
Nur was thinking secretly in his heart, feeling quite puzzled and even feeling humiliated.
Although he is not as good as a hero like Batu, he is still a famous warrior in the tribe. He even faced the ancient golden dragon and shot two arrows into his wings.
Is that emperor really that powerful? To the point where even he would tremble and even faint?
The orcs did not get the images of the Red Dragon Emperor's battle, they only got the news that North Ithyr was occupied by the Ember Empire - they did not know what the name "Cassius" meant.
"Shua——"
The space was distorted, and a rather narrow portal opened in front of them. The mage said impatiently: "Okay, go in quickly."
"Okay."
The moment he stepped into the portal with one foot, Nu's hair stood on end and his whole body trembled.
"This, this is."
The orc felt an extremely terrifying pressure coming down on him, like a mountain pressing on his back, making him almost breathless.
The surrounding air was so hot, like purgatory, that the sweat on his forehead was instantly evaporated and turned into wisps of water vapor.
The heart was beating violently in the chest, and the orc raised his head with difficulty and looked at the huge cave in the distance.
"Father God Gruumsh is above"
At this moment, Nuer finally understood what the mage said and knew that he was definitely not exaggerating. (End of this chapter)