Chapter 631 The door opens
“Woo——!”
The long horn sound resounded throughout the Lilac Valley.
A group of dwarf warriors armed with spears entered this place in a neat queue.
After arriving at the flat land in the middle of Lilac Valley, the dwarf warriors first turned the column into a horizontal line, and then slowly turned into an arc-shaped horizontal line. A group of warriors faced the entrance of the valley neatly and solemnly, waiting. With "Visitor."
A huge and muscular wild boar with long tusks stretched out slowly walked out of the queue of dwarves, with a dwarf riding on its back, just like a human or orc riding a horse.
Although he has the same stout figure and a big beard, the appearance of this dwarf can still be seen to be different from other dwarves at a glance.
His hair and beard are neatly taken care of, and he is wearing silk clothes with brighter colors, which makes him look very luxurious. He has a gold-rimmed cloak on his back and a gold medal on the middle finger of his right hand. A ring set with a huge emerald.
Mallory, the patriarch of the Mason clan, sat quietly on the back of his mount, looking into the distance, waiting for the outcasts to challenge his position as patriarch.
Time passes and the sun gradually moves closer to the south.
Mallory frowned impatiently.
"Ramsden!"
He called to his vassals.
"My patriarch, what are your orders?"
Ramsden ran forward and asked Mallory respectfully.
Ramsden came here today as one of the ten warriors to fight on behalf of the patriarch.
"Why hasn't that sinner come yet? Didn't we agree that it would be today?"
"This..." Ramsden touched his head, not knowing how to answer. In fact, he was also very confused.
Isn’t this guy Emaar fooling everyone? This way he would become a complete laughing stock.
“Maybe he has been scared away!”
Another brave warrior expressed his speculation, which caused a burst of laughter from the people around him.
Ramsden said: "My patriarch, please wait a little longer. I think... that guy Emaar has not fallen to such an extent."
"Okay. , then I will wait!" Mallory said disdainfully, "If that guy doesn't come after noon, then I will send someone to inform each clan of this joke-like leader challenge."
As soon as Mallory finished speaking, a small group of people appeared in the distance and walked towards them.
He laughed: "Oh, our [distinguished guest] has finally arrived."
Mallory waited for Emaar and his followers with great ambition, ready to watch the bastard get his head blown off by his own warriors.
But what surprised him was that Emaar and his gang actually stopped while walking and just looked at this place from a distance.
Is this guy? Are you frightened by the battle you brought today?
He is cowardly, he is scared, this coward!
I have known for a long time that he is such a person! Shame on the dwarves!
"What's that?"
Ramsden pointed forward.
"What, isn't it that bastard Emaar?"
Mallory was confused and gradually looked away. He immediately stopped laughing.
At the entrance of the valley in the distance, billowing smoke and dust rose into the sky, as if a sandstorm was coming.
"Here's the hammer! What's that?" He asked the same question as Lumsden.
“It’s an orc!” Ramsden shouted, and with his good eyesight, he identified the identity of the person coming.
"Why do the orcs come here?" The dwarves present were talking about it.
At this time, Emaar and his group, who had stopped, started moving towards this direction again, and they were so fast that they were almost running.
A small band of orcs caught up with them, walking with Emaar.
Orcs are extremely fast and they all ride horses.
They soon arrived not far in front of Mallory and others.
Because of doubts about the appearance of the orcs, Mallory remained silent.
Imar yelled first.
"Usurper Mallory! You bastard, I'm here today to take back the glory and everything else that's mine that you stole."
"Imar!"
Ramsden responded loudly, "You should explain why so many orcs came here."
As long as you are not a fool, you can tell at a glance It can be seen that the appearance of the orcs is related to Emaar.
"Them? Hahahahaha!"
Imaar laughed wildly and shouted: "They are all my friends and they are here to help me regain my position as patriarch." "You Bastard!”
Everyone on Mallory's side guessed what Emaar wanted to do, and they cursed angrily.
Ramsden shouted angrily: "You actually want to destroy the sacred tradition, and you shamelessly want to use the power of foreigners!"
"Oh, poor Ramsden! I can see the panic in your eyes, please show more."
Imar laughed with red eyes, "I like to see you like this now, this will give me a better future in life. Add a lot of memorable jokes.”
Lumsden was so angry that his veins popped out, "Aren't you afraid of being despised by the entire dwarf race?"
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay" Imaar yelled, "I have been despised by you You have become a joke to the dwarves, what are you worried about? Besides, no one of you can escape today."
With Emaar's words, the orc cavalry came rolling in, outflanking them from both sides. , surrounding the few dwarves.
The dwarves hurriedly formed a circle, with their spears pointing diagonally at the orc cavalry in all directions.
At this time, the patriarch Mallory recognized the orc next to Yimar.
"Eugene, my friend!"
He shouted to the old orc: "Why do the Sons of the Grassland interfere in the internal disputes of the Sons of the Mountain?"
After all, he was recognized, You King had no choice but to pull off the hood of his cloak.
He often serves as the envoy of the king's tent, and he is quite familiar with the head of the stonemason clan. It is inevitable to be a little embarrassed in this situation.
"My friend, Mallory, please allow me to call you this for the last time."
His face was full of helplessness, "Unfortunately, the price given by Emaar is too high."
"What did he promise you? Tell me and maybe I can Give you more?"
Mallory's voice was full of sincerity.
“Lord Patriarch!” Ramsden was a little anxious after hearing this.
Mallory glared at him, "It's just a contingency measure."
"You don't have to listen!"
Eugene responded: "I know you, you can't give me what Emaar can give me."
The old orc thought in his heart, even if It was you who gave it, but it was only a temporary measure, and you are much harder to control than Emaar.
Mallory finally fell into despair.
"Well, well, my friend Eugene!"
Emar couldn't wait, "Get rid of these traitors quickly!"
Eugene waved, "Attack!"
The orc cavalry surrounding the dwarves urged their horses Come.
"Warriors of the Stonemason Clan! Prepare to meet the enemy!"
Ramsden roared, and all the dwarves had resolute expressions on their faces. They already understood that it was already It's a doomed situation.
I can only leave my honor in this world!
The first thing ushered in was a dense wave of arrows, and then the horseshoes rolled in...
The battle lasted for more than half an hour. When the last dwarf warrior fell, You Jin and Emaar came to them.
Emar found Mallory and Ramsden, their bodies covered with terrible scars and no longer breathing.
He took off the big ring from Mallory's hand, carefully put it on his own hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You are finally back in the hands of your true owner." He seemed to be speaking to the ring.
"Are you sure you can have this ring?" the old orc asked.
"I'm sure!"
Eugene looked at the mess on the ground and said solemnly: "There are still people breathing! Maybe there is hope, Emaar."
Imar said decisively: "What are you keeping them for? Tell me about the challenge I won with the help of outsiders?"
"Okay!" Eugene sighed secretly. He still respected these warriors who fought until the last moment.
He waved and told the cavalry, "Give them a good time."
The old orc looked at the mountains to the south and seemed to have seen the world beyond the mountains.
That rich, civilized, beautiful world without black and white disasters.
“The first door has finally opened.”
(End of this chapter)