Chapter 1238 Dwarf, Action

When the High King learned the news from Agrim, he rushed from the dwarf community to the Phoenix King's residence without stopping, and asked the Eternal Guards to surround the bedroom, not letting a fly fly in.

This sudden change made Karl mistakenly believe that the elves and dwarves had a serious conflict, and he hurriedly left the cabinet council and rushed to the bedroom with Ludwig.

But in fact, the face of the human emperor may have some effect on the dwarves, but it is meaningless to the elves. Both sides only adhere to one principle and do not allow anyone to enter.

Two hours later, Karl, who was waiting outside anxiously, finally saw the figure of the High King, but his expression was a little heavy.

Imrik said frankly that the three main gods of the dwarves were still alive, but only Granni was difficult to find. Perhaps letting Valaya show her love for her husband and Grimnir calling his brother with a war song might succeed?

This nonsense made the High King so angry that he fought with Imrik on the spot, holding the Axe of Grimnir to chop off the head of the Pointed Eared Monarch.

But the facts proved that the High King's strength... was still slightly inferior to that of the Phoenix King, and the plot of Gotrek beheading Caledor did not happen, otherwise the Battle of the Longbeard could have been staged again.

Throgrim tried all kinds of methods, including coercion, lowering his status to ask, throwing out a lot of benefits, and actively apologizing... Even the incredible thing of returning all the dragon remains in the Mountain Kingdom could not make Imrik change his mind.

Thinking that Imrik really did not know the news of Granni, Thorgrim had to give up. At least the Pointed Ears did not point in a random direction and let the dwarves search like crazy.

"High King, what is going on between you and the Phoenix King?" Carl was a little worried. It seemed that the dwarves and the elves had some disputes, but what worried him more was that they had reached some secret cooperation without bringing the Empire to participate.

Thorgrin shook his head slowly, seeing through Carl's thoughts at a glance: "Carl, this matter has nothing to do with the Empire, it's the dwarves' business...Imrik and I admire you very much, you just need to consider how to make the summit achieve a satisfactory result for everyone."

A month later, the summit was about to come to an end, and Victor successfully changed his sparring partner.

After barely fighting ten moves under Kuran, he was fortunate to be received by the High King.

For the High King, the witch hunters who believe in Sigmar have respect from the bottom of their hearts. The alliance between the Hammer of Heroes and Kugan is a major event that changes the fate of the two races, and it is also an ancient legend that both races will remember forever.

"Your Majesty the High King..."

Before he greeted him, the High King had already picked up the Axe of Grimnir and signaled Victor to attack. He wanted to see how capable this human who Imrik said was sure to find the trace of the ancestor god of war was.

The High King was very busy, so in the eyes of Victor, who had just adapted to the elves' fighting skills, it was just a battle axe that kept expanding in his eyes, and the runes on the steel color flashed with an unavoidable light...

Agrim hurriedly stopped Thorgrin with the Axe of Dago. If Victor was killed, where would he find the trace of the ancestor war god?

The roar of the two battle axes when they collided made Victor in the center area feel deaf...

He looked at the two dwarves whose beards were blown by the remaining wind, and he couldn't help feeling shocked and sad... The gap was too big.

The legendary lord officially practiced with him, which was a little different from the previous playfulness. Kuran and others could clearly feel where the upper limit threshold of the witch hunter was. It was just to complete the task of the Phoenix King and hone it.

But the dwarves didn't understand these fancy things. Fight, fight to death, and it's your problem if you can't hold on.

As mentioned before, the High King was very busy, so he had very few fights with Victor, but the Butcher King was very idle. He came to Altdorf as a bodyguard, and a large group of sworn butchers were so idle that they wanted to overturn the taverns in the entire city.

Another month passed, and Victor fully realized...

Elves and dwarves are a bunch of guys who don't understand human nature, and they are all monsters!

The Butcher King's request was simple, to give him a hearty fight... But ask the old world, who doesn't know the reputation of Agrim.

What really brought things to an end was Gotrek, who was hurriedly summoned by the High King, and Gragrim, who responded to his father's order.

Usually Gotrek would not accept orders from any big shot, and his reputation was ruined by a lord, which was the injustice that the failed butcher must wash away.

But there were only two people he had to show obedience and respect, Thorgrim, the incarnation of the Kingdom of Mountains, and Torek Ironbrow, the Chosen of the Gods.

Gotrek has an orange hair crown that reaches the sky. It is as tall as Agrim before the Great Crusade. His muscles are as hard as stone and grow on his thick skeleton. A black eye mask covers one of his eyes that has lost its light. He looks like a wild boar walking upright.

His blond secretary... Secretary Phoenix, makes up for the appearance defects of this pair. From the appearance point of view, he is a rare handsome man among humans, and is not inferior to some elves.

As for Gragrim, he looks like a younger version of Agrim. He has a large tattoo of the Dragonbeard Clan on his skin, and a vibranium oath belt as a protective gear.

Gragrim was the first to arrive at the palace. At this time, the dwarf prince was still in a daze. He was looking for giants in the mountains to practice, preparing to take the title of Giant Butcher.

But it was an order, an expedited one, so he had to rush to Altdorf with the help of the dwarf helicopter.

The meeting place was not the residence of the High King, but a mansion.

So the tall elf sitting side by side with the High King was very eye-catching, and it also made Gragrim stunned for a moment, why did he have pointed ears.

Imrik pointed at Gragrim happily and said to Thorgrim on his left hand: "Don't say it, he really looks as stupid as Agrim when he was young... I still remember that he was carried on the baggage cart by the Imperial Knights and staggered to Kislev, like a beast waiting to be sold, haha."

"How dare you!" Gragrim was angry for a while. This was a serious insult to the Butcher King and must be recorded in the Dragonbeard Clan's Book of Hate!

His anger lasted for a few seconds, because his father was covering his face with helplessness, as if he was worried about his child.

"Father?"

"He is the Phoenix King, the pointy-eared elf you think is the only one who can speak human language..."

Gragrim blushed and stood there, not knowing what to say, with an awkward posture like a little girl who had done something wrong.

This made Imrik feel even more amused. Sure enough, a dwarf with a beard that was not higher than his chest was much more interesting than a dwarf with a long beard. (End of this chapter)