Chapter 1340 Hard Landing

The feeling of being held in the hands of the dragon... Thorgreen vaguely understood why the many longbeards who were lucky enough to survive after the Revenge War had severe mental trauma on the dragon.

Minas Nir's hand is so big that an adult fire dragon can easily grab a huge white lion, and its fully expanded area is comparable to a carriage.

Lao Mi's palm is like a house... but the guests inside feel very bad.

Even though Thorgreen knew that the leader of the dragons, who did not like contact with dwarves, had no ill intentions toward him, he still felt conflicted in his heart. The feeling of having one's life in the hands of others was by no means a good thing.

Darkness enveloped the High King's vision. In order to avoid being noticed by the green skins, or maybe the Phoenix King wanted to have some fun, the way this bird jumped to help the Dreadnought was to swoop down directly from a thousand meters high in an attempt to create a trap for the dwarves. Big surprise.

As for Thor Green, he had no idea about this...

"Imrik, how long? How long does it take to fly into the Dreadnaught?!"

"Come on, the green-skinned flying dragon is a bit annoying. As you know, I'm not good at dealing with creatures with dragons in their names..."

"Don't fucking talk nonsense! Once we enter the Fearless Fortress, you immediately attack the greenskin's rear and prepare to break out from the Fearless Fortress!"

"I'm a qualified lobbyist. Don't you want to hear how I persuaded Thuringe?"

As the flight altitude increased, Imric did not forget to tease Thorgrim. The High King curled up in the dragon's claws seemed a bit...too funny. He would write down this scene and engrave it on the hidden wall of the dragon's palace. , waiting for a visit from a destined person one day.

"No need, if Thuringe doesn't listen..."

"You just kill him? I like that."

"In the name of the ancestors and gods, I will forcibly deprive him of his title of king, and in the name of the High King, I will let all the Dauntless Castle dwarves break out!"

"It's a boring approach. No one will listen to your nonsense. If Fenuba came to the Dragon Palace and said this..."

"You will kill him, but we are dwarves, and I will never give up any way to save my compatriots, even at the cost of my reputation and rule!"

"Okay, okay, it's the noble dwarf racial theory again. I really hope that your demon-hating physique can be adjusted according to the situation, otherwise you can directly open a portal to the Fearless Castle and save all the stubborn and damned dwarfs inside. Walk.

Remember Erickson? He died without accepting some of the risky proposals we offered..."

The face of the late king...Erickson appeared in front of Thor Green in a trance. He violated many of the rules of his ancestors, and so did his uncle.

Regardless of the threat of the greenskins in the mountains, regardless of the dissuasion of the Council of Elders, he insisted on supporting the northern war, and even reached a secret agreement with Caledor, who had a deep hatred of the dwarves... But it all seemed worth it.

The High King clenched his fists and recalled his uncle's dying teachings. He would lead the Mountain Kingdom through the dark ages at all costs.

"How much longer!"

"Almost... get ready for landing."

A lifetime of violent impact, with countless dust and rubble pouring into the High King's nostrils, he immediately understood why Imrik took so long, because the damn dragon boy never considered landing normally.

The impact caused by the dive made the already extremely nervous Fort Fearless, and now the fuse was lit...

Minas Nir landed at the top of the bunker. Imric originally wanted to rush straight to the King's Hall, but Duozi liked to live in the mountain, so it was not wise to let a flesh and blood body crash into it.

"Oh oh oh, it's been a long time since I've seen such a formation... Should I kill you dwarves who raised weapons against the elf monarch, or should I just surrender and enter the dark dungeon?"

"The Phoenix King of the Elves..."

The leader of the Hammer Warriors relied on some impressions to recall that arrogant face. After a hundred years, the elf's face has not changed at all. He is as young and handsome as ever, and as unbeatable as ever...

"Where's Thuringe, ask him to come over..."

"Shut the fuck up."

Cursing sounds, followed by bursts of coughing, came out of Lao Mi's loosened palm, and a short figure that was completely out of proportion to the dragon's figure was seen beating the dust raised in front of him, cursing Imric.

"The High King...Your Majesty?"

The Hammer Warrior, who was originally in a state of nervousness, looked in disbelief at the figure wearing the dragon crown of Karaz, wearing Skedur armor, holding the Ax of Grimnir, and a beard as gray as snow. A symbol of Thorgreen's reign.

Since the departure of the late king, Thorgrim has ruled the mountains for more than two hundred years. He is only a short time away from being called the Great Bearded High King. Every dwarf deeply respects this Lord of the Restoration and is willing to unite with him. Every feud will be settled in the name of the one who bears the grudge.

Without the time to tidy up his dusty beard, Thorgrin spoke solemnly and ordered in an unquestionable tone: "Galarik, take me to Thuringe and convene the Council of Elders!"

The seriousness of the High King and the banter of the Phoenix King on the dragon's back formed a sharp contrast, which made Galaric feel confused for a moment. Why on earth were the two monarchs who were least likely to appear in the Dreadnought Castle at this moment? Together.

"Galarik!"

Thorgreen no longer had the time to explain to a peak gate guard. He had to quickly and immediately let Thuringe understand that staying here meant waiting to die.

"yes!"

The High King, who quickly followed the Hammer Warrior into the mountain fortress, glanced back at the giant dragon who was still in the hollow, and gave orders to the surrounding guards with some hesitation.

"Ignore this pointy-eared man, and continue your duties... follow his orders."

"But..."

"No buts! This is an order!"

The High King left in a hurry, leaving only Imrick alone in the position where the mustache was on alert.

Imrick jumped off the dragon's back and looked thoughtfully at the group of peak gate guards, most of whom were slightly injured. Although the Iron Hammer Warrior is the highest title for warriors in the dwarf society, only the respected long beards are qualified to participate in some highly honorable positions.

The peak gate guards are as important as the Iron Breaker Warriors who guard the tunnels and enjoy a very high reputation.

"Did the greenskins attack the Dreadnought Fort?"

No one responded to the Phoenix King's words, which made him change his language. After all, he couldn't always think that the other party was a natural translator.

"You dwarves, you are in such a mess. Who beat you so badly?"

"Shut up, damn it..."

Imrik's unfriendly eyes always reminded the dwarves who were talking that the elves in front of you were not adventurers that you could see on the roadside at any time. If you said the wrong thing, you would pay a heavy price. (End of this chapter)