Chapter 853 For Varaya
Belegar threw down the elf stuff, spat a mouthful of beer-laced saliva on the ground, and muttered some of the worst curse words among dwarves.
It has been half a year since the construction of Karak Budar's Rainbow Bridge was completed, and he has been in deep suffering for the past six months.
Torek Ironbrow, who originally admired him very much, seemed to have changed when he talked about the lizardmen, from a staunch revivalist to a trash who worshiped his race.
The pointy-eared Elvis, who was originally somewhat humane, seems to have changed his mentality a lot. He initially regarded the Angland clan as a valuable partner, but as time went by, he gradually evolved into a tool.
He has two choices in his hands. The first is the marriage letter sent by the King of Brass Castle. As long as Belegar is willing, Brass Castle will send troops to drive the pointed ears and cold-blooded beasts out of Karak Budar, and they will run the high-quality food here. Timber, providing a large amount of materials for the Angland clan, focusing on regaining the Eight Peaks Mountain.
This was like a fool's suggestion. At first, Baile was filled with enthusiasm. Not only did he want the claim to Bafeng Mountain, he also wanted the only one he could use, Budar.
The second choice is the Golden Oath City, which Thorgrim has called for attack. The High King is willing to give the Angrond clan a lot of support in this matter.
But I am afraid that the real purpose is to drive the Angland clan out of Karak Budar so that Belegar has no intention of getting entangled in this place.
"Raised by a group of goblins..."
Belegar squeezed the parchment in his hand, feeling extremely humiliated. He originally wanted to ask Imric for an explanation, but he handed over the responsibility to the High King without even thinking about it.
As the true representative of Caledor, the Dragon Court has not made any statement on Karak Budar. This is a matter between the Malorian Chamber of Commerce to protect the Angland clan and the Caledor Civil Knights. The prince has no authority. Interfering with the actions of a religious group.
Especially after the Sotigo sect led by Tehenhoin entered, it should be more sufficient.
Want to talk to the leader of the lizard people and ask the Sotek Cult to find another place?
Then you can go to Hesiota and find Master Ma to see if the big toad will backhand the Angland clan with a Casadora comet to make the body stronger.
The helpless Belegar felt extremely sad in his heart. He stared at the proposal from Copper Mountain Castle in his hand for a long time, but in the end he still did not make a decision.
A knock on the door came from outside the house. Angland's personal guards wearing thick meteorite plate armor entered the house with Belegar's permission and said in a heavy tone,
"The King, Master Torek, would like to meet with you."
Putting down the parchment and putting it back into the ancestral rune wooden box, Belegar's beard was trembling a little at this moment, as if he was smiling, but his eyes were filled with anger.
"He, what else do I have to talk about with him? A rune master who worships cold-blooded beasts as his ancestors really brings shame to Iron Peak Castle."
The guard did not respond, waiting silently for the king's complaint to end. He only needed an answer, go or not go.
Belegar sighed deeply, but he still didn't want to offend the rune master. The heavy responsibility on his shoulders made him pay attention to everyone who was willing to support him, let alone Master Torek, who had the highest prestige in the mountains.
After walking out of the house, the king saw many compatriots scattered about maintaining the hill fort. Their casual attitude undoubtedly proved that they did not want to do it at all.
The elves and lizardmen left the main part of the mountain castle to the Angland clan, but the important forests, mines, and rivers had nothing to do with the claimed owners of this place.
Seeing this, Belegar reluctantly encouraged the tribe to work harder. Even though he was doubting whether it would be useful, since he already had the title of King Karak Budar, he could not sit back and watch it continue to be dilapidated.
Torek's temporary workshop is very close to the surface where the Lizardmen are located, and also very close to the Cold Lizard camp of the Sotek Sect.
Belegar saw the bloodthirsty beast with his own eyes, staring at the two hundred kilograms of flesh and blood on his head with hungry eyes, as if he wanted to taste the taste of the dwarves.
The king was even more dissatisfied with Torek, which was just the most inconspicuous epitome of the cruel side of the lizard people.
After witnessing the launching ceremony of the Rainbow Bridge for a race that mainly relied on living sacrifices, he deeply realized how barbaric this race was, which was originally highly praised in the Mountain Kingdom because of Torek's spread of miracles.
Fortunately, the cold lizards of Lustria were barely more intelligent than their close relatives in Nagaros. Under the guidance of the skink lizards, they did not point their fangs at the dwarves.
A routine cold lizard patrol, under the command of the leader of the red-crowned skink, set out from the dry and dark cave to look for possible rat figures around.
By the time Belegar made way for the Cold Lizard patrol, an hour had passed since Torek's message.
After walking into the workshop made of yellow rocks, Belega saw the rune master who was studying a black and gray stone slab. Judging from the focused expression, it must be extremely important.
The assistant handed King Budar a glass of Bergmann beer and asked him to rest temporarily on a low chair next to him. Then he left, leaving the workshop to the two of them.
Belega, who was drinking beer, began to observe the internal structure of this workshop. It was quite different from the traditional dwarf workshops. The proportion of meteorite iron was not heavy, but there were more obsidian, volcanic rocks, brass, gold, and more. There are some molds that have never been seen before.
According to Belegar's experience in the Malorian Chamber of Commerce, he also saw Ulthuan's unique star iron and Ysramasilver.
"You should be angry, especially with me."
The sudden sound drew Belegar's attention from the layout of the workshop to Torek, but he found that the rune master was still lowering his head to study the stone slab.
He put down his beer and expressed his attitude in a very forced way.
"The threat posed by the Sotek Sect to the rats is obvious to all. As a member of the dwarves, the Angland clan is naturally willing to sacrifice some trivial interests for the Kingdom of the Mountains. There is no need to talk about being angry."
Torek chuckled, and the beard that reached his chest began to tremble with the laughter.
"A member of the dwarves... If it were me in the past, I would have the same idea as you. No matter what the cost, we must drive the elves and lizardmen out of the mountain fortress."
The rune master put down the slate and turned his gaze to Belegar, his eyes becoming extremely serious.
“But what I experienced in Lustria made me understand that if the Mountain Kingdom wants to continue, it must not be entangled in the mountain fortress that has long lost its value.
It is natural that you are angry at me. No matter from any angle, Bodar has become a nest of cold-blooded creatures, and I am the one who rationalizes all this. "
Under Belega's puzzled gaze, Torek walked to the wooden table where the tools were placed, picked up a chisel used for carving stone slabs and played with it, sighing with some reminiscence,
"Most of our compatriots are unaware of the threat posed by the Skaven. They are the cancer of the world. As long as the time is right, they can eat up the world and turn it into a paradise with only the residue.
I don’t expect you now to understand all this. But the fate of the Angland clan is about to come. Eight Peaks Mountain is your long-cherished wish, and it is also my long-cherished wish.
Just this once, please believe that everything I do is for the future of the Mountain Kingdom, not only for you, but also for Varaya. "
After hearing Torek's illogical revelation, Belegar's eyes flickered for a long time, as if he was considering whether these words were credible.
Perhaps the mention of the Mother Goddess touched his heart, or perhaps he thought that Torek still had a sense of dwarf honor and could not deceive him in the name of Valaya.
The leader of the Angland clan nodded reluctantly and said the same words,
"For the Kingdom of Mountains, for the Eight Peaks Mountains, and for Varaya." (End of this chapter)