Chapter 971 Ancestral Expeditionary Force

"Have you heard that the white dwarf appears in Eternal Peak?"

Mustache, who thought he had first-hand information, muttered to others in a voice that could be heard clearly by everyone in the tavern.

The White Dwarf is the eternal hero of the Mountain Kingdom. Anyone from any clan will express the highest respect when they see this warrior with a white beard that reaches his knees.

Because he is...

Another man with a mustache, Ben, who was drinking wine, smiled disdainfully and said, "Your news has long been out of date. The white dwarf not only appeared in Eternal Peak, but also revealed his identity. He is Snow..."

The man with a long, graying beard pressed the wine barrel against the table, interrupting the mustache's disrespectful remarks.

"The white dwarf is His Majesty the First Supreme King - Snorri Whitebeard. When Littlebeard talks about his ancestors, he really doesn't know what awe is."

Longbeard's words discouraged Littlebeard. The Mountain Kingdom uses age as a social level, and a person who is over 6,000 years old and is the living ancestor of the youngest son of Granni and Valaya, I am afraid that High King Thorgrin will see it. You must also address Your Majesty with respect.

The long-bearded boss snorted coldly. As the person with the most circulation of information, he knew much better than these rangers who could only live everywhere. Even if he was in Golden Oath City, he could figure out what happened at Eternal Peak.

He took out a one-handed hammer from under the counter. This item passed down from ancestors has never faded and is as hard as the pride of dwarves.

He held the one-handed hammer in his strong hand and pounded the counter hard. Changsu didn't care at all that this thing was his property, and roared at the chaotic tavern with an open voice.

"Now I, old Thorin, will tell you something. His Majesty the White Dwarf Grimblindel, in the name of revenge for Malekith, the oathbreaker in the Book of Hatred, is gathering an expeditionary force to prepare for the invasion of Eternal Peak. Let’s go to Naggaroth!

All Sons of the Mountain who aspire to liquidate the oldest entries in the Book of Hatred can participate. I understand that Master Torek Ironbrow has led the Restoration Brotherhood to answer His Majesty's call, as well as those who have sworn to fight for the honor of the Dwarves. The Iron-Smashing Warriors of the Nogorelin Clan, the Haimenguan Tiao Gang, the Kaderin Giant Butchers, the Bafeng Mountain Abyss Guard..."

A dwarf who didn't know much about the situation of the Angland clan raised his hand, "Old Thorin, the Angland clan still has the energy to respond to His Majesty the White Dwarf's expedition? His Majesty Belegar can always call on the wandering clans to settle in the Eight Peaks Mountain. "

Old Thorin hit the counter with a hammer with one hand. Under his force, half of the wooden table turned into pieces. Some of the delicious beer originally placed underneath flowed along the wood chips, making it look like it was not wasted.

But Nagasu didn't care about the wine and was filled with righteous indignation to rectify the name of the Angland clan.

"No dwarf can refuse His Majesty the White Dwarf's call for war. No matter how destitute the clan is and the treasures left by the ancestors have been taken away by goblin thieves, as long as there is an ax in hand, the oldest hatred in the Book of Great Hatred must be cleared away. !”

These words made everyone in the tavern start to stir up emotions. During the reign of His Majesty Thor Green, many entries in the Book of Hatred have been liquidated. Regarding the matter of Caledor, the Pointed-Eared Kingdom, in the last King of the Mountains A conclusion was reached during the meeting.

Kill Malekith first, eliminate Caledor's help to the Angrond clan, and then worry about everything in the battle of revenge.

Nagasu kicked away the wooden board blocking the road in front of him, raised the one-handed hammer in his hand,

"I'm going to the Eternal Peak to answer the call of His Majesty the White Dwarf. If you little beardies want to be recognized by your ancestors, you'd better not embarrass us."

Just do what you say, this is the way of the dwarves. Old Thorin didn't care about how many things were left in the tavern. He walked towards the door alone. It seemed that he was preparing to show off in front of his ancestors, and took the lead in taking down Malekith. The head is broken off.

This move caused many dwarves to shout wildly. They drank the last sip of wine from the barrel and ran hurriedly thinking about the location of home. Battle axes, shields and steel armor were enough for the dwarves to stand in the center of the battlefield.

Similar scenes appeared in all the mountain fortresses, even the most distant Dulong City. After hearing the call of His Majesty the White Dwarf, they resolutely sent out a team of elite demon slayers just to prove that even if they were far away from the center of the mountain kingdom, they could Never forget the precepts of our ancestors.

But although the emotions were extremely high, the actual situation was only known to Thor Green, the controller of the Mountain Kingdom.

The High King frowned and looked at the list of people entering the Eternal Peak in his hand. Only the second time the white dwarf issued the summons, the guest house was almost filled with warriors coming from Torrent Pass and Butcher's Fort.

Among them, the Butcher's Castle had the largest number. The Butcher, who only had two protective gears, a vibranium belt and iron boots, seemed to know his life's mission.

Those who take the Butcher's Oath are meant to wash away their sins and grievances under the gaze of their ancestors, but who can tell clearly about the gaze of their ancestors? If they die in a corner, they may not be able to enter Gazul's palace at all.

But if you die in the eyes of the White Dwarves, it is undoubtedly the greatest honor, and the cause of death is revenge for the oathbreaker Malekith. Under the double motivation, except for the butcher controlled by Agrim of the Dragonbeard clan, the entire Kaderin family Almost all the outlaws moved to Eternal Peak.

Thorgreen pretended not to notice minor incidents such as trouble. It was easy for trouble to happen in places where butchers gathered, but thinking about these thousands of butchers gave him a headache.

Thousands are not a small number. They are comparable to some small mountain fortresses. They cannot be allowed to die in Nagaroth. This is the judgment of the Supreme King.

Send elites to Naggaroth together?

Emotionally speaking, Thorgreen agrees with this idea, but after practical consideration, he thinks it is not feasible.

After the rapid expansion of the territory of the Mountain Kingdom, a large number of areas required personnel to be stationed. The iron-breaking warriors of Eternal Peak almost took on the defense task of the entire tunnel alone. There was no spare army to follow the white dwarves to clear up.

The frowning High King sighed, "Time is too hasty. It would be nice if we could wait a generation."

Norglin, the champion warrior of the Drakduraz clan, opened the office door and saw the frowning Supreme King. His originally turbulent emotions calmed down a little, and he forced himself to swallow the words that were about to come out of his throat.

But apart from joining the expeditionary force, he didn't know what to say, so he could only stand by the door like a fool.

Thorgreen sighed again, "Can you please let me worry a little? Although I am also very moved, if it were not the Supreme King, I would definitely be the first to respond to the call of the ancestors."

"Tell me, do you want to join the ancestors' expeditionary force?"

Noglin nodded with difficulty and asked a little tentatively, "Your Majesty, the oathbreaker must be liquidated. Since he took the initiative to show up on the elven island, he must have appeared from the Black Spire. This is the best time." (End of Chapter)