The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 220 Dwarf High King

"It's the looter of Norsca, you run, I'll stop him!"

"Pushkin, you go through the back door, mother stays behind to delay time, go!"

"roar~"

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After an unknown amount of time, Pushkin woke up from the nightmare covered in cold sweat, and suddenly remembered his situation, so he hurriedly got up to check the situation.

Through the cold night light and the surrounding bonfires, he realized that he was actually in a cave, and around the bonfire, a series of short but stalwart figures were cooking soup.

The brown-red or off-white long beards were chasing after their chests, and the armor gleaming with dim runes looked extraordinarily gorgeous under the moonlight.

Isn't this the legendary description of the dwarves living in the mountains? !

Seeing these dwarf warriors who were much shorter than himself, Pushkin was so frightened that he hurriedly picked up the wooden stick that was put aside, and asked in a scared voice:
"Great Ursun, are you the legendary...dwarves?"

"Oh? The little guy is awake, do you want to try my handicraft? Our broth is definitely a must!"

A long-bearded dwarf in ornate iron armor heard Pushkin's voice and brought a bowl of broth with a smile, indifferent to the stick facing him.

Seeing that the dwarf didn't seem hostile to him, and that the dwarf had saved him before, Pushkin slowly put down his guard and took the wooden bowl from the opponent's hand instead.

The tangy aroma spread to the tip of his nose, which made him forget to drink the soup for a while, but stood there blankly holding the bowl.

The long-bearded dwarf was obviously not surprised by this situation. He sighed, stepped forward and patted Pushkin on the shoulder...waist, and then comforted him:

"Drink, poor child, there is something in the stomach that can warm the body, and there will be opportunities for revenge in the future."

Hearing the comforting voice of the long-bearded dwarf, Pushkin once again recalled what happened to him in the past week.

The tragic death of his parents and the cub's screams before he died finally overwhelmed this teenage boy. He couldn't help but sat on the ground, sobbing softly while drinking soup.

The dwarves around heard the boy's crying, and all cast pitiful and comforting eyes.

Since entering the territory of Kislev, they have witnessed countless horrific purgatory on earth, as well as massacred villages one after another.

The long-bearded dwarf sighed again, then turned around and entered a tent, and said solemnly to the majestic short figure inside:
"Great High King, it seems that the content of the appeal letter from Tsar Kislev is completely true. Human beings cannot resist this evil chaos invasion alone!"

Before the dwarf known as the [Supreme King] could reply, a dwarf warrior with a short beard also entered the tent and cursed in an almost angry tone:

"Uncle Erickson, those kings have no plans to come to support at all, and even the amount of weapons and supplies they sent is far from enough. They are simply a group of short-sighted people!"

"Yes father, those kings dared to disobey the order of the High King, they are simply traitors of the dwarves!"

"This crime should be written in the book of hate!"

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Along with the young dwarf's angry yelling, other dwarves in the camp also complained, obviously extremely dissatisfied with the dwarf kings who were obedient to others.

[Respect your ancestors, obey the king, carry your weapons proudly, fear no enemies, hate green skins, and doubt elves, so you will be safe. 】

This is a dwarven proverb from after the War of Vengeance (the War of Longbeard), and the emphasis is almost always on the dwarven way of doing things.

But now, these kings dare to disobey the order of the High King, and even dare to disobey the oath after receiving a clear order. This is simply a blasphemy against the ancestors!
"Let's talk about the kingdoms when I come back. The most important thing now is to solve Kislev's plight."

Looking at his angry son and nephew, [Dwarf High King] Erickson also showed anger and helplessness on his face.

Before the real battle had officially begun, these kings began to despise his central authority and showed considerable stinginess, which is indeed very hateful.

These kings just want to hide in their castles, hoping that one day Chaos will recede and they will survive the disaster.

But I don't know how can there be such a good thing in the world?

In Erickson's view, if he wants to survive in this world that is gradually going to destruction, only by uniting all forces can he survive in this cruel world.

When he had just inherited the [Supreme King] position, there was a young elf named 'Fennuba' who had come to Eternal Peak.

Not only did he become the first elf to come to Eternal Peak since the War of Vengeance, but he later became the Phoenix King (hush), working hard to repair the relationship between elves and dwarves.

Now, Finubar even allows dwarves and humans to live in the elven city - Lothern, which has never happened before!
But now, even the elves and dwarves can reach a temporary consensus, why can't these dwarf kings unite for the common problem of survival?

Thinking of this, Erickson couldn't help but sighed again, then looked at the map in front of him and introduced:
"According to the news Madam Kisley gave us, their army has already assembled in Prago, and they will join us in a decisive battle against Chaos on the giant bridge outside the city."

"Great, finally able to kill those damned demons!"

"Don't be careless. According to the information sent back by the ranger and the helicopter, it is a chaotic army composed of thousands of demon troops and tens of thousands of Norscans. This force cannot be underestimated."

Erickson's face was full of sorrow. If he could gather the power of several great kingdoms, then he could at least gather thousands of dwarf warriors, enough to face these chaotic demons!

But now, without volunteers from other kingdoms, Erickson could only lead hundreds of dwarf warriors from Eternal Peak to support Kislev, and they were destined to suffer heavy casualties.

After thinking for a long time, Erickson finally raised his head firmly, and said seriously to his heirs around him:

"The next battle is destined to be very difficult, but we must not leave Kislev alone, the human tsar trusts us, we must respond!
Let the soldiers bring up all their belongings, rifled muskets, troll hammers, organ guns, and those damned demons have some color to see! "

"Aww! In the name of Grimnir, fight to the death!"

The sons of the High King roared and left the camp, and one of the young dwarves who followed the shout was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Erickson.

Looking at the sturdy dwarf boy in front of him, the High King had a smile on his face, and said in a voice as gentle as possible:

"I promised that your father will take good care of you. I won't say nonsense about not going to the battlefield, but I also hope that you will protect yourself while fighting bravely on the battlefield."

"Don't worry uncle, I will teach those demons a profound lesson!"

The young dwarf patted the rune battle ax on his waist firmly, which made Erickson feel as if he saw his good brother who passed away.

For this nephew whom he regarded as his own, Erickson patted the other's shoulder with satisfaction, and said with emotion:

"Well, I believe you will not disappoint me... Thorgreen!"

(End of this chapter)