The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 499 Lord Baylor

"You might as well make what you just said clearer and explain why you said our beliefs are different, and why you are so greedy for this wealth?"

Faced with Rohan's proposal to take a share of the pie, the surrounding dwarves who were already extremely sensitive to wealth and the suffering of their own race immediately exploded and stood up one after another and began to reprimand this behavior.

Perhaps in Luohan's view, the wealth of Gushan is a huge amount of extra money, and the dwarf forging knowledge contained in it is an even greater treasure.

But for those dwarves who didn't know what was going on, Rohan's unreasonable behavior was like dancing on the ancestral graves of the dwarves!

Indeed, they have not yet been able to figure out which clan this group of dwarves called the Turin Clan were descended from, but this does not affect their empathy with these similar people they have never met.

Because their homeland was occupied by the dragon, they were forced to live a wandering life. Finally, a dozen brave warriors embarked on a journey that was very likely to lead to death...

What could be a more inspiring fact for Egyptians than people coming home?

They have experienced the glory of the golden age and are also extremely noble. Why can't they help those poor people if necessary?

"Don't be nervous, my dear friends. Have you ever seen me betray the covenant and actively provoke a fight or war against the dwarves?"

Faced with this situation, Luo Han naturally thought of a response strategy early on and chose to explain carefully in a relatively gentle tone:

"I have understood your inner doubts. Lords, I am impressed by the sincerity and value you have shown for your fellow tribesmen, but it is obvious that such admiration has made you lose some of your goals.

I have prepared a strategy for you in advance. The ancestors of these dwarves are not from the same bloodline as you, but were created by a god named 'Aulë'. "

After saying that, he took out an article that he had translated in advance and placed it in front of the dwarves. The content above was clearly about the story of the creation of the seven dwarf races by the god of craftsman Auli privately tens of thousands of years ago.

Many dwarf kings came over with candles. Although they did not understand what the existence of Ilúvatar and Aulë was about, they could still roughly understand the content of the story.

Rohan has even seen many young dwarves frowning with gray brows. It is obvious that their stubborn characters cannot accept existences like the Durin family.

This gives Lohan the opportunity to provoke!

He didn't need to make up any lies in these stories separated by time and space. After all, the content of the article he wrote was completely true.

Of course, Rohan may have made a small amount of omissions in some sensitive places, but he was sure that these subtle differences would not be noticeable at all.

For example, he only vaguely mentioned that these dwarves were all created by Aulë, but the Spring and Autumn style of writing throughout the article kept implying that these dwarves only believed in Aulë and not the three dwarf gods;

For another example, there are only some brief descriptions of the wealth of Gushan, but they always exaggerate the strategic location of Gushan and the number of secret treasures contained in it.

It is no exaggeration to say that this article may seem unremarkable on the surface, but upon closer inspection, it is a book of sophistry that can satisfy even Tzeentch!

In order to persuade the dwarves to join him, Rohan can be said to have been carefully preparing for a long time, just to achieve the results like today!

Seeing that most of the dwarf kings were standing there without saying a word and thinking after reading the article, Rohan stood aside and waited patiently for a while before asking:

"I think you should have a rough understanding of the specific situation through this article, so I wonder what your intentions are about this?"

He believed that as long as these dwarves still regarded the glory of their ancestors as their top priority, they would definitely seek Lonely Mountain together with Rohan.

Sure enough, after hearing Rohan's inquiry, a dwarf patriarch who seemed to be about the same age as Erickson came forward with the support of others, and then asked him in an almost trembling tone:

"We can't tell whether what you said is true or false yet, but there is one thing I want to confirm to you, and you must swear an oath for your answer!"

"Please ask, I promise you based on my friendship with Supreme King Erickson, I will respond with the truth to the questions you asked next."

"Very good, very good... I just want to know one thing. That is the Turin dwarves you are talking about. They have really abandoned the three ancestral gods of the dwarves and turned to believe in a man named Aulë. Are you a guy?"

After saying that, the white-haired old dwarf stared at Rohan with wide eyes. Even his originally pale face seemed to have turned red due to anger.

Other dwarf patriarchs may be coveted by the incalculable wealth of the Lonely Mountain, or they may be moved by the various precious minerals or lost dwarf runes promised by Rohan.

But he is different!

As a dwarf of the older generation, he had actually seen some clues from Rohan's article, but he was indifferent to it.

The only thing he cares about is whether the glory of his ancestors is abandoned or even tarnished by those dwarves!

"Please allow me to think about how I should answer your question..."

Faced with this question, Rohan couldn't help but lower his head and think carefully for a moment. After all, he had made an oath, and his fate was already bound to Erickson.

If he's not careful, he will most likely be like His Majesty the Witch King in his next life. He needs to always be on guard against a flying ax suddenly appearing from nowhere and hitting his head!

After finally considering his words, Luo Han raised his head firmly, and then answered with a serious look:

"In their view, their creator is Mahar, the god of craftsmen Auli we just mentioned, who created them. As for the three ancestor gods who belong to the dwarves..."

Under the gazes of the other dwarf patriarchs present, Rohan just shrugged his shoulders rather coldly, and then said in a strange tone:

"Perhaps even the ancestors who first led them out of the mountains have long been forgotten, let alone the ancestor gods who have never appeared in their memories?"

As soon as these words came out, the entire Ancestral Hall of Eternal Peak instantly became silent, and even the stone statues of the three dwarf ancestor gods in the hall became inexplicably majestic at this moment.

They obviously did not expect that someone would dare to say such treacherous words in front of the statues of their ancestors!

The white-haired old dwarf was silent for a moment, and then suddenly he covered his chest with grief. Finally, while the other dwarves around him were in a hurry, he shouted with hatred:

"Heretics! Naked heretics! They are just as abominable as the Chaos Dwarves who are rumored to live in the Demonic Land. These guys who have forgotten their ancestors must pay the price in blood!"

"Father! Come to the doctor quickly!"

"Someone come and help, he's passed out!"

…    While he was talking, he saw that the old dwarf, who was already about to reach the end of his life, passed out because of anger. At this moment, there seemed to be no movement at all.

The doctors who came after hearing the news were anxiously conducting examinations, and many dwarves began to cry pessimistically. Erickson even opened the book of hatred angrily, and was ready to give it to the man who had never been masked before. The Durin dwarves made a note of it.

One of their highly respected clan leaders was angry to death before they even met formally. I will remember this grudge!

"Ahem, let me give it a try. Maybe there is a way to save his soul."

Seeing the chaos unfolding in the hall of Eternal Peak, Luo Han, as the culprit, couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but at the same time he also felt slightly worried.

If he was really mad at him, would he really turn into a dead soul and keep chasing him?

In order to ensure that he would not be entangled by a pale and senile male ghost in the future, Rohan finally walked quickly to the old dwarf, and then began to do it under the expectant eyes of the other dwarves.

"Transfer my grace to him..."

Rohan gently placed his hands on the old dwarf's chest, and then began to slowly pass on the pure life force in his body to the other person.

Thanks to the role of the Redwood Throne, Rohan's body now almost contains enough vitality to keep an entire forest in bloom during the winter, so saving a dwarf is naturally a piece of cake.

As for this mantra, although it sounds like the elf is transferring its lifespan to the other party, in fact it is just a mantra that the light elf uses to pray for blessings when casting spells.

Because it sounds very bluffing, Rohan will repeat this sentence in common language every time he casts a spell, and it can also brush up the favorability of the dwarves. Why not?

"Ha-ha-am I still alive?"

Not long after, the old dwarf who seemed to have passed away woke up with a red face, and then he was able to stand up from the ground without relying on the followers around him, looking much younger.

I don't know if it was because he was too weak, so after he woke up, the old dwarf immediately came to the dining table and started to eat without any scruples in front of other people.

It didn't take long for the old dwarf to lie down on the chair and burp. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep with a smile. Even the muscles all over his body seemed to be fuller.

"Wonderful...wonderful rejuvenation!"

"Such a medical miracle must have been blessed by the female dwarf Valaya, one of the three ancestral gods!"

"Of course this is also due to the contribution of our elf friend. Let's raise our glasses together to celebrate the team leader's successful cure, and at the same time thank our friend!"

The surrounding dwarves were all shocked by this magical scene. They raised their glasses in the direction of Rohan and began to celebrate. However, they were surprised to find that Rohan's steps seemed a bit vain.

Yes, after all, being able to achieve a miracle like bringing the dead back to life must have paid a certain price as a spell caster, right?

Erickson was also aware of Rohan's situation, so he took the initiative to stand up from the throne and asked him gratefully:

"My friend, although I don't know what price you paid for this, I still hope that you can survive and have a good night's rest. I will be responsible for the rest."

"Isn't it a problem? Maybe you need some explanations from me..."

"No situation is more important than your health right now. Come on, our friends go back to the room and have a good rest. I will personally be responsible for the next meeting!"

Erickson interrupted Lohan's words unceremoniously, and then called the waiter to take Lohan down to rest, without noticing the imperceptible joy at the bottom of Lohan's eyes.

The reason why he did this was of course the guilt in his heart and the friendship with the dwarf, but it was also because he really didn't want to spend any more time in the hall.

Now that he had left all the problems to the High King, he could finally go back to his room to digest it, and find an excuse to sneak away to visit his family and the relocation of Nagarond.

ha? You mean the loss caused by healing?

That was just a pretense. After all, even extending the life of a dying dwarf was just a sprinkling of water for him. At most, he could recover by staying on the throne for a few minutes.

Now, he only needs to wait patiently for the meeting in the Ancestor Hall of Eternal Peak to end, and then he can take the selected dwarf coalition to Arda to jointly prepare for the great cause of Lonely Mountain!

————A week later, Eternal Peak

"So... are you sure you want to go with me? If I remember correctly, you seem to have your own things to deal with, right?"

The crowd in the Eternal Peak Hall had already dispersed, leaving only some clan leaders who were closer to the temple and were still staying here, preparing to discuss other matters with the Supreme King.

In the hall at this moment, Rohan was looking at the young dwarf in front of him with the family war chess on his back with some hesitation, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"You and your ancestors both shoulder the same heavy responsibility. Logically speaking, among the team leaders, you should be the one who should least go on an expedition to an unfamiliar territory, right?"

"You're right, but I'm short of money."

"Uh... is it so straightforward? Isn't there some other travel that drives you?"

Facing Rohan's question, the young patriarch just shrugged silently, and then turned to look at the red hammer flag on a blue background with a hint of pain in his eyes.

But then he regained his composure, and then turned to look at Rohan with firm eyes, revealing an incredible calmness in his words:

"Let me go. My tribe and I can conclude a military alliance agreement with you. I just ask that you can give me certain support when I take back my hometown of Bafeng Mountain!"

　PS: My two feet are still hurting. The cold current now makes my hands feel cold even when typing. Is this because my limbs are sealed?

　　

　

(End of this chapter)