The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 500 The powerful white-robed wizard

Belegar Ironhammer, the current leader of the Angrond clan, is a tall and straight young warrior from a dwarf perspective. He is also the successor of the dwarf fortress, Eight Peaks Mountain.

It sounds very noble, but the experience of the dwarf king, nicknamed 'Lord Baelor', is actually quite similar to Thorin Oakenshield:

As early as hundreds of years ago, the Angland clan had to leave the Eight Peaks Mountains due to the constant harassment of greenskins and ratmen, and began to wander among various mountain ranges.

However, although most dwarf clans are willing to offer help, they always have to regretfully refuse because they also face the threat of war.

What's more, when it comes to war, which dwarf kingdom in the world is not on the verge of war?

During this period, the Angrond clan also tried to regain their homeland. Belegar's ancestors had all sworn an oath to try to regain the Eight Peaks Mountain, but these efforts ended in failure.

After all, the dwarf clan that escaped from the Eight Peaks Mountains in the past has long been turned into a piece of scattered sand, wandering in various dwarf kingdoms in the World's Edge Mountains.

Although the hammer warriors of the Angrond clan are powerful and fearless, this dwarf army, which can number over a thousand, needs to fight hundreds of thousands of greenskins and ratmen in the Eight Peaks Mountain...

That's a bit desperate!

Rohan had also heard about the dwarf master of Bafeng Mountain, but because of this, he was very puzzled by the king's willingness to lead his people to another world with him.

Compared to the Lonely Mountain, shouldn't the Angland clan's goal be more focused on the Eight Peaks Mountain?

"I know your doubts, Elf. Although the Angland clan always hopes to regain its homeland, I also know very well that this is not something we can do alone."

Belegar obviously saw Rohan's doubts, so he shrugged his shoulders and the Hammer of Angrond without hesitation, and explained:

“I want to summon the lost clans to return to the Eight Peaks Mountain with me, but that means I have to spend a lot of money to purchase weapons and armor, and to face that kind of number of enemies, I also need a lot of firearms.

It costs money to recruit soldiers, and it also costs money to buy equipment. As for dealing with those engineering masters, it is a gold-spreading business. These alone are enough to drain the Angland clan's family fortune.

If what you said about the treasures in the Lonely Mountain is true, then our Angrond clan will be your staunch allies from now on, and we will arrange troops to be stationed in the Lonely Mountain to support you against Archaon. "

Having said this, Belega took the lead in raising his head and looking at Rohan with expectant eyes. It was obvious that he was really extremely poor before the proud dwarf patriarch chose to sell his force in exchange for money.

In order to regain the Bafeng Mountain of his ancestors, he has given up everything about himself!

Even Rohan and the High King couldn't say much at this moment, so they could only helplessly turn their eyes to Erickson, who was so moved that his eyes were red, and at the same time took out a contract and said:

"Don't forget that you have also been selected as one of the twelve successors to the Supreme King. This expedition will most likely cost you this opportunity to fight for the throne. I hope you will not regret it."

The reason why he said this was because if Belegar could really take over the throne of the High King before Thorgreen returned, then he could mobilize the entire dwarf society to take back the Eight Peaks Mountain.

In this case, although the treasure of the Lonely Mountain is equally important to the Angland clan, it seems quite insignificant in front of the throne of Eternal Peak.

Facing Rohan's advice, Belega just silently accepted the contract that Rohan had given him, and then patiently held the contract and murmured:

"...The Angland clan will go with the elves to prepare to occupy the Lonely Mountain. At that time, the Lonely Mountain will be the territory of the Angland clan and sign a military alliance with Rohan. At the same time, the Angland clan will obtain the Lonely Mountain. Three-quarters of the treasure... Well, it’s quite a bargain, right?”

Obviously, compared to the throne of the High King, Belegar was completely moved by the treasure promised by Rohan at this moment, so much so that the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

There is no way, as a member of the dwarf clan who has been wandering for hundreds of years, Angland is too poor now.

There is basically no possibility of losing money on this transaction. After all, if the amount of treasures in Gushan is less than he expected, then the Angland clan can at least harvest a large-scale mine.

Although it's not Bafeng Mountain, it can at least ease the logistics supply, right?

"I agree to this contract. After I complete the mobilization of all the troops in the clan, you can take us out!"

After confirming the benefits that the Angland clan could gain from this contract, Belegar signed the contract without hesitation, and finally turned around and left, leaving behind a rather dashing figure.

As a military family, the Anglande clan has lost its former glory, but it is still able to mobilize a powerful army of thousands of people.

This time, he wants to bet everything on the Angland clan!

Rohan also signed the contract under the witness of Erickson. Finally, he gently patted his old friend on the shoulder, injected a faint vitality into it and said with a smile. :

"May your beard grow longer and longer, my friend, and I hope you can find a suitable candidate for the throne the next time we meet."

"Oh~ thank you, I really don't know how to praise the elf, so I wish your legs will get longer and longer..."

Erickson could faintly feel that his body seemed to be getting better. He was about to raise his head to thank him, but found that Rohan had left Eternal Peak at some point.

After scanning the stone statues in the Hall of Ancestors with his eyes, Erickson finally sighed secretly, smoothed his white beard that was now smooth and plump again, and closed his eyes.

Friendship...I really hope this friendship can last forever~

——Rivendell, Jungle Courtyard

"Are you sure what you did is right, Gandalf? That evil dragon has been sleeping for more than sixty years. What if your plan fails and the beast is awakened? Who will deal with it?"

"What if it succeeds? If the dwarves can retake Lonely Mountain, it will be beneficial to our defense of the east!"

"This is a dangerous game, Gandalf!"

"This is certainly a risky move, honorable Lord Elrond, but don't you think it would be more dangerous for us to just sit there and wait for death?"

……

Under the intricate courtyard of Rivendell, two tall figures were strolling under the moonlight, and at the same time, a rather fierce quarrel was constantly breaking out. Through the exchange, it was not difficult to tell that the two figures debating were the initiator of the dwarf expedition—Gandalf the Gray, and the lord of Rivendell—Elrond.

And the object of their quarrel is naturally the dwarf expedition team formed hastily!

"Thorin Oakenshield has already determined his plan to take back his homeland. He will not think that anyone needs to be responsible for his next actions, just like I don't need to be responsible now."

Gandalf stubbornly followed Elrond with his staff, obviously he did not think there was anything wrong with his behavior in forming the expedition.

However, he didn't know at this moment that the times far to the east of the Misty Mountains had changed, and they had changed drastically!

"You don't need to explain to me, there's someone else you need to explain to!"

Elrond was obviously a little annoyed by Gandalf's stubbornness, so he simply took him to the highest point of Rivendell's courtyard and cast his eyes on the graceful figure at the top:

The tall figure of nearly two meters was hidden under the hazy white gauze dress, and the bright hair shining with a faint golden light even eclipsed the moonlight falling in the sky.

There is no doubt that that is the lord's wife of the Golden Forest, the holder of the Ring of Water, and a member of the Hundred Paths Council - Galadriel!

"Mithrandil, long time no see."

"Lady Galadriel, I had no idea Lord Elrond actually invited you here?"

Gandalf looked at the elegant and noble female elf in front of him with some surprise. Even his originally dull face was smiling at this moment.

He made Galadriel's acquaintance long before the Noldor left Valinor, and the friendship remained till the time of separation.

That's why he felt so happy when he saw his old friend.

But as another familiar old voice came from behind, the smile on Gandalf's face, who originally turned to look at Elrond, immediately dissipated:

"It wasn't him who invited me, it was me."

After hearing this voice, Gandalf's peaceful face that was originally full of smiles suddenly became twisted. Then under Elrond's teasing gaze, he reluctantly put on an elegant business smile and turned around:

"Saruman the White..."

"You seem to be very busy lately, my old friend."

Saruman greeted him in a slightly slow voice as usual, but Gandalf felt an inexplicable uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

Of course, as a gray-robed wizard, he would not feel any dissatisfaction with the white-robed wizard, but this instinctive incompatibility still made Gandalf feel an inexplicable disgust.

This was not because he felt strange because he didn't like the other person, but because Saruman... seemed to have changed?

Thinking of this, Gandalf couldn't help but raise his head slightly and look at the white-robed wizard in front of him:

Saruman seems to have not changed at all as before. The gorgeous white robe and the staff next to him don't look any different, but there seems to be some carbon dust on his feet?

There seemed to be a touch of yellow among the carbon ash, which inevitably made Gandalf, who was originally at odds with Saruman, have wild thoughts:

Could it be that the majestic white-robed wizard Saruman would still sit by the fire like the farmers beside the road, warming their feet because the weather was too cold?

"Aren't you going to tell us about your plan? Or are you confident that your plan or strategy will not be discovered by outsiders?"

As if aware of Gandalf's gaze, Saruman couldn't help but reveal a touch of alertness and disgust in his eyes, and then he secretly covered his feet with his white robe and asked.

Gandalf also realized that his behavior seemed to be a violation of other people's privacy, so he quickly looked away, and then responded quite seriously:

"Being discovered...of course not. I was just doing what I thought was right."

As early as when he was preparing for this expedition, he was already prepared to be challenged by Saruman, so he prepared his defense in advance.

He believes that he can convince everyone in the White Council no matter what, even just convincing Galadriel is enough!

However, contrary to Gandalf's expectation, Saruman did not show any difficulty at this moment. Instead, he just sneered rather ironically, and then said in a stern tone:

"The right thing? Do you want to say that it is the right thing to let the dwarves wake up a dragon that has been sleeping for sixty years? Or do you think that the unknown White Oak in the Misty Mountains will stand by and watch, or do you think that it is the right thing to let the dwarves wake up a dragon that has been sleeping for sixty years? The unknown darkness?

The Orcs dared to bravely cross the Misty Mountains to destroy human towns. The overt and covert fight between the Comet Twins is about to intensify. Now even the dragons are about to be awakened by your reckless actions.

It has been so long, my friend, haven't you seen that the power of darkness has gradually begun to rise, and you are destroying our last chance to accumulate strength? "

As soon as these words came out, not to mention Gandalf and Elrond, even Galadriel, who was looking at the scenery next to him, couldn't help but turn his head and look at Saruman, his eyes full of strange eyes.

After so many years of not seeing each other, has Saruman actually become so wise and vigilant?

Facing Saruman's questioning, even Gandalf, who had prepared many self-defense words in advance, couldn't help but be a little speechless, so he could only whisper in a slightly embarrassed voice:

"Well... I think we have spent hundreds of years of peace. Although it is a vigilant peace, I think in a short period of time..."

"Peace?! Open your eyes that are dazed by tobacco, and take a good look at this world. Ogres have come down from the mountains, and Orcs are attacking humans on the road. Does this look like peace?"

Saruman sternly touched the ground with his staff. The majesty and power of the white-robed wizard was clearly revealed at this moment. Gandalf even felt that Saruman's power was even stronger than before.

Of course, that inexplicable feeling of disgust also rose from his heart again!

"I have heard that Radagast seems to have given you something. Take it out and let me take a look."

"……Yes."

The order from the leader of wizards forced Gandalf to obediently place an object wrapped in leather on the table. This feeling of being controlled by Saruman in every way made his eyes show a hint of frustration.

However, Gandalf did not see it at this moment. Saruman was looking at his face that was a little weird because of the frustration. The uncontrollable trembling mouth corners and ecstatic eyes revealed all this. .

He is laughing!

(End of this chapter)