Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 894 The struggling heart

Belegar, who had no intention of paying attention to what Masnow said, only had one doubt in his mind, what exactly was Imrik and Thorgrin plotting.

Noglin's attitude was obvious. For the sake of the dwarves' righteousness, he could not make a clear refutation of the effective action of recovering the Golden Oath City. After approving the railway transportation plan, he immediately put forward opinions on some matters explained by Masno.

This clearly means that Eternal Peak has no objection to regaining Golden Oath City, but spending too much energy here is definitely not what the High King wants to see.

If the matter of Karak Bodar made Belegar prejudiced against the relationship between Thorgreen and the elves, judging from the situation of the war meeting, Eternal Peak and Caledor both have their own little thoughts.

Does he really have thoughts about the bad land...

Glancing at Imrik in the main seat, Belegar received a nod. His eyes clearly stated that he should not ask any more questions here and would give himself a satisfactory answer.

Belegar, who was waiting patiently, felt that Norglin was too noisy. Almost any idea Masno proposed would be directly targeted by the Eternal Peak dwarves.

This is not a rebuttal to win, it is purely to argue.

The Council of Immortals was very long. After Imric implemented the attitude that leaders should listen more and talk less and make the final decision at critical moments, there was almost no progress except that the Malorian Chamber of Commerce would preside over the construction of a railway.

The upright Damian originally wanted to catch up with Belegar and reflect on the joy of killing greenskins in the past.

The dwarf camp is temporarily settled a thousand meters away from the elves. How to shorten the distance of kilometers due to hatred and prejudice is something worth interesting. Will the proud elves and the stubborn dwarves finally reach a reconciliation? .

Although he could not clearly express his displeasure, Belega also showed some uncooperative gestures and strode outside the camp, preparing to settle the clan members before considering the answer.

To be fair, after Imric left the camp, Belegar clenched his fists.

"Take a rest first. Someone will tell you the time and place."

Belegar did not walk out with Noglin, but turned around and ordered the guards in a low voice to deploy the camp as soon as possible. There was no need to care about the location of Eternal Peak. The first consideration was safety.

The Iron-Smashing Warriors did not participate in the settlement of the camp. They placed their rune shields and battle axes within easy reach, and faced the elven camp not far away with a seemingly casual attitude.

He hated the feeling of being manipulated, but everything seemed inevitable. Facts proved that without the support of Eternal Peak and Caledor, the Lord of Angrond would still have a headache on how to settle his people.

But Noglin was obviously worried about staying in the elf camp, and Masno was also very angry at his deliberately targeted words, and both sides coincided with each other.

But Belegar declined the warrior's invitation and turned his gaze directly to the elf who held the answer.

Before reaching a consensus, Xiao Duozi arranged his own accommodation.

As long as there is a slight disturbance, these warriors who protect the honor of their ancestors will use their lives to teach the elves the price of betrayal.

As the night was about to arrive, as usual, both parties should hold a pretentious banquet to celebrate the impending perfect cooperation.

Fortunately, everything happened without incident. Carloads of fresh water and coarse grain bread were transported from the elven camp to fill the dwarfs who were exhausted from the journey.

This way of showing good will made the Iron-Smashing Warriors relax a little nervously. The elves may use oaths as a tool, but the elves and dwarves of this group of elves with the dragon as their banner still understand some characteristics, at least they cannot help but declare them. And fight.

The temporary camp does not take long. Although the superb skills of the dwarves make many processes time-consuming, the simple task of setting up a tent can be completed in a short time even by warriors who are more skilled in wielding warhammers than shovels. The camp of the Angrond clan is located between the Eternal Peak and Caledor. It is obvious that Belegar does not want to show an obvious attitude tendency.

No matter how much he denied the High King's choice, racial consciousness still made him reluctant to approach the elves.

Belega, who was reviewing the arms reserves, finally received a messenger when the two moons were hanging high.

A human being who looks familiar but has had little contact with him.

Miyama expressed his indifference to the waiting gazes of a group of Angland clan elites, but since he was surrounded, it seemed that he could not force his way in front of Belegar, otherwise he would be blamed for a fight.

Pushing aside the soldiers who were waiting for him, Belegar, holding the Shield of Resistance and the Hammer of the Clan, dragged his heavy steps to the front of Mishan, his voice deliberately lowered and seemed particularly dull.

"I thought it would be an elf."

"Maybe, but the proud elves obviously don't want to come to the dwarf camp that smells of alcohol. They can only let me, a human, do things they don't want to do."

A smile appeared under Belegar's beard. People with a sense of humor would not be disliked anywhere.

He handed the Shield of Resistance and the Hammer of the Clan to the Winged Helmet Warrior beside him, took off his horn helmet, and said slowly in his uneasy eyes,

"I need an answer, and Angrond needs an answer. Maybe we need to make a little change and turn stubbornness into understanding."

"king……"

Belegar, who did not want to say anything more, left his weapons and shield in the camp and followed Mishan alone into the distance.

The actions of the two did not attract anyone's attention. Even though the distance between them and the patrolling cavalry was only a few meters, in the eyes of these soldiers who studied carefully, the two were just gravel blown away by the wind.

There was no communication along the way. Mishan raised his head and watched the unique moonlight in this world, humming melodious and lonely songs in his mouth, as if he could see the face of the deceased in the night sky.

But Belega, while walking in the desolate Gobi desert, was struggling in his heart.

Ancestor, are my actions unworthy of the name of the Anglande clan? I gave up the mountain fortress that my clan members paid for with their blood, and used the treasures in the treasury to gain the support of the elves.

Now, I still have to obey the orders of an elf...

The struggle lasted for so long that Belega didn't even know where he was. He only remembered that he was following Mi Shan's footsteps towards the deserted Gobi.

Walking around the piles of monuments made of rocks and bones, the skull looked like a tribe welcoming a wanderer back home...

On a low hill, the dwarf finally saw the elf who had the answer. He stood on the top of the mountain with only a black dragon by his side.

Mishan, who had been humming for a long time, stopped his melancholy tone, and his tall body in the dark night showed an indescribable loneliness in Belega's eyes.

"Go, wanderer looking for a way home, I hope you can find the answer."

(End of this chapter)