My queen is rebelling!

The sudden change on the stone platform immediately caused an uproar in the audience.

One after another, the powerhouses of the "Forge Clan" appeared from their hidden locations, and vast magical power surged in the central square, an astonishing aura enveloping the entire area.

The sudden disappearance of the heirloom had never happened before in the history of the "Forge Clan".

Although the "Forge Hammer" was no longer a powerful weapon, it was still the spiritual symbol of the entire "Forge Clan", of extraordinary significance.

To have it disappear in front of everyone's eyes, no one in the "Forge Clan" could remain indifferent.

Faced with the scene before them, even the representatives of the other clans who had come to observe the ceremony could not help but show astonishment, exchanging glances and discussing something in low voices.

In the "Shadow Plane", Cohen weighed the "Forge Hammer" in his hand and said to Isabella beside him:

"Do you want to try it? This is something that a god once possessed, no less impressive than the 'Wings of Gold' you carried last time."

Isabella shook her head and said:

"Let's return it quickly, otherwise there will be big trouble later.

But your skill of stealing weapons seems to be even more powerful than before. That Brooke Steelaxe is a Gold-tier powerhouse, yet you were able to snatch the weapon from his hand across a plane."

Cohen didn't explain so much; the perversion of rule skills lies in the word "rule".

He smiled slightly, threw it along the shadow channel, and threw the "Forge Hammer" back to its original place.

Seeing the "Forge Hammer" recovered, this time it caused another commotion.

Elder Steelaxe stood there, staring blankly at his empty palm, and then at the "Forge Hammer" in the distance, completely bewildered.

Soon, the majestic voice of the dwarven sage rang out in the field, suppressing the noisy discussions:

"Please, candidate Brooke Steelaxe, accept the test of the 'Forge Hammer' again!"

At the same time, he gave Elder Steelaxe a look.

Elder Steelaxe held his breath, came to the "Forge Hammer" again, secretly praying in his heart, holding the hammer handle tightly, fearing that it would disappear for no reason again.

Like before, dazzling light lit up, but before Elder Steelaxe could breathe a sigh of relief, the light disappeared, and along with it, the "Forge Hammer" he held tightly in his hand.

However, in an instant, the hammer reappeared on the original stone platform.

This time, the discussion and commotion were even greater.

Elder Steelaxe felt as if he had been hit on the head with a dull stick, standing there blankly.

As the chief of the Elder Council, he had also come into contact with the "Forge Hammer" before, but this kind of situation had never happened.

The dwarven sage in the distance could not help but frown, glanced at Rockheart Ornn, the eldest son of the old chief, who was gloating in the waiting area.

He said loudly:

"Young Master Rockheart, you come up and try too."

Rockheart was startled when he heard this, but he still respectfully saluted and came to the stone platform.

Looking at the scene before him, Elder Steelaxe's lips turned white, and a look of incomprehension and bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

The dwarven sage withstood the pressure, gave Elder Steelaxe a look, signaling him to try again.

Elder Steelaxe took a deep breath, his whole body surging with magical power, bursting out with the strength of a Gold-tier transcendent, his eyes were cold and compelling, and he strode to the front of the "Forge Hammer".

He used his hands forcefully, holding it tightly, and again a dazzling light, but what happened next was the same as before.

The light disappeared in an instant, and then the "Forge Hammer" disappeared inexplicably from his hand, followed by appearing intact on the original stone platform.

Elder Steelaxe's face suddenly became wilted, his heart was cold, and his eyes were full of bitterness.

The crowd below was also in an uproar, and complex gazes scanned back and forth on Elder Steelaxe.

The dwarven sage sighed softly and had to announce in a deep voice:

"Candidate Brooke Steelaxe, failed to pass the recognition of the 'Forge Hammer', the qualification for the chieftain's heir... is revoked!"

As the voice fell, the face of the High Priest instantly became extremely ugly, and in stark contrast to him was the eldest young master Rockheart Ornn and the Great General not far away.

The biggest competitor was directly eliminated, which almost declared that they had won in advance.

Rockheart's gaze wandered back and forth between the High Priest and the president of the Craftsmen's Guild, who had been silent.

Now they can't avoid voting for me even if they don't want to!

Among the remaining candidates, besides myself, who else is more qualified to be the chief!

That third brother who rarely shows up in the tribe?

Rockheart Ornn could almost see the scene of himself being elected chief later, this time it's stable!

Elder Steelaxe walked down the stone platform in disappointment, and the High Priest sighed deeply when he saw this:

"Bad luck, don't take it to heart.

After all, the 'Forge Hammer' has suffered too much damage, and who knows what kind of changes have occurred."

Elder Steelaxe regained his composure and quickly realized an important issue:

"Are we just going to watch the position of chief fall into Rockheart's hands?"

The High Priest shook his head decisively and said:

"Of course not, Rockheart is backed by the 'Barbarian Hammer Clan'.

Have you forgotten what the Quenchfire Guildmaster said last night?

In any case, our 'Forge Clan' cannot participate in the disputes between the two empires, let alone become a sacrifice for the 'Barbarian Hammer Clan' to realize its ambitions!"

"Then what do we do now?"

The High Priest said calmly:

"We might as well support someone else!"

As he spoke, his gaze turned to the third young master, Ironrock Ornn, not far away.

Elder Steelaxe was first surprised, and then seemed to have thought of something, nodded thoughtfully.

While the two were talking, Guildmaster Tolkien Quenchfire had already walked over.

His face was also very ugly, and he immediately began to complain:

"Elder Steelaxe, what's wrong with you?

Why do you always mess up at crucial moments!

Haven't you been in contact with the 'Forge Hammer' before?

Why did such a thing happen today?

With this mess, are we going to turn around and support the son-in-law of the 'Barbarian Hammer Clan'?"

Elder Steelaxe said decisively:

"Absolutely not.

Even if I can't become the chief myself, I will never watch the 'Forge Clan' fall into the hands of ambitious people!

If it really doesn't work... we might as well support the Third Young Master Ironrock!"

Hearing Elder Steelaxe's words, Tolkien felt relieved, but he still showed an appropriate look of astonishment on his face, his brows furrowed, and asked:

"Third Young Master?

Can he do it?

Young Master Ironrock has been living in the Human Continent and rarely participates in the specific affairs of the tribe, and the clansmen's impression of him is also very general..."

The High Priest's expression moved slightly, and he interjected:

"I think Elder Steelaxe's suggestion is feasible.

It is precisely because the Third Young Master has been living in the Human Continent that he will rely more on us after he inherits the position of chief.

As for the clansmen's impression... as long as we have the full support of both sides, what are we worried about stereotypes?

What's more, I think Young Master Ironrock's speech just now was very touching and is a suitable candidate for the chief."

Tolkien continued:

"But even if the two of us support him, he can't meet the old chief's third condition.

Three million gold coin orders, that is a genuine three million gold coins, where can we get it?

If he can't meet the third condition, according to the council procedure, his qualification as heir will still be revoked."

The High Priest's eyes flickered with strange colors, and said:

"That's not necessarily true. Didn't you say that he saved a senior executive of the 'Flaming Red Lips' Chamber of Commerce in the Eastern Domain Empire?

What's that Yann, the Earl called.

For that level of person, three million gold coins is nothing.

As long as Ironrock can become the chief, I might as well accompany him to find that Earl Yann.

Could it be that our 'Forge Clan' has nothing that he can appreciate?

With this line, are we still worried about not being able to get an order of three million gold coins?"

Tolkien pretended to be lost in thought, and waited until the second round of screening was about to begin before reluctantly nodding:

"Okay, that's the only way.

Anyway, as long as the person supported by the 'Barbarian Hammer Clan' doesn't come to power, it's acceptable."

Hearing Tolkien's statement, Elder Steelaxe and the High Priest breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

In any case, they were already in a deep state of opposition with Rockheart and the Great General before. Since their side has lost the qualification to be elected chief, then they can't let the Great General and the others succeed.

The Third Young Master Ironrock seems to be the best choice at present.

Soon, under the organization of the dwarven sage, the second round of recommendation began.

This round is much simpler. According to the old chief's last wishes, choose the candidate who can obtain the support of at least two tiers of the three tiers.

The several candidates who successfully passed the test of the "Forge Hammer" in the previous round came to the stage together, standing with their backs to the crowd.

Then the Great General, the High Priest, and the President of the Craftsmen's Guild, representing the three tiers of warriors, civilians, and craftsmen, came to the stage in turn, using practical actions to make their own choices.

The first to come to the stage was the Great General. Without the slightest hesitation, the Great General stood directly behind Rockheart Ornn, the eldest son of the old chief.

Next was the High Priest.

It was well known that the High Priest supported Elder Steelaxe, but now that Elder Steelaxe had failed to pass the first round, many people were very curious about who the High Priest would vote for in the face of this sudden situation.

Soon, the High Priest gave everyone a huge shock with his practical actions.

It was seen that after the High Priest came to the stage, he paused behind Rockheart, took a deep look at the Great General, and went straight to the Third Young Master Ironrock, who had always been low-key.

Faced with the High Priest's choice, many people expressed their incomprehension.

No one would have thought that the High Priest would actually vote for the Third Young Master, who had no foundation in the tribe. Was he really moved by his speech just now?

Rockheart and the Grand General were equally surprised, but they didn't pay too much attention. The main point was still the choice of Thorgrim Fireforge, the chairman of the Craftsmen's Union.

During this period, only Elder Steelaxe frequently visited Fireforge's place, whether it was based on seniority, prestige, or the support of the forces behind them.

And the last condition, a three million gold coin order, Fireforge only had Rockheart and Elder Steelaxe as choices.

Only they two had the ability to rely on the support behind them to come up with these three million in cash.

As for that Third Young Master who was lucky enough to get the High Priest's support?

Expecting a poor young master with no foundation and no family wealth to pull in an investment of three million gold coins?

I'm afraid his entire net worth doesn't even amount to three thousand gold coins.

Now that Elder Steelaxe has been eliminated, Fireforge, who always prioritizes the overall situation, will undoubtedly lean towards the more powerful Rockheart.

Rockheart and the Grand General were both very relieved, and at the same time, they secretly thanked Ancestor Grimnir, who was watching all of this from the shadows.

Perhaps it was because he didn't want an outsider to take over the position of chieftain that such a thing happened when Elder Steelaxe took on the "Hammer of Forging" test.

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Thorgrim Fireforge, the chairman of the Craftsmen's Union, slowly walked onto the stone platform.

Then, he moved his feet and, in the surprised, shocked, and bewildered gazes of the crowd, stopped behind Third Young Master Ironrock!

… …

Thorgrim's choice was like dropping a stone into a calm lake.

In an instant, the entire venue erupted.

No one could understand why the highly respected chairman of the Craftsmen's Union would make such an incomprehensible choice.

He actually cast his vote for a Third Young Master who rarely even showed his face in the tribe!

Shock, bewilderment, and confusion filled everyone's hearts.

Not far away, the representative who came to observe the ceremony on behalf of the "Wildhammer Clan" couldn't help but stand up, his face filled with complex emotions as he stared at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

And Rockheart and the Grand General on the stage also fell into deep shock.

Chairman Fireforge's choice was far beyond their expectations.

Rockheart and the Grand General felt that they had never offended this highly respected chairman, and they had even promised many preferential conditions when they were working on him a few days ago.

Rockheart even promised that as long as Thorgrim was willing to support him, he could get the "Wildhammer Clan's" Craftsmen's Union to open up some lost forging techniques to the "Grimstone Clan."

He really couldn't understand why the other party would make such an incomprehensible choice.

He vaguely felt that there was an invisible hand controlling all of this behind the scenes, but he couldn't figure out who was manipulating it no matter how hard he racked his brains.

The dwarven sage didn't give him more time to think.

The sage was also greatly surprised. He took a deep look at the expressionless Thorgrim Fireforge, and then announced loudly:

"In the second round of candidate qualification screening, Third Young Master Ironrock Grimstone has obtained the support of the 'Commoner Class' and the 'Craftsman Class'. As the sole candidate, he will participate in the third round of qualification confirmation."

The solemn and dignified voice overwhelmed the entire venue, and all eyes immediately fell on this young dwarf.

Rockheart Grimstone looked extremely ugly, not understanding why his brother, who had no presence at all, could suddenly gain the favor of both the High Priest and Chairman Fireforge.

The Grand General beside him comforted in a low voice:

"Don't be discouraged, the election is not over yet.

The third condition is the most stringent, a three million gold coin order. This is real and cannot be faked.

I don't believe that a poor young master like him can pull in so much investment!"

Now, Ironrock is the only heir on the stone platform who meets the qualifications, and the election procedure has come to the third round.

The third round of qualification certification is very simple, just produce something that can prove that there is a three million gold coin order.

It can be a contract, agreement, or protocol, or even three million in cash.

As long as it is unanimously approved by the high-level members of the "Grimstone Clan" and the supervisory team of the Grand Alliance, it can pass the qualification certification.

Soon, Ironrock took out a contract in full view of everyone and said in a deep voice:

"This is a contract signed with the elven royalty—the Winged Elf clan.

The main content is to purchase some space stones from our tribe and entrust us to create a batch of equipment in the future.

The specific quantity and types of equipment cannot be announced for the time being, but the contract stipulates the exact amount, three million gold coins.

As long as it is stamped with the seal of our tribe, which is blessed with the divine power of the ancestors, the contract will take effect immediately.

This is a deposit of one hundred thousand gold coins and the token of the elven royalty."

Undoubtedly, Ironrock's words caused a huge uproar in the venue.

The Third Young Master was actually able to reach a deal with the proud and noble elf clan, or even the elven royalty?

The shock this brought to them was no less than the fact that he had just received the support of the High Priest and the Chairman of the Craftsmen's Union.

Everyone knew that these proud, reserved, self-righteous, and self-proclaimed darlings of nature were difficult to communicate with and had a sense of superiority. Even the vile human race often ran into closed doors when dealing with them.

Not to mention their dwarf race, which had a lower status.

Rockheart and the Grand General, who had just walked off the stone platform, widened their mouths in astonishment, their faces full of disbelief.

However, the token in Ironrock's hand, which exuded the aura of the Winged Elves, and the genuine gold certificate of one hundred thousand gold coins, forced them to accept this fact.

Ironrock held a gold certificate of one hundred thousand gold coins and a contract in his right hand, while his left hand carefully held a delicate transparent box, in which a pair of exquisite earrings were placed.

He placed these items on the table and asked the high-level members of the "Grimstone Clan" and the supervisory team members of the Grand Alliance to come over and check them one by one.

He reminded in a low voice:

"Everyone, you can look at other things at will, but these earrings are the personal belongings of the special envoy of the elven royalty. Please check them carefully."

The eyes of several people swept across the delicate transparent box. Everyone was a high-level transcendent, and they could clearly feel the terrifying magic fluctuations emanating from the earrings. This was definitely a legendary magic equipment!

Turning legendary magic equipment into inconspicuous personal accessories such as earrings was enough to prove the nobility of the wearer's identity.

Upon closer inspection, delicate vine patterns were carved on the silver surface of the earrings, and a circle of mysterious runes outlined with gold threads surrounded the gaps in the vines.

Experienced old dwarves could tell that these runes were the exclusive runes of the elves, containing the powerful power and blessing of the elven goddess.

Looking at this pair of earrings full of the unique style of the elves, coupled with the deposit of one hundred thousand gold coins and the black-and-white contract, everyone had no more doubts.

In the Shadow Plane, Isabella looked at Kern with a smile that was not a smile, and said playfully:

"Was it given to you by that Winged Elf named Windsor Windrunner?

Hmm, the personal envoy of Her Majesty the Empress of the Central Empire?"

Kern's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect Isabella to know so much about Windsor. He couldn't lie anymore, and said in a low voice:

"Well, when I first arrived in the 'Lost Land', I went to negotiate with the leader of the 'Farmers Association'. For safety reasons, Windsor gave me these earrings to protect myself.

It doesn't mean anything else."

Isabella showed a chilling smile:

"Can't you give other things to protect yourself?

Why earrings, such private items... When did those arrogant long-ears become so generous?"

"Ah, this..."

Kern was immediately stumped and stammered for a long time without saying a word.

Seeing Kern, who was always eloquent and able to speak eloquently, actually showing such embarrassment, Isabella felt a burst of softness in her heart and sighed faintly:

"For the sake of her helping you so much, I will spare you this time.

Those space stones were also taken for her, right."

Kern admired the woman's accurate intuition from the bottom of his heart and quickly said:

"Not entirely for her, I also need space stones to repair a piece of equipment."

Isabella made a few ambiguous laughs, but fortunately, she didn't dwell on this matter any longer.

Kern breathed a sigh of relief and refocused his attention on the venue outside.

At this time, the venue had returned to order under the maintenance of the dwarven sage. He cleared his throat and came to the stone platform, solemnly announcing:

"After careful consideration and fair selection, under the witness of the great ancestor, the creator of artifacts, and the supreme Grimnir, the God of Forging, I announce that the new chieftain of our 'Grimstone Clan' is—Ironrock Grimstone!"

As this name rang out, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the central square.

Ironrock Grimstone took a deep breath, his face with determination, and came to the "Hammer of Forging" again. He respectfully picked up the iron hammer, which symbolized the chieftain's authority, raised it high, and said loudly:

"Brothers and sisters of the 'Grimstone Clan'! I, Ironrock Grimstone, will guard our tribe with my life and honor.

I will let the glory of the 'Grimstone Clan' shine again on this continent!"

The dwarves under the stage all cheered.

Next, it was the swearing-in ceremony of the tribe's high-level officials to the new chieftain.

First, Elder Steelaxe led all the elders of the Council of Elders, came to Ironrock's back, bowed slightly, and swore allegiance.

Then came the High Priest, representing the commoner class, and Chairman Fireforge, representing the craftsman class.

Finally, under the burning gaze of everyone, the Grand General led his officers and also came to Ironrock's back.

Under Ironrock's leadership, they jointly held an ancient ceremony towards the statue in the distance.

The new chieftain of the "Grimstone Clan", Ironrock Grimstone, officially announced his inauguration!

… …

Today is the anniversary of our wedding. I wish myself and my wife a happy holiday, and also congratulate all lovers in the world who will eventually get married!!!