The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 220 The Dwarf High King

"It's a plunderer from Norsca. You run, I'll hold him back!"

"Pushkin, you hurry up and leave through the back door. Mom stays here to delay, so hurry up!"

"Ho~"

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

Through the cold night light and the surrounding bonfire, he realized that he was actually in a cave, and around the bonfire, short but tall figures were making soup.

The long brown-red or gray-white beards were chasing their chests, and the armor flashing with dim runes looked particularly gorgeous under the moonlight.

Isn’t this the description of the dwarves living in the mountains in the legend?!

Looking at these dwarf warriors who were much shorter than himself, Pushkin was so frightened that he hurriedly picked up the wooden stick placed aside and asked in a frightened voice:

"My lord, the great Esun, are you the legendary... dwarves?"

The long-bearded dwarf was obviously used to this situation. He sighed, stepped forward and patted Pushkin on the shoulder...waist, and then comforted:

"Uncle Erickson, those kings have no intention of coming to support us. Even the weapons and supplies they sent are far from enough. They are simply a group of short-sighted people!"

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

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

"The next battle is destined to be very difficult, but we must not leave Kislev alone. The Human Tsar trusts us, and we must respond!

Let the soldiers bring up all their belongings, rifled muskets, troll hammers, organ cannons, and have a look at the colors of those damn demons!"

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

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

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

Since entering Kislev, they have witnessed countless brutal hells on earth and villages that were massacred one after another.

Hearing the comforting voice of the long-bearded dwarf, Pushkin once again recalled his experiences over the past week in his mind.

[Respect the ancestors, obey the king, carry good weapons proudly, be unafraid of the enemy, hate the greenskins, and doubt the elves, this way you will be safe.]

This is a dwarf proverb that comes from the War of Revenge (Longbeard War), and the content it emphasizes is almost all the dwarf way of doing things.

Now, Finubar even allows dwarves and humans to live in the elf city of Lothern, which has never happened before!

Now, even the elves and dwarves can reach a temporary consensus, why can't these dwarf kings unite together for a common survival issue?

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

In Erikson's view, if you want to survive in a world that is gradually heading towards destruction, you can only survive in this cruel world by uniting all forces.

The long-bearded dwarf sighed again, then turned around and entered a tent, and said seriously to the majestic little figure inside:

"Great Supreme King, it seems that the content of the letter for help from the Kislev Tsar is completely true. Humanity cannot resist this evil chaos invasion alone!"

"This crime should be recorded in the book of hatred!"

Erikson's face is full of sorrow. If he can gather the power of several kingdoms, then he can at least gather thousands of dwarf warriors, enough to face these chaos demons!

Looking at the sturdy dwarf boy in front of him, the Supreme King's face was full of smiles and he said in the gentlest voice possible:

Not only did he become the first elf to come to Eternal Peak since the War of Revenge, he later became the Phoenix King (big boo) and worked hard to repair the relationship between elves and dwarves.

The surrounding dwarves heard the boy's cry and cast their eyes with pity and comfort.

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

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Thinking of this, Erickson couldn't help but sigh again, then looked at the map in front of him and introduced:

"According to the news given to us by Mrs. Kisri, their army has completed its assembly in Prague and will join us in a decisive battle with Chaos on the huge bridge outside the city."

"Yes, father, those kings dared to disobey the High King's orders. They are simply traitors of the dwarves!"

The tangy aroma reached the tip of his nose, making him forget to drink the soup for a moment, but stood there blankly holding the bowl.

Following the angry shouts of the young dwarf, other dwarves in the camp also complained, obviously extremely dissatisfied with the dwarf kings who were acting in secret.

The tragic deaths of his parents and the little bear's screams before his death finally overwhelmed the boy, who was only a teenager. He couldn't help but sit on the ground, sobbing quietly while drinking soup.

A long-bearded dwarf wearing gorgeous iron armor and brown hair heard Pushkin's voice. He didn't care about the stick pointed at him and brought a bowl of broth with a smile.

Seeing that the dwarf did not seem to be hostile to him, and that the dwarf had saved him before, Pushkin slowly lowered his guard and took the wooden bowl from the other man's hand.

"Drink, poor child. There is something in your stomach that will keep your body warm. There will be plenty of opportunities for revenge in the future."

"Oh? Little one is awake, do you want to try my cooking? Our broth is definitely one of a kind!"

"Great, I can finally kill those damn demons!"

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

But don’t you know that there is such a good thing in the world?

But now, without volunteers from other kingdoms, Erickson can only lead hundreds of dwarf warriors from Eternal Peak to support Kislev, which is destined to suffer heavy casualties.

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

However, now, these kings dare to disobey the orders of the Supreme King, and even dare to violate their oaths after receiving clear orders. This is simply blasphemy to their ancestors!

"Let's wait until I come back to talk about the affairs of your kingdoms. The most important thing now is to solve the predicament of Kislev."

When he just inherited the position of [Supreme King], a young elf named 'Finuba' came to Eternal Peak.

"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 Erikson feel as if he had seen his lost brother.

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

"Well, I believe you won't let me down...Thor Green!"

(End of chapter)