"Grand Duke, look there!"

On the mountain peak not far away, an avalanche that was even more terrifying than a volcanic eruption swept down with a monstrous force. In the blink of an eye, it swallowed up the hills that Prince Thor held, and then swallowed thousands of black orcs and goblin attackers without any pause.

The army of Sarahardin Mislati, who was marching, was stunned, and the steel-like army stopped and stirred up in waves.

The heirs of the Lorraine family, who commanded the seven dwarf clans, no longer existed.

Sonia was stunned and looked incredibly at the snow that had swallowed her allies, the heir to the Lorraine throne, with the momentum of the collapse of the sky and the earth.

No one can survive such an avalanche. Even if Prince Thor and the others did not die on the spot, hundreds of tons of snow would condense into a hard ice coffin to trap them.

Xiao Yan was there too! No! Galadia was also frightened. She looked at the terrible avalanche and was at a loss at first, but soon she seemed to remember something, lowered her head and shook it gently, and her eyes became firm again.

"Grand Duke Sarahardin Mislati, the leader of the Mithrilian Dwarf, the son of Draka Mislati and Elia Lorrain, and the legal successor of the Dwarf Kingdom." Galadia bit her lip and said loudly. All the dwarf's eyes were attracted by her words.

Grand Duke Mislati's mother was a princess of Lorraine, which gave Grand Duke the corresponding inheritance rights.

"Lorraine has lost the king, and the successor Prince Thor Lorraine has died. The bloodline of the Lorraine royal family has been cut off just now."

Ton Mislati was still immersed in the grief of losing his prince, but Galadia's words shocked him. He raised his head in surprise and looked at the human girl, then turned to look at his father.

At the same time, Sonya quickly reacted. She exchanged glances with Galadia and stepped forward and said:

"Dude Lorraine's bloodline has been cut off, and the dwarf's capital is being occupied by a giant dragon. I, Sonia de Lamore, as the special envoy of the Romanian Kingdom, please inherit the throne of the dwarf's kingdom."

Hearing this, even the iron-like dwarf warriors were shaken. They were surprised to find that after Prince Thor's death, their patriarch could already claim the rule of the dwarf.

As one of the seven dwarf clans, the mother of Grand Duke Mislati, who has a bloodline connection with Lorraine, was the princess of Lorraine. When Lorraine's bloodline was cut off, Grand Duke claimed that he had a crown!

Sarahardin Mislati watched the surging avalanche, as motionless as a rock.

"Master Duke, please succeed to the throne of the Dwarf Kingdom!" several Mithril Dwarfs with high status also spoke.

"At this critical time of survival, only the father can unite all tribes and regain the glory of the dwarves!" Sarahardin's eldest son, Ton Mislati, also made up his mind.

Sonia lowered her head and quickly passed through the dwarf's heraldry in her mind, then raised her beautiful eyes and stared at Grand Duke Sarahardin.

"Salahedin Mislati I, Duke Olazim and the Guardian of the West Sea, King of the Dwarfs!"

"Salahedin Mislati I, Duke Olazim and the Guardian of the West Sea, the King of the Dwarves!" Under the leadership of Sonia, all the Mithril dwarves cheered.

"Salahedin Mislati I, the King of Dwarfs!" Ton shouted the name of his father and then knelt on one knee.

Following Prince Tone's movements, the dwarf warriors in silver armor knelt on one knee after another, spreading like silver waves.

"Salahedin Mislati I, the King of the Dwarves!"

The cheers of the dwarf warriors echoed in their ears, and Galadia looked at the faces beside her.

The heavy infantry covered in armor no longer had to worry about going to the foot of the mountain with the Grand Duke to die, and sincerely cheering for their clans. From now on, the Misin clan will be the leader of the seven Dwarf tribes.

The Misilian dwarf civil servants and senior officers who followed the Grand Duke tried to hide their smiles with their beards. The haze pressed on their heads had dissipated. Several officials at the level of government affairs quietly rolled their eyes, sometimes giving in large quantities to their grand dukes, sometimes often human.

Galadia could almost read the words from the civil servants' expressions... Is this avalanche a terrible and lucky coincidence? Or is it a conspiracy between the Grand Duke and humanity?

These bureaucrats quickly put aside their thoughts and restrained their emotions, replaced them with sincere excitement and happiness, and decided to bury their doubts and guesses in their stomachs. They would press a few buckets of ale at night and take them into the coffin after a few years.

The girl turned around with disgust and troubles to watch the unsalted avalanche, hoping to get there now and confirm whether the person she cared about was safe.

Is it still the person you are familiar with...

...

The battle at the foot of the mountain had ended, and the orc army besieged the dwarves were almost wiped out together, and the remaining soldiers fled in all directions. The shouts and cheers came faintly into Xiao Yan's ears with the howling mountain wind. He naturally knew what would happen there.

The obstacles to Cold Mountain and Lorentiya Diamond have been cleared... in all senses.

The Bone Dragon's master looked at the foot of the mountain that had been covered with snow and rocks dozens of meters, and nodded slowly, put his sword into the sheath.

The breath of Prince Thor and his followers had completely disappeared, and the old man named Martin Benioff showed no sign of escape. Just as they were flooded by the avalanche, Xiao Yan found that something was shattering in his heart.

When he flooded Reed's manor, he was proud of his strength to turn the tide; he spread the plague virus in Odessa and made him blame himself all the time; he used gold pounds to buy the lives of prostitutes to make them die on dangerous nights, and he felt guilty whenever he remembered it.

Prince Thor has become an unpredictable paranoid. Following his trajectory and mission line, Xiao Yan and his teammates see unpredictable haze and the prospect of death.

To solve the problems of this world, escape from the erased fate, we must bypass Prince Thor.

When Xiao Yan decided to sacrifice the prince to speed up the process of the dwarves' support for Romania, he thought that the mission of rescuing Prince Commod could not fail, and that everyone could die in this unknown world. Until then, he could still face his heart.

Now, the crazy Prince Thor died in the ice at his feet, the sophisticated Grand Duke Salahardin needed Romani's support for his throne and did not have the motivation to retake Lengshan at the moment.

Everything is back on track.

However, when Prince Thor was indeed swallowed by the avalanche, something important in his heart seemed to be shattered.

That's right, I did it right. Xiao Yan thought to himself that if Prince Thor puts Lorraine's war into a tug of war and cannot bring back enough reinforcements in time, he and everyone will die, and this is the result of no choice.

There is nothing wrong with Prince Thor. The essence of the Golden Clan has been destroyed under the Dragon Breath. As a weak and helpless prince, he is performing his duties, and I buried the prince under the snow and rocks dozens of meters because of the prince's choice and our own safety.

I had no choice, Plane World is not a game. Not long ago, Valkyrie's teammate died completely less than a day after the start of the game.

Is it a question of whether to survive or die?

The distant mountains are not what the protagonist says.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!