Ancient and solemn music echoed in the ancestral hall, and the dwarves were crying. The battle was won, but the dwarves once again lost their king.
The script was supposed to be written like this. Belegar-the Hammer would become the greatest king in the history of the Angrond clan. He would be remembered by everyone and be written into the book of hatred forever. He and his
His glorious deeds will be remembered by the dwarves forever.
However, a strong feeling of overweight tightened around Belega's throat. The King of Eight Peaks felt that his body was about to fall apart, and the death he had been waiting for for a long time did not come.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the gryphon Imperius flapping his wings with some effort. The knight king Ryan was smiling and grabbing his cloak with his hand. The king saw Belega open his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother Belega, you
Awake? The war was a success, the Skaven and Greenskins have been completely wiped out by us, a very small number of enemies escaped from the Leyline Network, the Hall of Ancestors has been recovered, and the entire Eight Peaks Mountain is ours!"
"Hmph~ That's what I was thinking about...Brother Ryan, do you know that it is rude for you to do this? You have offended a dwarf's natural right, which is to die gloriously and seek an epic death?
"Belega was pulled up by Ryan and placed on Imperius'
In the back seat, the King of the Eight Peaks Mountain was a little happy and a little ashamed, so he said very awkwardly: "If you weren't a sincere friend of our Angland clan, I would definitely write this matter in the big book of hatred.
, nothing can stop a dwarf from seeking a glorious death."
"Yes~yes~yes." Ryan squinted his eyes, and the Knight King made a bad joke: "But I remember, that was what the dwarf wanted to do after taking the butcher's oath, right? And even the Butcher King was not in such a hurry.
Go to death."
"..." Belegar didn't answer in a dull tone. When he thought about how he was constantly imagining his funeral and how his descendants would commemorate him, the King of the Eight Peaks blushed all the time. Fortunately, he was wearing a visor so he couldn't see it.
"Your kingdom needs you, Brother Belegar. For the new kingdom, taking back the Eight Peaks Mountain is just the beginning." Ryan knew that Belega had listened. He just couldn't save face so he didn't speak for the time being. So Ryan continued: "You are theirs.
King, they need you."
"Yes, I am their king. Without me, these mustaches really can't do it." Beleja finally smiled: "If I say they can't do it, then it means they really can't do it."
"But without your help, Brother Ryan, we really can't do it." After laughing a few times, Belega finally spoke slowly, his voice was hoarse and slightly: "Thank you, Brother Ryan, we succeeded.
, we really succeeded!”
The two kings looked at each other and smiled, and the laughter echoed among the eight snow peaks for a long time.
On the plateau, the war was basically over. The greenskins and rat-men were nearly wiped out. Occasionally, a small group of enemies escaped, but they could no longer affect the situation.
Karak-Bafeng Mountain, which has been lost for more than three thousand years, has ushered in a new day.
At this time, in the winter sky, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the gentle sunshine penetrated the clouds and shone into the ground. The blue sky was so charming and refreshing.
"victory!"
"victory!!!"
"Great victory!"
"Bafeng Mountain has been recovered! We won!"
"Skaven, greenskins, undead, or something else, no one can stop our righteous army in Britannia, no one can stop our powerful army of knights, we are the most powerful in the old world
army!"
"Long live His Majesty Ryan, long live His Majesty Belegar!"
The cheering humans and dwarves couldn't help but let out their loudest voices.
Starting today, Karak-Eight Peaks Mountain is back in the hands of the dwarves.
The Angland clan, which has been displaced for more than three thousand years, has returned home!
…………I am the dividing line between maintenance fee and 50%…………
Ten days later, at the Eight Peaks Mountain, the highest point of the Dwarf Ancestor Hall, the main temple of the dwarf Grimnir.
The veritable King of the Eight Peaks, Belegar-The Hammer stood quietly on the cliff of the main temple of Grimnir facing the Eight Peaks plateau. Although this place had just been cleaned up, it was still intact due to thousands of years of work by the greenskins.
Destroyed, the main temple of Grimnir is still in a mess. The former sculptures and buildings on the cliff have been completely destroyed, and only a few traces of runes can still be seen.
The Hammer of Angrond and the Shield of Resistance were both recovered from the icy lake, along with Skarsnik's body chopped into two pieces, as well as the remains of his pet Gobra, the dwarf
People have regained their territory, but the current Bafeng Mountain still faces many problems. Most of the fortresses have been destroyed and will take time to rebuild. The Gate of Titan has collapsed. The craftsmen expect that at least
It would take six months to repair the gate. Although the Skaven who had underground mines and ley lines were driven away, they would come back one day. Belegar simply ordered that all the gates leading to the sea be blown down.
, all leyline networks except Eternal Peak, Riptide Pass, Horn Castle, and Iron Peak Castle. In the future, these leyline networks will one day be reopened, but not now.
Starting today, the hub of the ancient earth network is opened. The dwarves will no longer fight alone, and the mountain kingdoms will once again be connected as one.
"Skarsnik and his Evil Moon Clan have received the fate they deserve, and the Skaven have also been wiped out. We are temporarily safe." Belegar took out a dwarf thundering fire gun, the King of Eight Peaks.
Full of sadness, he knelt down on one knee and placed the firecracker on a very worn rune: "This is all thanks to you, Hal Hafer. Without your sacrifice, we would not be where we are today.
"
The King of the Eight Peaks stood up again, and Belegar raised his head and looked up at the sky.
Every dwarf yearned for the deep mountains, mines and the roar of machinery, but at this time, Belegar discovered that the sky in the Eight Peaks Mountain was so beautiful.
The king quietly made new vows.
I will realize the great dream of revitalizing Bafeng Mountain!
We will gather all the surviving tribesmen and rebuild their homes.
We will abandon the differences of the past and create a new kingdom and new glory!
We will unite and create our own destiny among the mountains!
Recovering Bafeng Mountain is not the end, but a new beginning.
"Bellegar, my bloodline." A figure came from behind the King of the Eight Peaks Mountain. Belega immediately turned around and found that standing in front of him were the four ancestral spirits he had summoned.
"Ancestor!" Belegar immediately knelt down: "Thank you very much!"
"We are back home, and this is all thanks to you and your knight allies." The ancestral heroic spirit and the king of the Eight Peaks Mountain, Runen Iron Hammer, nodded slowly: "Thank you, we can finally be freed."
"Relief?" Belegar raised his head and looked at his four ancestors in disbelief: "I..."
"Our power can help you once, and we can only help you once." Loen-Iron Hammer looked at his last bloodline, and the ancestral heroic spirit said softly: "The next thing depends on you, Belega, we
The power has been exhausted."
"Ancestors, thank you!" Belegar knelt down and expressed his gratitude to all the ancestors, and then watched as the ancestors turned into a faint light and disappeared into the main temple of Grimnir.
After everything was completed, Belegar finally stood up and walked towards the middle of the Ancestor Hall.
The king's coronation ceremony has been prepared. In the ancestral hall that has suffered many vicissitudes of life, before Belegar came to his throne, the Brittanian knights lined up in several rows on the left, and the dwarves lined up on the left.
right.
The white dwarf personally presided over the coronation ceremony of Belegar again. From today on, Belegar-Ironhammer is the real king of the Eight Peaks Mountain.
The applause was like thunder, and the dwarves sang Belegar's name loudly, cheering and singing about their great achievements in the great expedition. The dwarves' singing made the wood elves at the end of the procession hall couldn't help but plug their ears with their hands.
, even Aralos couldn't stand it anymore. The wood elf hero really couldn't bear to listen and quickly signaled that everything was over.
, the army followed him out of the hall and camped outside. The elves are not used to this kind of living environment. They currently live in the mining town Sloppy Town under Crescent Peak and Silver Horn Peak, while part of the knight army is stationed in Sloppy Town, and some are stationed in Sloppy Town.
Living in the quarry tower on the other side of the central fortress, these two places are surface towns on the Bafong Mountain Plateau.
Ryan, Francois and Callard stood together, Veronica in a fiery red leather jacket stood behind him, and Olica had changed back to her previous black and white maid outfit, white suspender stockings and black high heels,
Just putting on a purple mink coat, she listened silently to the conversation between her master and Francois, her amber eyes turning around, not knowing what she was thinking.
Ryan had changed his clothes into his king's dress. The King of Knights calmly accepted everyone's cheers. This was what he deserved. At the same time, he was still talking to Francois: "This great expedition
It’s especially difficult.”
"That's right." Francois watched as the dwarves dragged in Skarsnik's body that had been broken into two parts. King Belegar and Chief Rune Master Slud-Honest personally read out the records in the Big Book of Hatred,
There are two chapters about Skarsnik in the Angrond Clan's Big Book of Hatred. It is estimated that it would take two hours to erase all of them. Ryan simply signaled the knights to rest first, leaving only
The Old Guardsmen.
This iron army that has experienced hundreds of battles has now become a real elite after experiencing the test of blood and fire. Francois is a little envious in his heart. His Unicorn Guard has just taken shape, because in the battle of Valaya Gate
Responsible for protecting the witch group, so the losses were very small. Later, he was responsible for the same task in the battle of Titan Gate, so he got
His experience is still not enough, and he is still far away from the strong army that Francois dreamed of. The Duke looked at the dwarf's smelly and long ceremony, and the cheers that could lift the ceiling every time he wiped out a line of hatred, and said with a smile
: "Okay, when will this strange ritual be completed? When will we get our reward?"
"Haha, I knew you were going to say this." Ryan smiled and nodded repeatedly. He cast his gaze into the deep and deep depths of the Ancestral Hall: "The dwarf's ancestral tomb and treasure house are located in a very deep tunnel under the Ancestral Hall.
Now, the rune masters Thorek and Slud have already opened it, and we will be able to receive our rewards as soon as the day after tomorrow."
"Very good." Francois asked calmly: "Ryan, you must have already thought about how to divide it, right?"
"Haha." Of course Ryan knew what Francois meant, and his father-in-law made it obvious: "I understand."
My father-in-law wants to share more of the spoils.
But this request is well-founded. In this great expedition, the Principality of Winford contributed the most, and almost all members of the Quinaris Champion Knight Brotherhood went into battle, with nearly 30% casualties. Holy Grail Knight Antelm died in the battle, and my husband
The people's military group indeed made great achievements, and Francois also sent the Unicorn Guards, and finally even led the troops to support himself. For this reason alone, he really should have an extra share.
Ryan knew that he had to distinguish rewards and punishments. The victory of this great expedition would establish his unquestionable royal power and world-famous prestige. As long as the distribution of spoils was arranged, no one in the kingdom would challenge the king's authority.
He will truly achieve the surrender of all peoples that his predecessor, King Richard, longed for.
Therefore, what François actually meant by saying this was not to imply to Ryan that he wanted to take an extra share. The real meaning of the father-in-law's words was - don't get carried away, young man!
Kalad didn't understand what Ryan and Francois were talking about. He didn't care about the loot, but about the scene. With waves of cheers, Belega erased the last one and Scars
Nick recorded the relevant information, and then stood up in person, and the King of Eight Peaks shouted loudly: "Next, it's its turn!"
"Yeah yeah yeah!"
"Completely, liquidate the hatred!"
"Long live Belegar, long live Mount Eight Peaks!!!"
Several dwarves and a few old guards dragged the tied-up headhunter Quik in from outside the hall. Quik was seriously injured, hungry and weak. He gritted his teeth without saying a word and was still struggling with all his strength, but
Everything is in vain.
Belegar stepped down from his throne, and the King of Eight Peaks walked to the headhunter Quik. He looked at his old rival arrogantly, snorted repeatedly from his nose, put his hands on his hips, straightened his belly, and took a deep breath from his pipe.
, and then spit a stream of white mist on Quick's face: "Humph! It's your turn, Quick!"
"Nono! This is not the ending I want, no~" Headhunter Quik was still insisting: "Just wait, bearded thing, Skaven's army will wipe you and your small kingdom~ wipe out, the eight pillars
The city belongs to the Moss clan! Yesyes!"
"Oh, really?" Belegar was extremely proud. The King of the Eight Peaks stretched out his hand and pressed it on Quik's head.
"Your Majesty the King, what is this mouse talking about?" Young Kazrael, the nephew of King Kazadur of Iron Peak Castle, couldn't help shouting loudly. Mustache's words soon attracted Kazadol.
The king gave you a warning look, but he was rarely scolded.
The King of Bafeng Mountain put his hand on the head of the God of War of Bafeng Mountain and paused for three seconds with interest.
Everyone is waiting.
"It's scary!"
Belegar shouted happily: "It fears the coming judgment! It fears us dwarves!!!"
Thunderous roars and cheers suddenly erupted in the hall, and the dwarves all waved their weapons and shouted excitedly.