Chapter 363: The Battle for King Selection in the Dwarf Kingdom
Gretel quickly turned his head and looked at Archmage Serrano. The Archmage was sitting at the top of the long table, close to the throne, and was observing the dwarf king attentively. After a while, he lowered his head and tapped the wine glass.
"We may have to stay a little longer."
The Archmage's voice was soft and could be heard. Gretel lowered his head in depression:
It's over, we can't go back right away.
If he stays for a while longer, he will be deficient in vitamins...
Grete silently took out a small bottle and poured a multivitamin into his bowl - or, in other words, the failed product when making vitamin C, comprehensive fruit and vegetable powder. Pour half a bowl, scoop out some soup and stir it.
Drink it in one breath. Fortunately, he was prepared! Fortunately, he always saves a little of whatever he makes!
If he only stored sodium ascorbate and not fruit and vegetable powder, he would definitely be deficient in vitamin A, vitamin B, and vitamin D...
"By the way, how long will we stay? Doesn't the dwarf kingdom pass from king to prince?"
"Shh!"
Master Harry raised a finger to him and pressed it to his lips. Gretel quickly shut up and listened to Master Harry's message:
"The dwarf kingdom is not like this..."
Unlike humans, the inheritance system of the dwarf kingdom is not a natural succession of father to son. In fact, every time the throne changes, the seven tribes of the kingdom will send out candidates. In full view of the public, a series of projects will be completed, according to the tribe.
The tradition determines the winner.
"Wait a minute, which seven tribes?"
Grete interrupted in a low voice. Wizard Harry cast a reproachful look:
"How did you memorize the information when you came here?"
Gretel shrank his head. Can he say that he read it in a hurry and focused mainly on the dwarf's physical condition and past medical records?
"Seven major tribes, three large and four small. The largest one is the Firehammer tribe living in the royal court, which is the tribe of the contemporary dwarf king." Wizard Harry lowered his voice and nodded his chin in the direction of the throne:
"Look, the first candidate has stepped forward."
At the long table closest to the throne, a dwarf with a reddish-brown beard stood up and climbed the steps in two steps. He turned his back to the king, stood on the two steps below the throne, and raised his hands to the crowd. Cheers instantly erupted.
Up:
"Rosegar! Rosegar! Hammer of Glory!"
"Oh, this is the third son of the contemporary king. He is 163 years old this year." Wizard Harry whispered to Gretel:
"I once led my tribe to open up the Heifdan Mine, found the best mithril vein in recent years, and killed the Balrog deep in the mine. You see, there was a smooth patch on his cheek, no beard, it was burned by the flames.
Traces of demonic burns.”
163 years old. Hearing this age made Gretel grin: When he traveled through time, the age of this body was less than half of this age. Even in terms of human age, this Hammer of Glory is equivalent to 40 years old.
In the early years - in the prime of life.
As the leader of the kingdom, is he just the right age, or is he still a little younger?
The second candidate also stood up. When he climbed the steps, the cheers in the hall were even louder than the dwarf prince:
"Ingvar! Ingvar! Ax of the Army!"
"Oh, this is the son of the elder of the Steel Hammer Tribe, the deputy leader of the 'Blue Sheep Knights' in the Dwarf King's City." Master Harry obviously did a good job in his homework and continued to chatter:
"When he was 42 years old, he killed the flying dragon alone. At the age of 45, he climbed to the top of Hela Peak and sacrificed the battle ax he forged to the gods. It is said that he received the blessing of the dwarf god..."
Having said this, the third candidate also stood up. The cheers received by this candidate were much smaller, and Wizard Harry shrugged:
"Max of the Silverbeard Tribe. This tribe is the one most closely associated with mysterious powers among the dwarves and has the highest proportion of spellcasters. The disadvantage is that there are few people. There are only three tribes living in the royal court."
A commanding tribe, a fighting tribe, and a caster tribe. Gretel did the math in his mind:
This is a good match. The triangular power structure is the most stable. As for the king selection this time, it will probably be decided between the first two, and the caster tribe will probably accompany...
After that, four candidates stood up one after another. The cheers in the hall became smaller and smaller. It was obvious that the four dwarves were from foreign tribes and were not well-known in the local area.
There was only one exception. When Kai from the Black Rock Tribe stood on the steps, the cheers that rang out in the hall almost surpassed those of the dwarf king's son.
"Black Rock Tribe? They are adventurers among the dwarves. They travel in the mountains, hills and wastelands all year round, looking for various mineral veins." Wizard Harry's eyes flashed:
"I have heard the name of Kai. He is the most famous prospector in recent years. It is said that his most famous nickname is 'God's Tongue'..."
"puff!"
Gretel laughed.
"What strange place have you thought of?" Master Harry looked at him with surprised eyes:
"People have this nickname because they claim that as long as they taste the soil, they can tell what kind of mine it is and what its grade is. This is a magical prospecting skill that no one else can learn!"
...and don’t have to worry about getting a stomach full of parasites.
Grete complained silently.
The seven candidates greeted the crowd one by one, and then the bards played majestic music again. This time, all the dwarves in the hall, and even many barbarians, clapped their hands and joined the chorus.
Master Harry clapped his hands and translated for Gretel in a low voice. Fortunately, otherwise Gretel would not be able to identify a sentence or a half of the lyrics in the chorus no matter how much he refreshed [Language Proficiency].
"The golden sunshine illuminates the mountains,
The great dwarf king sets out on his journey.
He took with him six close companions,
That is the wise king of the six tribes in later generations.
Brave Beor carries his battle ax,
The sharp ax blade frightens ghosts and gods.
Wise Porreka took hold of the staff,
The light on the head of the staff breaks through the dense forest.
Willaf took out the iron bones of the Black Gate, the treasures of the earth, the precious ores;
Hetan smelted it in the furnace, and the magma swallowed up the stone and spit out pure gold;
The mighty Fetra raised up his strength and struck it with thousands of hammers, forging it;
The Goths in the wilderness hunted magical beasts and tempered Han Feng with their blood and beast souls.
They tamed blue sheep and climbed high mountains on their backs,
On the highest mountain top, on the snow-covered peak, offer your unparalleled battle ax to the gods.
God the Most High Father sends down joy,
He said: 'Whoever holds this ax will be invincible';
The dwarf king holds a battle ax and fights against the dragon.
The first ax fell and split the dragon's head;
The second ax fell and shattered the remaining scales.
The third ax fell and cleared away the poisonous fog,
The caves of the dwarves will always be at peace..."
The singing gradually stopped. The dwarf king stood up again holding the heavy golden scepter:
"According to the tradition of the kingdom, each candidate will bring his own team, up to seven people. The caster must not be at level five or higher, and set off in three days. Within a month, they will walk the path of the sages and personally
Mining, smelting, casting, crafting weapons, taming mounts, and riding goats to the top.
——Before the arrival of the next full moon night, they need to sacrifice the newly forged weapons to God the Father on the peak. Finally, if there is more than one candidate who has completed all this, the candidate will hold the sacrificed weapon.
Fighting against each other in the royal court, under the watchful eyes of the elders and everyone.
The winner will become the new king of all dwarves!"
Cheers suddenly broke out. The dwarves raised their hands in the air, howled and jumped up and down without emotion.
Gretel: "...So we have to stay here for another month?"
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But I am exhausted. Why have I gone crazy to write dwarf poetry?
It even rhymes!
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