Stop right there. This isn't a place you can just wander into, Loki!
A towering creature blocked Wang Ming's Loki avatar.
Wang Ming cast his gaze toward the Dwarf King who had just spoken, knowing him to be an exceptionally formidable master weapon-forger.
The Infinity Gauntlet, Mjolnir, Stormbreaker, Gungnir...
All these legendary items came from the hands of the Dwarf King.
Oh? Why can't I come here?
Loki, you are no longer the second prince of Asgard. Nidavellir does not welcome you.
The Dwarves!
They were called the dwarf race, but this shortness wasn't judged by human heights, instead using the giants of ancient times as a point of reference.
Wang Ming eyed the Dwarf King before him. Standing nearly five meters tall, he was a giant by human standards, though their proportions were clearly askew, much like someone suffering from dwarfism.
Are you certain you can block me, Dwarf King? Wang Ming held the Dwarf King's threat in utter contempt.
The dwarves were born with boundless strength, possessed exceptionally formidable physiques, and excelled in weapon design and manufacture.
However,
what broke the hearts of the dwarves was that weapons were inanimate.
No matter how powerful a weapon, it required a powerful wielder. The dwarves simply lacked any mighty warriors capable of wielding such divine artifacts.
Their capacity to forge powerful divine artifacts brought them no benefits, only calamity.
Mighty warriors throughout the universe all wanted the dwarves to forge weapons for them.
Often, once a weapon was finished, the dwarves would be massacred. In the past, the dwarves had forged weapons for their enemies.
Therefore, the dwarves chose to pledge allegiance to the Aesir God Race. They supplied weapons to Asgard, and Asgard protected their safety.
One could say the dwarves were Asgard's staunch little brothers.
The Dwarf King