Dwarves and Goblins

"Exactly." Copper Hammer gave a cold laugh. "That is why we have been enduring it, waiting for an opportunity."

He paused, his gaze sharpening further.

"Now, the opportunity has come. The Mountain Elves have left, and the Bedrock Mountain Range is empty. That mine belongs to our Dwarf Race now!"

Iron Hammer slapped the table in excitement and shot to his feet. "Excellent! I've disliked those Mountain Elves for a long time!"

"They were nothing but our runaway slaves, yet they dared to occupy the mine and keep us out! Now they've left, so the mine is ours!"

A fierce light flickered in his eyes.

Iron Heart, however, frowned. "My king, though the Mountain Elves have left, they went to the Divine Wood Forest. The Divine Wood Forest has the Tree God holding it down, and the five great Elf Races have submitted to it. If we occupy the mine and the Mountain Elves complain to the Tree God, will the Tree God come looking for trouble with us?"

Copper Hammer's smile froze.

His brows drew together slightly.

His fingers began lightly tapping Thor's Hammer again.

"Iron Heart has a point," Anvil said with a nod. "The Tree God can even suppress five great Heaven Ascension Realm experts. Though our Dwarf Race is not afraid, we also do not want to add such an enemy. If it stands up for the Mountain Elves, we..."

"What is there to fear!" Iron Hammer cut him off. "The Mountain Elves merely submitted to the Wood Elves. They are not the Wood Elves' own sons. Would the Tree God fall out with our Dwarf Race over a few runaway slaves?"

"Our Dwarf Race is one of the five great races of antiquity! No matter how strong the Tree God is, it still has to