Earl of Qinghu

"Rayne, you agreed?" Kastaggin asked, unable to hide his disbelief.

He had previously imagined that Rayne might angrily refuse or impose many harsh conditions, but he had never expected Rayne to agree so readily.

"Of course."

Rayne replied seriously, "The dwarf kings are ambitious. How could I oppose them? Glamorgan will forge an alliance with the dwarves, and they only want to borrow the Teleportation Array. I'm more than happy to agree."

Kastaggin was overjoyed and praised him, "You're the most generous person I've ever met!"

"Heh..."

Rayne smiled. He had actually known for a long time that this day would come.

The dwarves had only five underground fortresses left in the World Mountain Range and were facing the problem of an exploding population. Over the past few years, tens of thousands had migrated to Kalanos, while Gotham City had another fifty thousand available places. Together, that was close to a hundred thousand people, but it had only slightly alleviated the population problem. It treated the symptoms, not the root cause.

Now that he had conquered the entire Thane Plateau, the dwarves had no foothold left in the Old Continent. Their only destination was the New Continent.

In the previous era, the dwarves had been masters of half the New Continent. Opening up the New Continent was the highest dream of the entire dwarf race—a chance to restore the glory of their ancestors.

However, the idea was beautiful while reality was cruel.

Times had changed!

Rayne asked with some amusement, "Which place have the three dwarf kings set their sights on?"

"The Draweil Peninsula." Kastaggin answered truthfully, "Actually, there are five dwarf kings. Opening up the New Continent was a decision made by the entire dwarf race."

"Good choice."

Rayne smiled. "The kings have good eyes."

The Draweil Peninsula chosen