The Dagon Stone

At this moment, he was no longer on Earth. He had followed Thor to Nidavellir, the planet where the Dwarves lived.

Nidavellir had a long history throughout the universe, but because it had almost no contact with worlds outside the Nine Realms, it was more like a legend than a real world to mainstream technological civilizations.

In the original timeline, Rocket Raccoon had looked utterly incredulous when he heard Thor mention Nidavellir.

For weapons specialists, dealing with metal was unavoidable in their daily research and work.

With countless rare-metal smelting techniques and methods for forging divine weapons, Nidavellir was a holy land in the eyes of technicians devoted to the craft.

That was why Rocket Raccoon had decisively abandoned his teammates and followed Thor to this sacred place without hesitation.

Dane walked beside Thor, listening to his introduction to the place.

According to him, the Dwarves were few in number. Including the Dwarf King Eitri, there were no more than three hundred of them.

The Dwarves had once been a thriving race, but their population had plummeted because of the ancient God War. When only a few hundred remained, they withdrew from the battlefield and placed themselves under Asgard's protection.

In return, the Dwarves became Asgard's exclusive weaponsmiths from then on.

More than three hundred? In Dane's eyes, that was practically on the verge of extinction!

However, like the Asgardians, the Dwarves were an exceptionally long-lived race. They could easily live for thousands of years.

It was just that most Dwarves enjoyed drinking, forging, and fighting, with little desire to reproduce. As a result, their population remained sparse even now.

Perhaps that problem could only be solved after enough time had passed and the race had accumulated a sufficiently large population.

Yet if events continued along the original timeline, Thanos's