After pondering for several minutes, Bronzebeard Winefire still did not answer.
The conflicted expression on his face only deepened, and he could not help taking out a bottle of Rare Grade liquor from his Storage Grid.
Previously, in order to demonstrate his resolve, he had genuinely quit drinking for a time. He only started drinking again after the territory had gotten on track.
Even then, he never drank while working or studying, only having a small cup before resting at night.
Compared to his former state of drinking as if his life depended on it, he had changed greatly.
Back then, Dwarf Uncle had drunk alcohol as if it were water.
Now, he merely savored alcohol rather than indulging in it.
At this moment, Dwarf Uncle looked exceptionally conflicted. He pulled out the cork and first took a large swig from the bottle.
After smacking his lips with a nostalgic expression, he finally answered.
"I can't go back."
"Because I am a sinner of the clan, an exile punished by my ancestors."
As he spoke, tears faintly welled up in his eyes.
Though his voice did not choke up, Zong Shen could hear the bitterness within it.
Zong Shen looked at him with a smile in his eyes.
"What if I said I could help you recover the Storm Hammer?"
The moment those words were spoken, Dwarf Uncle's expression froze.
"You're going to help me recover the Storm Hammer?"
"But Thunder Valley is a true death zone. Even the Clan Chief would find it difficult to venture deep inside."
"The lightning that descends there can easily shatter the bodies of Legendary powerhouses!"
"And there are many violent Wind Elementals as well. Sharp Wind Blades are carried together with the lightning—they are absolutely unstoppable."
He instinctively emphasized the dangers of Thunder