Alvin quickly finalized a comprehensive sponsorship deal with the Dwarven prince, Volstagg...
The Dwarves weren't living too badly...
But expecting to enjoy life during wartime was a pipe dream for any nation...
They weren't short on food. Fungi grown underground, along with some ferns, could meet their daily needs.
Nidavellir's vast underground world was home to countless strange animals, which were their source of meat.
The biggest problem for the Dwarves now was that their salt lake kept getting harassed, leaving them with a huge shortfall in their salt supply.
The Dwarves' army wasn't weak. It could certainly deal with those Monstrous Beasts...
But searching the vast Underground Space for a few Monstrous Beasts required a massive investment of manpower and resources.
Millions of Bio-Men still hadn't been dealt with on the surface. How could the Dwarves spare their troops?
Those Bio-Men were constantly searching for entrances to the underground, hoping to wipe the Dwarves off the planet.
The entire Dwarven population wasn't even as large as the invading Bio-Men!
Under that kind of pressure, the Dwarves couldn't spare a thought for something as minor as salt. Every last soldier had been sent to the front lines to defend their territory.
Worst of all, these Dwarves, who loved their liquor, couldn't keep up with demand...
Wartime food rationing limited how much they could brew. In a few months, they might have to quench their thirst with water...
That was too cruel for Dwarven warriors!
Alvin hadn't paid the slightest attention to the "Monstrous Beasts" Volstagg had mentioned...
You don't have time. What makes you think I do?
You're short on salt? Was Earth short on that?
He'd send Earth's advance team in first. The people in charge of negotiations needed some decent gifts to bring along. That would make it