Savior?

Dwarves and Elves were Intelligent Races born in the same era.

The era of their birth could no longer be traced, but the two races had once joined forces to overthrow Dragon rule during the First Era.

Although Elves had always excelled in their attributes, possessed formidable individual combat power, long legs, tall statures, and handsome looks...

The Dwarves' skill in forging equipment was even more superb. During the First Era, they could use their Talent for forging equipment to make their individual combat strength only marginally weaker than that of Elves, or even evenly matched.

Elves and Dwarves had also been the main force behind overthrowing the Dragon Era.

The Second Era was the age of Elven rule.

As the Elves' former allies, the Dwarves were still granted ample living space and vast territories.

But not even the gods could stop their love of digging holes...

Their various suicidal methods of excavation unearthed creatures from the Gods Era—a Gods Era that had never been recorded in any documents—the Flame Demons...

After defeating numerous Flame Demons, the surviving Dwarves were already barely hanging on.

After many years of reproduction, the Dwarves flourished again near the end of the Second Era. But they began digging once more, during the crucial period when humans overthrew Elven rule.

They dug through the Spatial Barrier, and Dark Creatures from the Abyss emerged, launching a merciless attack on the Dwarf Race.

In the end, both Dwarves and Elves suffered grievous losses and withdrew from the prosperous regions of Legendary Continent. The Elves built ancient castle-cities in Blackleaf Forest, while the Dwarves gathered at Lonely Mountain on the Endless Grasslands.

However, several thousand years ago, when the last emperor of Lonely Mountain fell...

The Dwarf Empire, which had endured for ten thousand years, collapsed. The bloodline heirs of the Dwarf Imperial Family were either killed or wounded, while the seven Dwarf Royal Houses divided countless treasures and tribesmen among themselves, each establishing a new Kingdom.

"In short, those seven little Dwarves all had terrible tempers!" William had played this game for a full ten years, and its history was one of the things many players loved digging into most.

Because only by understanding history could one feel a sense of Glory, even an Epic feeling, when taking part in certain storylines during the middle and late stages of the game!

In the later stages of the game, players often stayed within one faction for long periods. That sense of belonging, that Glory of fighting for a King, and the feeling of having read the history before facing old enemies—those were what truly made players' blood boil!

So William was also very familiar with these historical events that had changed the landscape of Gods Continent.

Siya walked over. Hearing her footsteps, William turned around and saw her covering her mouth as she wiped her red lips, which were coated with a thin sheen of oil. He had no idea what she had just been eating.

"Burp! Lord, do we need Mages to accompany us on this expedition?" Siya's cheeks reddened. She had just been eating a roasted bear paw.

Of course, it was not from a Frenzied Giant Bear. But for some reason, ever since the Lord had refused to provide frenzied beasts as magical materials, she could not stop craving bear meat...

William shifted his gaze away from her rosy, delicate lips, nodded, and asked, "Bring five Mages. How are the Dragon Scales I gave you a few days ago?"

"Mm, they are not especially useful. They can enchant weapons and increase their power somewhat. If there were more of them, they could even be made into armor!" Siya shook her dagger. A Dragon Scale was firmly fitted to its blade, faintly glimmering with red light.

William blinked, unsure what to say. He merely patted Siya's shoulder as she tried to dodge. "Go on. Study magic more. Eating bear meat is fine; it can improve your constitution. But do not set your sights on my pet."

"..." Siya pursed her lips. She did not know whether the Lord had the nose of a dog, but he had actually known she was eating bear meat.

But as Siya watched the Lord's departing back, she had the feeling that he seemed to be worried about something.

Border Town dispatched another three hundred troops to Blackleaf Forest.

William also received another quest.

[Third Stage: There is actually a Dwarf settlement near Border Town? And a large number of Orcs are besieging the Dwarves. There must be some conspiracy behind this. Eliminate the Orcs, save the Dwarves, and obtain a rare mineral vein.]

[Reward: 50,000 experience]

[Reward: Unknown rare mineral vein]

Lotner remained at William's side without taking a single step away. This battle differed from the previous ones. According to the scouts, the Orc force numbered as many as a thousand, and reinforcements seemed to be arriving continuously. They had already blocked the entrance and exit of the Dwarves' cave and were attacking with all their might.

Now that he had considered this, along with the approximate location of the Orc attack...

William more or less understood. The cave where the Dwarves lived should be the mineral vein containing Mithril.

In his previous life, William had been able to seize control of this mineral vein because the Dwarves and Orcs had fought each other to exhaustion, while he, the little fisherman, had reaped the greatest reward in the end.

"Time is pressing. We cannot stand by and watch our Dwarf companions be brutally slaughtered by the Orcs!" William shouted and led the troops forward in great strides. The other Elves followed closely behind. Running through the depths of a dense forest could exhaust many races to death, but Elves were certainly not among them.

Lotner had something in mind, so he spoke without hesitation. "Does the Lord intend to use the favor of saving the Dwarves to bring them under his command?"

"That's right. What do you think?" William raised an eyebrow. Dwarves had strong, unyielding personalities, but they placed immense value on friendship and favors. Back when he had still been a player, every Dwarf quest had earned him considerable favorability. So he was very confident that he could bring them into his territory.

Lotner narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "The goal is good, and the method is good too. But we need to be more patient!"

"Understood!" William twitched the corner of his mouth, but still nodded.

Being more patient meant letting the Orcs drive the Dwarves into Desolation, letting them suffer devastating casualties, and waiting until they felt there was no hope left before decisively making their move.

When that time came...

William would appear before them in the majestic guise of a savior. It would practically be like a miracle descending from the heavens, enough to deeply move the despairing Dwarves and earn an extremely high degree of favorability—perhaps even make them directly kneel before him...

As for why Lotner would say such a thing?

It was not surprising at all.

Because every Elf, including him and even the Mages, was loyal to William Blackleaf!

They had once been his mother's personal soldiers.

As a member of the Elven Royal Family.

Every royal had personal soldiers of their own.

And now that their object of loyalty was William, Lotner had to secure the greatest possible benefit for his Lord. The Lord was his god, his guiding light. He only needed to strike wherever William pointed; there was no need for him to object or refuse.

When it came to loyalty.

There was no race in the entire world more loyal than Elves. Or rather, in ancient times throughout any history, Warriors chosen as personal guards generally possessed absolute loyalty.

What was more, the elegance, pride, kindness, and other qualities buried in the bones of Elves had always only been displayed in times of peace.

In wartime.

They would use their centuries or millennia of intelligence and experience to weave countless intricate schemes against you.

But every era had its protagonist.

The current protagonist was humanity!

It was more like an unstoppable tide.

But who would the future belong to?

No one knew.

William led his troops over mountains and ridges until they reached the Dwarves' cave. They silently and nimbly climbed onto tree trunks, quietly watching the brutal slaughter unfolding beneath their eyes. There was pity in their gazes, but these scenes would not shake their resolve.

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