"Squeak!"
The thick stone door of the hall was pushed open by the dwarf guard.
Everyone looked at it together, and the first person to enter was a dwarf. His brown beard was still stained with ashes, his hair was messy, and he was extremely embarrassed.
"Oh my God! It's terrible! It's terrible!"
He kept repeating it in his mouth, as if he was under some kind of spell.
The arrogant expression on Galka's face suddenly froze when he saw this scene.
Behind him is the Targo knight, who is covered in fine plate armor.
Eckhart is similar to Rodney, with a disgraced face, and the knights' retinue behind them are supporting each other, looking panicked.
Even the knight errant Eyck, who had high hopes from everyone, lowered his head and his eyes were extremely empty.
What's going on?
Galka lost his smile, clenched his palms, rushed forward quickly, grabbed Rodney's collar with one hand, and shook his body violently.
"Rodney! Tell me, what happened? Where is that smelly lizard!?"
In the latter's empty eyes, a green magic light invisible to the naked eye quickly dissipated, and he gradually regained his composure, but he was still extremely frightened.
"Elder----I----I don't know----there is a gray-white monster guarding the entrance of Keltullis. There is nothing we can do!"
As soon as this statement came out, the hall quickly went into an uproar.
"What! Didn't you kill the beast?"
"Rodney, did you eat too much radish and fart everywhere? That stupid lizard can't fly stably, and you can chop off its head with just an axe."
Even the old-school dwarves looked shocked at this time.
Now they have broken with the red dragon and there is no way to recover. Only by killing each other can the conflict be resolved.
"What a gray-white monster! Tell me clearly!"
Galka turned up the volume, his facial features twisted together, extremely angry, and spittle splashed all over Rodney's face.
Obtaining the head of the red dragon Keltullis was the most important means he used to force the great elder Brouver to step down.
Now you say that the cooked duck actually flew away, how could he accept this?
Ivar frowned, hurriedly walked around Eckhart and others, and asked in a low voice.
Eckhart turned pale and roughly told what happened.
"That was an adult mutated dragon lizard. The flames it spit out directly destroyed our heavy crossbow. I swear by the eagle of Targo, that monster is definitely the descendant of the giant dragon."
Ivar After hearing this, his face was so gloomy that he almost dripped with black water.
There are not many dragon-slaying arrows and dragon-slaying heavy crossbows left in the entire Margraviate of Talgar. They are extremely precious trump cards.
The equipment that had been used to deal with the red dragon without loss was now destroyed by a small dragon lizard, which made his heart bleed.
Galka gasped, pushed Rodney to the ground, and moved his eyes to the knight errant Eyck who was wearing chainmail.
"Eyck of Denesle, look at you, a knight who talks about gods! How great you are! Dragon slayer!"
"I ask you, where is the dragon? You promised me, how can I explain it to Ferenc!"
"What a bunch of trash! What a bunch of losers!"
The roar echoed in the hall.
The Eyck knight stood there, remaining silent in the face of Galka's strange anger and insults.
He was frightened and panicked, not because of Dracolizard Golem, but because of himself.
When facing any monster, even the red dragon, he did not hesitate or fear.
But when fighting Dracolizard Golem, he backed down for some unknown reason and ran back here in despair like a coward.
As a knight, you can even die for the sake of honor.
But the current situation was something he could never accept.
He fell into guilt and self-blame.
Ivar coughed, looked serious, and spoke loudly, "Elder Galka, now is not the time to blame. Since the mission failed, we must find a way to make amends."
"The red dragon Keltullis is still seriously injured, but it is covered by a dragon lizard."
"I propose that we go up the mountain immediately to deal with the dragon lizard and execute the red dragon.
I also have a dragon-killing crossbow in my fleet. As long as we work together, we can definitely avoid future troubles."
These words were loud and clear, suppressing the panic in the hall.
Both conservative and radical dwarves agreed with Ivar's proposal.
We must send troops to completely kill the red dragon, that's it! Now!
Galka suddenly pulled out the two axes attached to his waist, the ax blades shone with a cold light, and said in a loud voice, "Yes, this is a matter for us dwarves, and it is up to us dwarves to solve it after all!"
"Ferenc warriors, follow me, the time has come for revenge!"
Suddenly, the crowd in the hall became excited, and many dwarves pulled out their weapons and wanted to follow Galka out of the hall.
But there are many dwarves waiting for someone's order.
"Enough!"
A dull voice suddenly sounded, coming from the end of the stone table.
The great elder Brouver, Da Ma Jin Dao, was sitting there, staring at Galka with a playful look.
He stood up and said in a cold voice, "Galka, you liar! Clown! Stop fucking pretending! Dragon slaying? Haha - are you kidding!?"
As soon as these words came out, there was an instant silence in the hall.
Many dwarves heard from these words that there seemed to be a hidden agenda in this matter.
Galka subconsciously clenched the ax handle and let out a deep roar from his throat.
"Great Elder, what do you mean by this? Do you want to let that beast that slaughters the people go unchecked?"
"Ha?" Brouver sneered, "Slaughter the tribesmen? Isn't this all your fault? The consequences!?"
?!
For a moment, all the dwarves looked horrified and looked at Galka.
The latter had a gloomy face and said sarcastically, "Great Elder, you are indeed old. At this time, you are still thinking about fighting for power."
These words were full of gunpowder, especially the radical dwarves present, who were already overwhelmed by the complicated rules. Now they saw the face of the great elder, and they were even more disappointed.
Brouver stopped talking nonsense and clapped his hands.
The room on one side of the hall was pushed open, and a short figure with cyan skin and a large and pointed nose walked quickly with nimble steps.
He was wearing gray linen clothes, with a strong smell of herbs, and held a potion bottle the size of a human fist in his hand.
"It's Blake, why is he here?"
The older dwarves recognized him immediately, and some of the younger dwarves asked in low voices.
"He is the dwarf Blake, an alchemy madman, but the props he refines are very exquisite. It is difficult to find an alchemist master like him in Mount Carbon, no, in the entire north."
"Hey, do you remember the "Bang Bang" bomb used to dig mines? The most powerful one was made by him!"
The young dwarves were suddenly stunned, with admiration in their eyes.
The older dwarf added, "He has been hiding in his house doing research. It is normal for you not to see him very often."
Great Elder Brouver stretched out his hand, "Blake, please explain."
The dwarf alchemist pushed up the monocle hanging on his nose, his voice was shrill and unpleasant.
"No problem. Look, this is a bottle of potion that has been half used. It contains belladonna, poison hemlock core and sulfur. According to my knowledge, this is a poison specially used to deal with dragons. By the way, it also contains the ingredients of abortion pills."
"There was once a shoemaker who stuffed a similar potion into the stomachs of sheep and fed it to a green dragon, which ended up killing two unlucky humans."
Brouver pointed his finger at Galka, "Look at the stupid thing you did, please explain it!"
Galka forced himself to calm down when he saw the bottle of magic potion, "What does this have to do with me? Who knows which villain wanted to frame me and put it in my room."
"Huh? I didn't say this potion was found in your room!"
Galka's face changed drastically and his body trembled faintly.
Facts have proved that the dwarves on the mountain are indeed not very good at lying, and they can easily deceive.
Knowing that the matter was exposed, Galka turned around and wanted to escape, but was immediately captured by the dwarf guard guarding the door.
"Let me go! You idiots! You Brouver lackeys!"
He shouted loudly and struggled desperately, but his hands were tightly held by the dwarf guards, his legs were kicked violently, and he fell to his knees.
Brouver walked forward slowly, furious, "It was you who stuffed the fat sheep with poison and hid it from me, Ferenc Clan. You are the culprit!"
Galka felt the severe pain coming from his knees, his face turned pale, "I----I'm not----I don't----I just want to kill that dragon----"
"Kill the dragon?" Brouver laughed angrily, "Whether it is for those gold coins or to get rid of the danger of the dragon, you know better than anyone else!"
"If you hadn't angered Keltullis by poisoning, how could Ferenc Clan fall into the sea of fire!? You had already planned it, and you never thought about the women, old and weak people in the clan, you selfish bastard! Are you worthy of the position of elder Ferenc!?"
Galka was scolded until he was speechless.
When the young and radical dwarves in the hall learned the truth, they looked at each other as if they were struck by lightning, and then became extremely angry.
It turns out that they have been being used as knives by Galka and are still counting money for others.
And those tribesmen who died under the dragon flames were all caused by Galka!
"Liar! It was you who harmed my uncle's family!"
A young dwarf, with red eyes, rushed forward and punched Galka twice, with such force that the latter's nose began to bleed.
If the dwarf guards hadn't stopped him, he would have beaten Galka to death with his fists.
"Bah! Thank you for trusting us! You greedy selfish ghost!"
The curses came in like a tidal wave, and Galka, who had been making waves just now, was now worse than a rat crossing the street.
"Lock him to Black Rock Dungeon and await trial!" Brouver gave the order.
"Yes!"
The dwarf guard snorted coldly.
Galka seems to have anticipated its own consequences. The dwarves imprisoned in Black Rock Dungeon have never come out alive.
He was so frightened that he struggled and screamed desperately.
"No, you can't do this to me. Even if I did something wrong this time, I still shed blood for the clan!"
"I am here for the honor of the clan, you bunch of weaklings! Brouver! Spare me, I am willing to dig mines for the rest of my life!"
The dwarf guard ignored his wails and dragged his body towards the location of Black Rock Dungeon.
Brouver glanced at a circle of radical dwarves.
They were on pins and needles, feeling extremely guilty. If allowed, they would have wanted to hide under the long stone table.
At this moment, Brouver frowned and thought to himself.
Did he protect these children too well and completely forget about the dangers of the outside world?
Ivar, who was standing aside, looked at Galka who was gradually disappearing, feeling confused.
He knew very well that his reliance on the dwarves had been completely lost, and he even turned against the great elder.
Not to mention the dwarves sending troops to help, even the weapons orders are in danger.
But he still has a trump card, which is the dragon-killing arrow in his hand. As long as the red dragon doesn't die, he can still negotiate terms.
He took a step forward, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully.
"Dear Great Elder, I think there should be many misunderstandings in our relationship.
Galka acted privately, we had no knowledge of this matter, and it was a foregone conclusion to anger the red dragon. Galka's words were not unreasonable. We should have made plans in advance to completely deal with the red dragon.
In order to express my apology, I can provide weapons and manpower unconditionally."
Ivar's attitude and tone are very sincere.
"Shut up, human!"
Brouver's eyes seemed to be lit with fire, "Do you really think that we dwarves have stayed on Mount Mahakam for so long that our heads were blown by the wind?"
Ivar felt the strong aura of the other party and took a step back involuntarily.
"Great Elder, what do you mean by this?"
"Huh? If it weren't for [Lead Ring]'s sake, I would have cut off your head and hung it on the flag at the door!"
"Did you bring that bottle of poison? You must be the one who encouraged Galka to do this!"
Ivar pursed his lips and argued forcefully. "Great Elder, this is not what you think. How could this be deception?
Before we arrived, I didn't know about the existence of giant dragons, but we just displayed the products and introduced their uses. Elder Galka took a fancy to it and bought the potion. Can you blame us?
Please also ask the Great Elder to focus on the overall situation, and solving the red dragon first is the most important thing."
Having said this, Ivar raised his hands in a flattering gesture.
Brouver raised the hammer and pointed at Ivar's nose.
Seeing this, the knights Eckhart and Margraviate of Talgar pulled out the weapons from their waists.
The sound of metal being pulled out was endless, and the dwarves surrounded them aggressively.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the hall became tense.
Ivar focused his eyes, and the sharp nails on the hammer made his skin hurt.
He felt the murderous intention. This was the territory of the dwarves after all, and their manpower was not enough to fill the gap between the opponent's teeth.
If you say another word, you will never leave this hall.
Brouver suppressed the anger in his heart, "Are you really kind? Keltullis This is a matter for us dwarves, and you don't need to solve it!"
"I am a man of rules. Hand over [Lead Ring] and get out of Mount Mahakam. From now on, you are not welcome here, nor are Margraviate of Talgar, nor Thyssen family!"