The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 496 Dwarf Expedition

"You don't understand, my little warrior. If I had done it before, I would not have done such a stupid thing, but a lot of things have happened in the years since you left, which gradually changed my mind."

Before His Majesty the Witch King turned around and returned to the throne that once belonged to the Eternal Queen, he silently stared at the anxious fear lords in the hall, and then said in an inexplicable voice:

"During the time you left, the magical wind in the north was getting stronger, and several fortresses in the cold land had been destroyed by the swarming Norscans and beastmen.

Now that I have recaptured Ulthuan, the most important thing I need to do now is to stabilize the throne that I finally regained. Therefore, the defense of the Naggaroth region will no longer be my main task.

I can tell you for sure that if one day Chaos really threatens Naggarond, then I will not hesitate to abandon everything there and build a new country in Ulthuan! "

As soon as these words came out, Luo Han couldn't help but raise his brows, obviously not expecting that His Majesty the Witch King would have such courage and courage.

That was Nagaros. Nagaros had been operating for thousands of years. It was really not a decision that ordinary rulers could make to just give up.

But think about it, after all, for His Majesty the Witch King, for the Phoenix Throne that he has been pursuing for tens of thousands of years, even the entire dark elf race is just a tool for his conquest.

But even so, Rohan always had doubts in his heart:

"If what you say is true, then after I take over Naggarond, should I be responsible for resisting the invasion of Chaos in the north?"

"It's up to you. If you don't want to see your territory invaded by Chaos, then I advise you to do this."

Faced with Rohan's question, His Majesty the Witch King showed an attitude that was almost rogue, as if he had completely given up on the affairs of Nagaroth.

Anyway, he was ready to move, and he had already taken back his own Phoenix Throne. So what if Naggarond was completely destroyed?

"You can discuss the specific situation with Malus. I think with your friendship, we should be able to face such difficulties together, right?"

Rohan was still lowering his head and thinking, but His Majesty the Witch King in front of the throne was obviously no longer prepared to continue discussing this topic and continued to chant:

"Next, the fear lord Gerd from the Northern Legion..."

"Next, the fear lord Aixalion from the Eastern Legion..."

"Next, the fear lord Morena from the Eastern Legion..."

Rohan was not interested in the subsequent enfeoffment of other small lords. He had not even recovered from the shock that Nagarond was his own, so how could he care about these small things.

Instead of listening to the rewards from other lords, Rohan began to think about his next situation:

After thousands of years of development, the scale of Naggarond's urban development can be said to be the most prosperous and huge metropolis in the entire northern part of Naggaros. After all, it was the former capital of the dark elves.

Now that His Majesty the Witch King has decided to move the capital back to Ulthuan, his rule over Naggarond from now on must be an undisputed fact.

But the problem now is that his situation is quite the same as Lacasse's in a sense. They both got a hot potato!

Just when Rohan was still lowering his head and thinking, he heard Malus suddenly approaching him, and then teased him in a sinister tone:

"Tsk tsk tsk, His Majesty the Witch King is really generous, but what you need to bear next is the defense of the entire north of Nagaroth, and our noble Majesty obviously doesn't intend to help you. Are you sure you are really prepared? Yet?"

"Ah...I don't know either."

Hearing Malus's teasing, Rohan couldn't help but let out a long sigh of melancholy. It was obvious that both of them had understood the conspiracy contained in His Majesty the Witch King's reward.

Larkas is known as the Beast Lord. Although the behemoth legion under his command suffered heavy losses in the battle against the Kingdom of Charis, it was obviously not to the point of breaking the bones.

However, how could His Majesty the Witch King tolerate the existence of such a powerful army in Ulthuan that could threaten his throne?

The rule of the Kingdom of Charis is like a bloodletting trough. It will continuously force Larkas to be unable to develop an overly powerful beast army, and it is even possible that he will have the support of His Majesty the Witch King in the future!

As for himself, although he was ostensibly given a previous capital city like Naggarond as a reward, he had to fight against the chaos in the entire north, even though he didn't need Naggarond at all.

There is no doubt that His Majesty the Witch King, who has ascended the Phoenix Throne, is also very wary of his power in the other world, so he came up with such a conspiracy to force Rohan to turn all his attention to Nagaroth.

In order to fight Chaos, Rohan also needs to retain a large army in the north, so that the threat to Ulthuan will be weakened a lot.

As for Malus, as a poor guy who has been possessed by a demon and has never been able to find a way to break free from each other, he will have to fight side by side with Rohan to protect his hometown.

The three army commanders have found their respective long-term destinations in this way. It is really gratifying~

Rohan didn't have much objection to such a proposal. After all, his original purpose of helping His Majesty the Witch King return to Ulthuan was to fight against Chaos, but he still couldn't help but secretly say helplessly:

"It's not a good sign to be so impatient to cut down the vassals just after the war. Aren't you worried that it will have counter-effects?"

"Reverse effect? ​​Didn't you see the mixed expression of Lacasse over there like an idiot? Obviously the Witch King has figured out what we are thinking, so you should just go to the north and work as a coolie."

Malus was still as vicious as ever. He looked sarcastically at Lacasse and the other lords who were struggling in the distance, and then turned around and left the royal court of Avalon.

He is also a busy man now. The enfeoffed Kingdom of Elion and Krakalond are separated by an entire strait, and it will take at least several weeks to go back and forth.

To completely control Elion, it would take him at least several years to digest it!

"...Hey, let's go."

Seeing that the lords in the hall had gradually dispersed after the enfeoffment ceremony, Rohan could only leave Avalon with a secret dissatisfaction with His Majesty the Witch King in his heart, preparing to take over Nagarond.

Rohan didn't know that when he and Archaon were locked in a fierce battle at the Altar of Ultimate Darkness, it was His Majesty the Witch King who blocked Skarbrand for him who was about to enter the altar.

He wouldn't even know that giving him Nagarond was not entirely a sign of distrust...

Of course, none of this matters anymore.

————A few months later, Hobbiton

Jingle bell bell~

Somewhere in Bag End on the hills of Hobbiton, a doorbell rang, and a certain dwarf prince who did not want to be named arrived here, and at the same time looked curiously at the interior of Bag End:

"Gandalf, you said before that this place is easy to find. As a result, I got lost twice. Fortunately, there is a mark on the door, otherwise I would probably not be able to find this place." "Mark? What mark?" I just painted my door a few days ago!”

Bilbo looked at the dignified-looking dwarf in front of him in confusion, and then turned to look at the dozen or so dwarves sitting in the living room, and couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.

Not long ago, during dinner, there was a sudden knock on his door. He thought it was his good friend Rohan coming to visit, so he excitedly prepared to open the door.

However, after opening the door, they found a strange, unshaven dwarf standing outside the door carrying a tomahawk. Then he unceremoniously walked into his home and usurped his dinner.

Faced with this situation, the hobbits, who were hospitable by nature, did not know what happened, but they still chose to welcome them with food politely.

But unexpectedly, this is the beginning of a nightmare!

As time went by, more and more dwarves began to knock on his door and enter his living room. They opened all the food and wine in the warehouse without scruples, as if they were the dwarves who had invaded and robbed the house. Gram is generally rude.

Well... although it was polite to clear the dishes later, this behavior is still considered rude to the hobbits!

And through the exchange just now, he seemed to understand one thing in a daze:

Someone deliberately lured the Japanese here!

"Ahem...there is indeed a mark, which I drew on this morning. Mr. Bilbo Baggins, please allow me to introduce you to the leader of this expedition—Thorin Oakenshield!"

There was no embarrassment on Gandalf's face at all. After all, as a Maia and a wizard, he was born with a thick-skin that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Sony's eyes were all focused on Bilbo at the moment. He looked at the short hobbit in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, and then asked:

"So you are the snitch that Gandalf called the hobbit?"

"what……?"

"Tell me, Mr. Bilbo, which weapon are you better at using, an ax or a dagger... Oh, it seems you have prepared your own weapons."

Thorin could tell at a glance that Bilbo was obviously not a well-trained warrior, but then his eyes noticed the hand crossbow and short sword hanging on the wall. The black blood of the Orcs that had not been wiped off made him take back his original intention. Sarcasm prepared.

Maybe he misjudged it. Maybe a hobbit who had fought with Oak really had extraordinary abilities?

Thinking of this, Thorin couldn't help but secretly glance at Gandalf who seemed to be strolling around, and then turned around and came to the living room full of dwarves.

...a few hours later

"Please allow me to refuse. I don't think I am the best candidate to become a snitch in my time."

"Tell me, Bilbo, since when did your snack mat, mother's crockery, and father's fireplace become so important? You were never like this!"

"I have learned about many legends about the outside world of the Shire from books. Mr. Gandalf and Rohan personally copied the stories about the outside world for me, which has given me an immersive experience."

Facing Gandalf's persuasion, Bilbo still just shook his head silently and chose to refuse. After all, the previous battle in the Shire when the Orcs invaded really touched him deeply.

With his strength, it really is safest to stay at home, right?

Hearing Bilbo's muttering, Gandalf couldn't help but curse Rohan secretly in his heart for inadvertently ruining his plan, but he still chose to patiently persuade him:

"The world is not in your books or maps, but outside. Only when you step out of your home and see it in person can you understand how wonderful the world outside the Shire really is."

"..."

After hearing Gandalf's persuasion, Bilbo was about to stand up to refute, but found that he seemed to be unable to find any reason to refute.

It has to be said that after experiencing a series of battles in the Shire, his vision and courage are indeed much higher than before, so much so that the wild dogs and Oaks who were once most afraid no longer feel afraid.

Once upon a time, he was just a hobbit who shivered in fear from the distant howling of wolves and the roar of Orcs in the forest.

But now, he has killed several ferocious Oaks in the battle to defend the Shire, and even fought side by side with a strong elf who called himself Golden Flower!

Although deep down in his heart he is still unwilling to leave his Bag End, and still tries to use fear and his inability to adapt to life in the outside world as reasons, the reality is his uncontrollable beating heart.

He could feel that his heart was longing to get out of the Shire and see the outside world!

"I...I will consider it, Gandalf. If you don't mind, I hope you can give me one night to consider it. After all, this is my first time to explore away from home."

"Of course, my dear hobbit, we won't leave until tomorrow morning, and you have plenty of time to think before then."

Sensing the hesitation on Bilbo's face, Gandalf couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, then lit his pipe and left Bilbo's room.

In the corridor outside the room, a white-haired old dwarf also had a smile on his face, and then said to Thorin next to him:

"It seems that our snitch must have been found, but what kind of legend can we write alone?

We are just a group of merchants, miners, toy makers and pot tinkerers. How can we fight against a sleeping dragon? "

"We also have warriors."

Hearing this, Thorin's eyes also became a little gentle. He silently looked at the white-haired dwarf in front of him and the other dwarves who were resting in the living room, and then said confidently:

"You are loyal and brave. You responded to my call. Based on this alone, you are better than thousands of troops in the Iron Hills!"

　PS: My left foot just recovered from gout, and my right foot is sprained again. I am destined to be unable to walk, right?

　　

　

(End of this chapter)