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Chapter 1900 Ambition
The atmosphere between the thrones was extremely oppressive. The black-robed dwarves, or rather the dwarf kingdom that sent the black-robed dwarves, did not hide their ambitions at all.

The most terrifying thing about dwarves, and the blacksmiths who inherited the dwarven skills, is their ability to mass-produce equipment, the quality of which can easily change the scale of a battle.

Until now, only the heirs of various dwarven arts have been watched to some degree to prevent this from happening.

Now, the Dwarf Kingdom not only requires all dwarves to return to their ancestral home, but also does not let go of the blacksmiths who inherited the dwarven technology. It is better to say that the latter is their main target.

How many dwarves can there be? There have been few active ones in hundreds of years. Excluding foreigners, there is only one dwarf half-blood, Marika, in the entire Giant Kingdom Alliance, and she has no talent for forging.

In comparison, the number of blacksmiths who inherited dwarven technology is quite astonishing.

There are more than a hundred direct heirs like Fire Rabbit Had, and these direct heirs will take in apprentices, and after the apprentices become masters, they will take in apprentices again, passing on the learned dwarf technology.

With this calculation, if anyone who has learned dwarven skills, whether first, second or third generation, is within the reach of the Dwarven Kingdom, then the number would be quite astonishing, at least tens of thousands.

What is scary is not the number, but the fact that these blacksmiths are almost all the excellent blacksmiths in each kingdom.

The goal of the Dwarf Kingdom is extremely straightforward, which is to monopolize and control all channels for producing high-end equipment in its own hands. If you want it, you have to trade with the Dwarf Kingdom.

Of course, making a deal is a way of saving face for yourself, but in reality it is just asking for help from the Dwarf Kingdom.

It is not possible to refuse to hand over those blacksmiths. Not to mention the Dwarf Kingdom's status as a holy land for blacksmiths, the consequences of not agreeing are quite terrifying.

[Sun Chariot] is a terrifying weapon that can be mass-produced and can control the power of the sun and even time. Any kingdom or force that does not have it will be trampled under the feet of the kingdom that possesses the Sun Chariot.

But if they agreed, it would be like cutting off one of their own arms, and they would become slaves of the Dwarf Kingdom. In order not to fall behind other kingdoms, they would have to work very hard to please the Dwarf Kingdom.

The powerful people in the Giant Kingdom Alliance had gloomy expressions. No one wanted to be ridden over by others, not to mention that the Dwarf Kingdom probably wanted to be a neutral country and continue to sell war weapons.

Of course, they also have the option of uniting and destroying the Dwarf Kingdom, but that is the most difficult thing to do, in every sense of the word.

The dwarves used to have a very good reputation. They were easygoing and free-spirited, and were very generous whether it was forging weapons or teaching skills. But now it seems like they are just using someone else's chicken to lay eggs, a conspiracy that has lasted for thousands of years.

Blaze raised his head and looked at the Giant Emperor, but the Giant Emperor didn't look at him, but lowered his head.

"I know this is a difficult choice. The blacksmiths who inherited the dwarven skills are the treasures of the country, but please believe in our ancient dwarven forging skills. The sun chariot given to you as a symbol of friendship is enough to make up for your loss." The black-robed dwarf made a rather awkward and perfunctory ceremonial gesture towards the Giant Emperor.

"What about the magical armor needed to drive the Sun Chariot?" Blaze suddenly spoke. His voice was not loud, but it attracted everyone's attention, as if everyone had been paying attention to him.

"Magic armor?" The Giant Emperor frowned. This new word gave him a bad feeling.

"You don't think all we need to do is sit on the Sun Chariot, do you? It needs to be able to withstand the sun's heat. Therefore, to safely operate the Sun Chariot, we need specially crafted magical armor."

"Otherwise, let alone driving, you won't even be able to get close."

“That’s right.” The black-robed dwarf nodded decisively, without any attempt to hide his opinion. “We’re not foolish enough to give away a weapon that could destroy us. All we can offer you is the Sun Chariot. The magic armor can only be rented, and it won’t be given to your personnel. Instead, it will be worn by us dwarves, along with the driver.”

"But you must believe in our sincerity. The magic armor is a symbiotic armor. It can only be customized, and once you put it on, you can't take it off."

"And we're not lying to you. If you have other ways to withstand the sun's heat, you can still drive the Sun Chariot without the need for magical armor."

The Giant Emperor's face darkened, but he had nothing to say. This was a normal operation. How could a super weapon like the Sun Chariot be given away so casually? There must be a bottleneck on the activation conditions.

But they didn't expect the Dwarf Kingdom to be so shameless. They couldn't even touch the Sun Chariot in their hands. Even if they wanted to use it, the driver was from the Dwarf Kingdom.

They said they were renting the sun chariot and the driver, but it turned out they must have hired a big shot.

As for saying that you don't need magic armor as long as you can withstand it, this statement is more like a joke.

"This matter is of great importance. We need some time to discuss it." The Giant Emperor held his forehead, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Both the Sun Chariot and the Dwarf Kingdom are a hot potato. You can't accept them, and you can't reject them either. Either way, it's a wrong choice.

"You don't have much time, because the Dwarf Kingdom has sent more than one messenger." The black-robed dwarf put on his hood and hid himself in the darkness again.

The pair of flaming eyes flashed and scanned everyone, finally stopping on Blaze. An undisguised sneer came from the black robe.

"The dying god."

Blaze raised his hands as if foresighted, holding down the Surtur raised by Marika with his left hand, and grabbing the wrist of Audrey who rushed out with his right hand.

The black-robed dwarf had no intention of suppressing his voice, and none of the people between the thrones were simple, so the cry of "Dying God" was heard by everyone.

"I'll come again tomorrow, everyone..." The black-robed dwarf took out a polygonal sphere from his black robe and deliberately slowed down his movements so that everyone could see his movements clearly.

"Think about it carefully."

The black-robed dwarf pressed down one side of the polygonal sphere, and his tall body twisted and disappeared, leaving only ripples in the space.

It is a transmission technology.

Although there are many props that can be used for space teleportation, the one in the dwarf's hand can undoubtedly be mass-produced.

The atmosphere between the thrones was terribly oppressive.

(End of this chapter)