radicalducati Chapter 119 The Dwarves' Sincerity
Chapter 119 The Dwarves' Sincerity
The skeletons in the Legion of the Dead move slowly, but each strike carries unstoppable power. The Vanir spears cannot harm the skeletons, but the skeletons' rusty weapons can slowly drain the life force from the Vanir warriors.
Even more terrifying is that every Vanir warrior who falls will rise again within seconds and become a member of the Legion of the Dead.
The Vanir warriors began to feel fear. They were not afraid of death, but they feared that after death they would become accomplices in killing their own people.
"Retreat! Retreat!" A general finally couldn't hold back any longer and turned to run away.
With this general leading the way, one warrior after another began to flee. The Vanir formation collapsed within minutes, and the warriors scattered in all directions. No one dared to face the Legion of Death anymore.
Njord stood frozen, watching the soldiers scatter and flee, his eyes filled with despair and anger: "This shouldn't be happening...this shouldn't be happening..." Njord murmured to himself, "The Vanir soldiers shouldn't be like this..."
Hela jumped off the warship and landed in front of Njord. She was half a head shorter than him, but the oppressive aura she exuded made Njord afraid to look at her.
"Elder Nyod," Hela's voice was calm, "your warriors are brave, but bravery cannot save them; only strength can, and strength does not belong to you."
Nyod looked up at Hela, his eyes filled with resentment: "You will not succeed. The other races will avenge us."
"Other races?" Hela couldn't help but laugh. "They're all too busy taking care of themselves to have anything to do with you."
Njord's eyes dimmed: "I...I surrender."
Hela looked at Njord and smiled slightly: "A wise choice."
Hela turned and waved to the Legion of the Dead. Skeleton soldiers lay back down on the warship, and the fallen Vanir gods also fell to the ground, only this time they were completely dead.
Asgard, the Golden Palace.
Hela knelt on one knee before the Holy Lord, reporting on the battle situation at Vanaheim.
"Master, Vanaheim has submitted, Njord is willing to swear allegiance, and the Death Legion has suffered no losses."
The Holy Lord nodded in satisfaction: "Well done, Hela."
Hela raised her head, a hint of expectation flashing in her eyes: "Master, although the warriors of Vanaheim are not strong, their mages are very useful. If you allow me, I can recruit a group of mages from Vanaheim to join the Death Legion."
The Holy Lord nodded: "Alright, you are in full charge of the time."
Hela smiled slightly: "Thank you, Master."
The Holy Lord looked at Frigga, who stood in the center of the hall with red eyes: "Frigga, it seems you have a problem with me?"
Frigga took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady: "My lord, Vanaheim is my homeland, and those warriors were once my comrades..."
Frigga didn't continue, intimidated by Hela's gaze: "Your Majesty, I... I'll take my leave now."
Wanda watched Frigga's retreating figure and asked, "Master, aren't you worried that Frigga will betray you?"
The Holy Lord shook his head: "He won't. Frigga is a smart person. Smart people know what they should and shouldn't do."
After Frigga left the hall, the guards entered and reported, "Your Majesty, the dwarves have sent an envoy."
The Holy Lord raised an eyebrow: "Dwarves? I didn't seek them out, but they came to me first. Let him in."
Guided by the guards, Brock entered the Golden Palace. Behind him followed four dwarf craftsmen, each carrying a box covered with runes, which looked extremely mysterious.
"Your Majesty," Brock knelt respectfully on one knee, "Has His Highness the Dwarf Kingdom carefully considered his decision to further demonstrate our sincerity?"
The Holy Lord's expression remained unchanged: "Further? I remember the dwarves already expressed their sincerity before."
Wanda tossed the sword, a gift from the dwarves that had been lying in a corner, in front of Brock. The dull thud of the metal hitting the ground, typical of the dwarven kingdom, echoed throughout the hall.
Brooke stared at the golden holy sword that had landed before him, cold sweat pouring down his body. He took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm, saying, "Your Majesty, regarding the matter of Vanaheim... our Dwarven Kingdom did not participate. Our Dwarven Kingdom has been dedicated to forging for generations and has not been involved in the conflicts of the Nine Realms. Elder Njord did send people to us, but we refused."
"They refused?" The Holy Lord's lips curled slightly upward. "Then what about those weapons forged by the dwarves in the hands of the Vanaheim warriors?"
Brock's face changed, and cold sweat poured down his back even more violently. Hela's mocking voice could still be heard in the hall, but he couldn't care less about that now: "Your Majesty... these... these are weapons they obtained from the Dwarf Kingdom... they have nothing to do with us."
The Holy Lord did not speak, and the hall fell into a deathly silence. The four dwarves who had come with Brock felt weak all over and could only barely maintain their kneeling position.
Brock gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and raised his head, saying, "The Dwarf Kingdom swears to follow Asgard to the death, and to follow the King to the death. To show our sincerity, we are willing to offer up the Dwarf Kingdom's most core technology."
Brooke stood up shakily and gestured for the craftsmen behind him to come forward. The first craftsman opened the box in his hand, inside which lay a fist-sized piece of metal, its jet-black surface faintly revealing a dark red glow.
Brook's voice, tinged with fear yet laced with pride, said, "This is a variant of Uru metal, which we call the 'Heart of the Black Sun.' It is three times harder than ordinary Uru metal, and its affinity for magic far surpasses that of any other metal known to us. There is only one such piece in the entire Dwarf Kingdom."
The Holy Lord glanced at the piece of metal and silently nodded: "Continue."
The second craftsman opened the box, inside which was a piece of animal hide as thin as a cicada's wing, covered with dense runes.
"This is the culmination of our Dwarven Kingdom's research into the power of runes over the past thousand years," Brooke said, his tone becoming solemn. "It includes runes related to attack, defense, space, time... and even a few that we have never revealed to the public before."
The hall fell silent for a moment. Hela's gaze sharpened, and Wanda could also sense the power of the runes on the animal hide.
The Holy Lord's expression remained unchanged: "Is that all?"
Brooke took a deep breath and opened the largest box. The moment the box was opened, an ancient and powerful aura filled the entire hall. Inside the box lay a small golden spear tip, covered with intricate runes, each rune flowing slowly as if it were alive.
This is the same spearhead as the Spear of Eternity, Gungnir.