Mage Legend-Chapter 839 - 61:

Morgan leaned slightly, whispered to the Mage, "Lynch, although I don't like prophecies either, no one can speak ill of the Elf Queen. So, could you turn that brat from the South into a rat or something?"

"And then I'll turn you into a cat." Lynch had a mischievous smile on his face. He interrupted the elf's questioning and suddenly said, "Let's hear the dwarf's opinion first; my friend Morgan happens to have something to say."

Big Beard was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Lynch meant. Something to say? He had never had such an intention. However, the chair under Morgan's bottom suddenly seemed to grow teeth and took a fierce bite. The pained dwarf yelped and jumped up, protecting his behind with both arms.

'You have to say something, don't you?' Morgan's mind was in turmoil, constantly muttering to himself. Being watched by a large group felt terrible; he'd rather be surrounded by Snake-men. "Ah... I believe... we will win!" the dwarf said.

Morgan wanted to sit down but found that his knees seemed frozen, refusing to bend; even if he intended to lie down directly, he was held up by an invisible big hand, unable to move at all. Lynch looked at him with a smile, signaling with his eyes for him to continue.

'Annoying Mage!' Morgan couldn't help but silently curse. "We will win... we will, but the sacrifices might be enormous." The dwarf started stammering but gradually became fluent: "We Dwarves have already endured such pain; my tribe was almost entirely wiped out. Anyone, whether you're a tall one or an elf, can't resist alone; that would only lead to a solitary death."

"We dwarves are smart, already united and fighting the enemy in the mountains! That's what we're best at." Morgan's face flushed with excitement: "In the dark underground, no one is a match for the dwarves. At this very moment, the fiercest fighters are battling intensely; I really want to go there and fight alongside them!"

Lynch suddenly grabbed his hand, causing Morgan to pause. The Mage asked, "Morgan, what happened when your people left the All-Knowing Tower to go to the Five Realms Mountain Range and the Gunn Mountains?"

"Oh? They won't let us go, saying that land belongs to humans." Morgan tugged on his beard and replied.

"While dwarves shed blood underground and sacrificed their lives, some people claimed their efforts as their own." Lynch said with a frown, "I'm very curious, why did so many nobles' land boundaries expand greatly during the war? What the dwarves need are those mountains they dearly love."

"This situation must stop! The dwarves' territory not only includes their underground domain but also those peaks!" Pastan said, thumping his chest: "Holy Pate has always regarded the kind dwarves as comrades and brothers, respecting your territory in the Ridge Mountains and the Five Realms Mountain Range. I hope we can join hands and reclaim these lands from the Snake-men!"

In truth, it was clear to everyone that the Mage and the dwarves were certainly good friends. Helping the dwarves would mean securing two powerful allies. However, the Half-Elf General reacted the fastest, and his words were also the most trustworthy. After all, throughout the history of Holy Pate, the temple had never expanded its territory outward even an inch. Dwarves spent most of their time living underground, so they didn't often venture to the surface. Although the map marked the extent of the Dwarf Country, it only referred to the underground areas; anyone could freely enter the peaks above ground. They could even search for minerals in the mountains. Dwarves were hospitable, willing to share some mined ores with humans, but they disliked them randomly digging holes on the peaks. Those unsafe little caverns turned the majestic mountains into eyesores. After this meeting, the dwarves gained full territorial rights over those peaks, and no one dared open mines without their consent.

"Oh, that's great!" Dwarf Morgan looked at Wislin, then at Lynch. "As for the rest, I have nothing more to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, he found his knees had returned to his control. The dwarf quickly seized the opportunity to sit down, clutching the chair's arms tightly, afraid some mysterious force would lift him up again.