Mage Legend-Chapter 843 - 61: Target_3

Morgan leaned slightly, whispered to the Mage, "Lynch, although I don't like prophecies either, nobody can badmouth the Elf Queen. So could you perhaps turn that southern young lad into a mouse or something?"

"Then I'll turn you into a cat," Lynch said with a mischievous smile. He cut off the elf's questioning and suddenly said, "Let's hear the Dwarf's opinion first, my friend Morgan just happens to have something to say."

Big Beard was taken aback, not understanding what Lynch meant. Have something to say? He never had such an idea. However, it seemed that the bench under Morgan suddenly grew teeth and gave a sharp bite. The pained Dwarf cried out and jumped up, arms protecting his backside.

'You have to say something, don't you?' Morgan's mind was in a whirl, muttering to himself. Being watched by a large group felt worse than being surrounded by Snake-men. "Ah... I believe... we will win!" said the Dwarf.

Morgan wanted to sit down, but he found his knees seemed frozen, unable to bend; even if he tried to lie down directly, a transparent big hand held him, making him unable to move at all. Lynch looked at him with a smile, signaling him to continue speaking.

'Damn Mage!' Morgan couldn't help but curse silently. "We will win... we will, but the sacrifices might be very great." The Dwarf started off stuttering but gradually became fluent: "Our Dwarf Race has endured such pain, almost my entire tribe was wiped out. Anyone, whether you're tall or an elf stick, can't fight alone, that would only lead to a lonely death."

"We Dwarves are very clever, we've already united to fight the enemy in the mountains! That's what we're best at." Morgan's face reddened with excitement: "In the dark underground, no one can match the Dwarves. As we speak, the Dwarves' mightiest fighters are fighting fiercely, I really want to go there and fight alongside them!"

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

"Oh? They didn't let us go, saying that land belonged to humans." Morgan tugged at his beard, answering.

"While the Dwarves spilled blood and sacrificed lives underground, some people claimed their efforts as their own." Lynch said with a frown: "I'm very surprised, why did the boundaries of many noble lands expand so much during the war? What the Dwarves need are those mountains they have loved all their lives."

"This situation must stop! The Dwarves' territory includes not only their underground realm but also those peaks!" Pastan declared, beating his chest: "Holy Pate has always regarded the kind-hearted Dwarves as comrades and brothers, respecting your territories in the Ridge Mountains and the Five Realms Mountain Range. Hopefully, we can join hands to reclaim these lands from the Snake-men!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

In fact, it was clear to anyone that the Mage and the Dwarves were good friends, helping the Dwarves meant securing two strong allies. However, the Half-Elf General reacted the fastest, and his words carried the most integrity. After all, throughout the history of Holy Pate, the temple never expanded its lands even by an inch. The Dwarves lived most of their time underground, so they weren't often active on the surface. Although maps marked the range of the Dwarf Country, it only referred to the underground area; the mountain peaks on the surface were open for anyone to enter. They could even search for minerals in the mountains. Dwarves were hospitable, often gifting humans mined minerals, but they didn't like others haphazardly digging caves in the mountains. Those unsafe small holes made the majestic mountains riddled with wounds. After this meeting, the Dwarves gained full territorial rights over those peaks, and no one dared to open mines without their consent again.

"Oh, that's great!" Dwarf Morgan looked at Wislin, then at Lynch. "There's nothing more I want to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized his knees were his own again. The Dwarf quickly took the opportunity to sit down, gripping the chair's armrests tightly, afraid that some strange force would lift him up again.