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Hearing his father's call, Harem slowly turned around at the doorway and looked at the people around the family conference table.

His father, mother, sister, and brother were sitting there.

As the youngest son in the family, although he has begun to learn how to manage the family business, he has never been interested in it and has rarely participated in such meetings.

He rarely engages in business-related discussions with his family on a regular basis.

Fortunately, his older sister and brother were quite talented in this area, so Wisbrutus stopped forcing his youngest son to develop in the business field and let him do as he pleased.

However, the situation is different today.

How could he turn away from such an important meeting like an outsider?

At this moment, Wisbruto was agitated with anger, and seeing his youngest son's behavior, he couldn't help but roar and ask a question.

Harem shook his head helplessly.

"This outcome should have been expected several years ago, or even months ago."

Upon hearing Harem's words, everyone looked confused for a moment, unable to immediately understand what he meant.

Only his mother sighed softly.

“Harem, things are different now than they were back then.”

Upon hearing this, a mocking smile flashed across Harem's face. Such an expression was extremely rare on a dwarf's face.

"Yes, back then our kinsmen didn't hold a knife to our throats and force us to make a choice. They just told us the facts."

He gave us an opportunity to reclaim our lost glory and rebuild our own nation.

Upon hearing these words, the previously confused crowd instantly understood what Harem was referring to.

He was referring to the Night's Watch dwarves and the summons issued to them by the dwarf king.

The dwarf king claimed to have heard the call of his ancestors and hoped that the dwarves would return to the former lands of the empire and rebuild their homeland with him.

However, many dwarves rejected the offer.

They did not deny the identity of the Dwarf King, nor did they fail to hear the call of their ancestors.

It's simply that they don't want to.

"Back then, their prophet, Lord Lurek, who is still in the Silver Fortress, must have said something like that, right?"

"Living under someone else's roof, we will eventually lose our freedom. When the orcs have needs, when war breaks out, we will only become tools to provide them with weapons."

"Even if we can supply them with weapons through normal trade, even under the guise of so-called honor, the orcs still want us to be their vassals, completely under their control."

Clearly, the orcs could not tolerate any possibility of betrayal from the dwarves, and even a slight decrease in trade volume was unacceptable to them.

After all, they were too reliant on the dwarves' weapon forging.

From beginning to end, the "help" the orcish empire gave to the dwarves always came at a price, and now it's time to pay that price.

“We did have a chance, didn’t we? We could have just answered the call of the Golden King and reclaimed our homeland, which belongs to us dwarves.”

That was our only way out. The Night's Watch was still around then; they could help us defend against the orcs' invasion and control.

At that time, evil gods were rampant, and the situation was chaotic. To be honest, the orcs performed worse than the human forces during that period.

Orcs are a naturally violent race, and some clans are notorious for being simple-minded and fond of fighting.

If it weren't for the Night's Watch's assistance, the Orcish Empire would probably have long since descended into chaos.

That was the perfect opportunity for all the dwarves to escape being manipulated. Survival and security were clearly more important than losing a stable supply of high-quality weapons.

Moreover, the dwarves had the noble cause of revival at the time, and even the orcish empire had to be wary of them.

But the situation is very different now. The Golden King's call has ended, and due to the changing war situation on the continent of Lebia, he has left with the dwarves who were willing to follow him.

Now only Lurek remains, attempting to recruit more dwarves. However, as the Orcish Empire gradually ceases to rely on the Night's Watch's full assistance, the Night's Watch's influence has diminished considerably.

Worse still, the Night's Watch has now almost completely withdrawn from the continent, and they are struggling to survive themselves.

This continent is ravaged by war and in a state of chaos. Even without the pressure from the Orc Empire, other forces would covet the dwarves and attempt to control them.

After all, dwarves are a good source of weapons and can even be a source of manpower.

It was precisely because the surrounding forces gave the Night Watchers face that the Silver Fortress remained untouched for the time being.

"Dealing with these merchants all day long, I think we have long forgotten what honor is, and forgotten how tenacious our ancestors were."

Yes, it's so comfortable here. There's a stable environment, plenty of delicious food, and all we need to do is forge the weapons we're good at to acquire great wealth.

Father, you were a renowned and successful merchant, so prestigious! Even clan chiefs and city lords treated you with utmost respect.

Harem said with a sarcastic tone.

He had a heated argument with his family about this matter, firmly believing that responding to the call of the Golden King was the only way for the dwarves to regain true freedom.

But his father and other family members wouldn't listen to him at all, thinking he was just an impulsive young man.

Just like those young dwarves who responded to the call, it was nothing more than a moment of enthusiasm.

While such factors certainly exist, Harim has a deeper understanding of the situation.

"Father, how long has it been since you last heard the voice of Mother Earth?"

Wisbrutto was furious at his son's sarcastic remarks, but when he heard the question, he was stunned.

"Have you all almost forgotten? Forgotten that we are children of the earth, descendants of the mountains?"

But I can still hear the call of Mother Earth; she needs us.

After saying that, Harim shook his head with a regretful expression and turned to leave.

Everyone was left standing there in silence.

Harem knew very well that there was no need for him to continue trying to persuade his family.

Although they seemed to be arguing, negotiating, and shouting just now, they had actually already tacitly agreed to become vassals of the orcs and continue to provide them with weapons.

After all, this is essentially no different from the past.

He even knew that the Unicorn Clan had agreed to send troops to Dragonhammer Town to "help" them defend against attacks from other directions.

"Harem, come back quickly! Where are you going?" His mother chased after him, calling out anxiously.

By this time, Harim was already fully prepared, wearing armor he had forged himself, holding a warhammer, and carrying some dry rations.

"I want to leave here, to seek our glory, and to reclaim the former glory of our ancestors."

He proclaimed loudly, as if making a vow.

It was only then that the mother realized,

A group of dwarves had gathered outside the door; they were all residents of Dragonhammer Town.

At this moment, they were all fully armed and carrying prepared rations.

And so, they surrounded Harim and embarked on their journey.

The mother watched this scene as if she were seeing her son for the first time. (End of Chapter)