The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 228 [Please Read Further!] 20. Dwarf Jokes and Dragon Animal Protection

"Oh, this is the human kingdom of Eldoron that the elves often mention."

Clad in obsidian armor and carrying a heavy hammer on his back, the dwarven high priest Bagg gazed curiously at the human soldiers ahead, scrutinizing these creatures who were about the same height as elves but lacked pointed ears.

Clearly, at least this dwarf priest, Bag Ironhammer, had never seen so many humans at once before.

"Speaking of which, our clan has used magical artifacts produced by your Eldoron. They were transshipped from the elves."

"I must say, the quality of the goods produced in your human kingdom of Eldoron is quite good."

"Of course, in terms of ironware and brewing, it is still a little behind our heritage."

The dwarf Bag stepped forward and warmly shook hands with Elian.

Elian crouched down slightly to maintain a suitable height and shook hands with the high priest of the southern kingdom.

At this point, the dwarf with the thick, long beard seemed to remember something, so he stood on tiptoe, raised his hand, as if he wanted to do something.

Elian quickly and consciously crouched down a little lower, allowing the dwarf to pat him on the shoulder in a rather generous manner:

"Your human kingdom of Eldoron is quite impressive."

"They've only been around for a few decades, yet they've managed to tame these arrogant elves so well!"

At this point, the dwarf Bag glanced out of the corner of his eye at Elf, the king of the Sun Elves, and his elf messengers, all standing upright with professional, polite smiles.

"King of Humans, you have no idea how incredibly arrogant those elves were when they interacted with us!"

"Especially those arrogant Sun Elves, they always look at us with their heads down and an air of superiority!"

Seeing this dwarf high priest completely disregard the dignity of the elves and speak ill of his own kind in public, Princess Lia felt very uncomfortable and muttered to herself:
Tell me, what's a way to stop looking down at you dwarves and acting "high and mighty"?

El-Erian gave an awkward but polite smile:

"Let's not worry about the past anymore. At least for now, the Elven Royal Court is willing to communicate with us in a friendly manner."

"We are now comrades-in-arms fighting side by side."

Elian knew that for at least the past thousand years, the Elven Kingdom in the center of the continent had surpassed the Dwarven Kingdom in the south in every aspect of its overall national strength!
For example, in terms of the number of legendaries, the Elven Court had 60 legendaries for a long time, including 42 legendary mages and 18 legendary warriors and priests.

In less than a year recently, the Elven Court lost 15 legends, including the strongest, Larklas, and some more legends fell during the subsequent invasion of the Abyss.

While most of the legendary figures who perished in this battle had a chance to be resurrected by magic, their strength would be permanently diminished upon resurrection. Furthermore, the energy absorption properties of some demons and undead would also permanently lower their rank. This reduced the number of legendary figures in the Elven Court by approximately 10.

As stubborn dwarves, they have been overshadowed by the elves for thousands of years and regarded as a race of inferiority, so naturally they are unhappy.

Now that we've finally encountered an opportunity where the elves are in dire straits, I feel a sense of triumph!

Hearing Elion's words, the dwarven high priest Bag nodded:

"King of Humans, you are right. Now we are all allies fighting side by side. I will tolerate the arrogant attitude of those elves for the time being."

“You are indeed sensible and far better than those arrogant elves!”

"After this operation to conquer the Abyss Rift, let's discuss some business between our two nations. We won't need to go through those elves anymore..."

You'll die if you don't mention us elves, huh...?

Leah suppressed the urge to beat up her ally before the battle and gave Elf a wink.

No, little brother, what kind of allies are you looking for?

Elf spread his arms wide, adopting a look of utter despair, his eyes conveying a silent message—

There's nothing we can do; the dwarves have harbored a grudge against us elves for a long time. And now, we need their help, so we can't really say anything.

Alas, our Elven Royal Court has also fallen into decline... Lia couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

"This invasion of the Abyss has also significantly impacted our dwarven race and the kingdom that lives alongside these mountains and plains. In the last two months alone, eight towns have been destroyed by Abyss demons!"

"If we could seal that abyssal rift, that would be wonderful!"

"Ishammer the dwarf priest said angrily, then pointed to the 100 dwarves standing neatly behind him:"
"King of Mankind, for this mission, I have brought 100 carefully selected elites."

"They are all battle-hardened warriors, each capable of taking on a thousand men!"

"Or they are priests who, like me, practice the virtues of Moradin (the chief god of the dwarves)."

Dwarves possess a natural resistance to magic, allowing them to better defend against enemy spells. However, perhaps for this very reason, the mage class has never emerged among the dwarves.

However, priests who use divine magic can perform their duties normally.

Therefore, the professionals among the dwarves are primarily warriors and priests.

Elian looked at the dwarves, who were clad in heavy armor and wielded warhammers and axes. Under the sunlight, their thick arms and legs gave them an imposing presence, and they looked incredibly strong.

The priests also wore a holy emblem on their chests, symbolizing Moradin and depicting a hammer and anvil.

100 high-ranking warriors or priests!

This is one of the core advantages of high-end combat power in this fantasy world.

Easy to maneuver!

Although a small number of elite troops may not be able to go head-to-head with an entire legion.

However, mobilizing an entire legion is extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive, requiring a long march. A small number of high-end combat troops, on the other hand, can be moved between nations using teleportation magic and other means.

Just as Elian was about to say something, he heard a woman's voice, exuding elegance and nobility, beside him:
"Are you His Majesty Elrian, the ruler of the human kingdom of Eldoron?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"My half-dragon legion is no match for me, so I won't bring it to make a fool of myself."

Elian turned his head and saw a magnificent, snow-white dragon beside him, speaking human language.

Silver Dragon.

An ancient silver dragon!
To shut the dwarves up, Elf Sunshine quickly moved on to the next segment, introducing the group to everyone:

"This is our second ally. The ancient silver dragon, Lady Frost."

"She rules the snow-capped mountains of the North, possessing formidable strength and magic, comparable to a mid-level legendary professional!"

"Lady Frost is an ancient dragon that has existed since the time of the ancient Dragon Empire, and was once a great noble of the Dragon Empire."

The silver dragon shook its wings, its tone elegant yet cold:
"There's no need to bring up these old stories again."

"It's good that that brutal empire that enslaved other races has perished."

No wonder, as a dragon, she has such a good relationship with the Elven Royal Court. Indeed, she was already an opponent during the Dragon Empire era…

El-Erian was not surprised at all.

Humans of this era may not understand the habits of each dragon, but as a mage scholar from the future, Elion knows very well:

Even among the inherently kind "metal dragons," the silver dragons are the most unique and peculiar!
What's peculiar about silver dragons is that they have an extreme fondness for tiny humanoid creatures such as humans, elves, dwarves, and gnomes.

This fondness even reached the point of fanaticism!
Many silver dragons will even deliberately transform into humanoid creatures and live with these tiny beings for hundreds of years, just to be able to get close to these adorable creatures.

It's no wonder that, during the era when the Dragon Empire brutally enslaved various humanoid races and disregarded the lives of slaves, the Silver Dragons consistently advocated for the protection of these adorable creatures who were weaker than themselves, urging the dragons to value the rights of these beings.

They spread the word everywhere that the lives of humanoid beings are also lives, and that humanoid beings should also have dragon rights!

Using Elian's past life on Earth as a metaphor, the silver dragon is like the "animal protection" of the dragon race.

Or rather, "PICC"?
According to Elian's experience from later generations, among all humanoid creatures, the silver dragons liked humans the most!
Perhaps it is because, among the major civilizations and races, the human race has the shortest lifespan.

For dragons, the "non-dragon feeling" is the strongest.

Moreover, their figures are the most well-proportioned, unlike elves who are thin, without pointed ears, and unlike dwarves and gnomes who are short.

It can be said that humans are the most perfect match for the Silver Dragon's aesthetic among all humanoid races!
However, the human race has existed for less than a thousand years, and their overall numbers are still very small, especially in the harsh environment of the northern continent where there are hardly any humans. It is conceivable that this silver dragon lord has not had much contact with humans...

Now, with the Elven Royal Court acting as a go-between, the opportunity to make contact with this ancient silver dragon lord is a perfect one for the human kingdom of Eldoron…

With a thought, Elrian led a group of Eldoran high-ranking officials forward to greet the noble and beautiful silver dragon:

"Lord of the Northern Snow Mountains, welcome! Thank you for your support of our operation!"

This handsome human king deliberately maintained an elegant posture and movements.

Behind Elian, Gretel, Helen, Cassandra, and the others followed suit, bowing to the towering silver dragon that resembled a small snow mountain.

(End of this chapter)