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Chapter 147 The Elf King and the Dwarf King's Reactions

After receiving the letter, the Slane Theocracy remained outwardly calm, but secretly began to mobilize its forces in earnest.

The Six-Colored Holy Scripture troops are all on high alert.

Those were the elite forces that the Slane Theocracy held back, rarely used under normal circumstances. But aftershocks like the Centennial Aftershocks were not to be taken lightly. The records left by the Six Great Gods clearly stated that every aftershock was a catastrophe.

It's always better to prepare in advance than to be caught off guard and scramble at the last minute.

Meanwhile, two other letters were also delivered to their intended destinations.

The Platinum Dragon King sent three bronze fire dragons to deliver the message.

These bronze fire dragons were all cannon fodder mass-produced by Leylin back then, and their level is stable at around level 56.

This level of creature was of little use to Leylin, so he directly assigned it to the Platinum Dragon King as an assistant. Over the years, it has been under the Platinum Dragon King's control and has been very obedient.

The route for delivering the message was simple: one end to the Kingdom of Slane, one end to the Kingdom of Dwarves, and one end to the Kingdom of Elves.

The first two tasks were completed smoothly; the message was delivered and the dragon returned safely.

However, when he went to the Elf Kingdom, he almost didn't make it back alive.

Dekam Hogan, the Elf King, is a descendant of the Eight Greed Kings.

When he saw a bronze fire dragon flying in from the sky, his first reaction was not to accept the message, but to take action immediately.

Before the bronze fire dragon could react, it was entangled by a terrifying force.

【The Earth Element Spirit】.

That was Dekam's most treasured summon, far surpassing the Bronze Fire Dragon in power. The Bronze Fire Dragon was so suppressed that it couldn't move and even had difficulty breathing.

It tried to break free, but to no avail; it tried to fight back, but to no avail. The Earth Elemental Spirit pressed down on it like a mountain, making it completely unable to resist.

For a fleeting moment, the Bronze Fire Dragon even considered self-destruction.

[Rhine], once detonated, will turn everything within a radius of several miles into scorched earth.

But before it could detonate, the force that was pressing down on it suddenly loosened.

De Kem stood on a high platform not far away, looking down at it with obvious contempt and boredom in his eyes.

"Is that all you've got?" He waved his hand dismissively. "Get lost."

Without saying a word, the bronze fire dragon dropped the letter and ran away.

De Kem took the letter and glanced at it.

The letter was simple: an aftershock was imminent, and the Dragon Clan and the Kingdom of Inberia had jointly issued a warning, urging all parties to prepare.

After reading it, Decham smiled contemptuously.

"Dragon Clan?" He twirled the letter between his fingers. "They've really fallen. They actually have to join forces with me, the offspring of the Eight Desire King, to deal with some aftershock. When my fathers killed you, you weren't this cowardly."

He spoke loudly, clearly addressing the bronze fire dragon that hadn't gone far.

But the bronze fire dragon paid no heed and flew even faster.

Dekam watched the dragon flee in a sorry state and suddenly felt a little bored.

He dropped his disdainful expression, stared at the letter in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

His arrogant demeanor just now was half an act.

The dragon race was indeed decimated by the Eight Desire Kings, but those were the Eight Desire Kings, not him. Although he was a descendant of the Eight Desire Kings, his strength was far inferior to that of his fathers.

If he were to truly clash head-on with the dragons, he might not necessarily gain the upper hand.

He had deliberately provoked the dragon to try and get it to reveal more information, but the dragon was like a block of wood and didn't react no matter how he provoked it.

"Interesting," he murmured.

The Dragon Clan and the Eight Desires King have a blood feud, yet they come to deliver a message to him. What are their true intentions behind this?

Is it a genuine attempt at an alliance? Or is there some kind of conspiracy?

De Kem thought for a while, but couldn't come up with a solution.

But he wasn't afraid.

With his current strength, plus the [Original Earth Elemental Spirit], even if the dragons have some kind of conspiracy, he can handle it.

"Alright, I don't want to think about it anymore."

He casually tossed the letter onto the table, his thoughts already drifting elsewhere.

Which concubine should I visit later?

He's been a bit troubled lately. The children born to his concubines aren't very capable; they're all weak and feeble, completely unable to inherit his talent.

Should we find a stronger woman to have the baby?

I recently heard that a female adventurer named Nana has returned from outside. She seems to be quite strong. Should I give her a try?

Dekam stroked his chin, his face displaying that focused and absorbed expression, like that of a seven-colored dragon king.

Procreation is the proper thing to do.

The situation is much simpler in the dwarf kingdom.

The dwarves lived in mines deep in the mountains, where the massive bronze dragons could not fly in.

Fortunately, the dwarves were not completely isolated from the world. Several trading posts were set up outside the mines, with dwarves stationed there year-round to deal with passing caravans.

The bronze dragon simply threw the letter at the entrance of one of the trading posts.

The few dwarves who stayed behind were squatting on the ground playing cards when they suddenly felt it getting dark.

I looked up—

A gigantic fire dragon was hovering above their heads.

"Oh my god!!!"

The dwarves immediately threw down their cards, covered their heads, and fled, hiding behind rocks and trembling with fear.

A dragon! It's a dragon! The legendary dragon!

Oh no, oh no, oh no, I'm going to die here today!

As a result, the dragon simply left behind a letter and flew away without looking back.

The dwarves crouched behind the rocks and waited for a long time, making sure the dragon had really flown far away, before daring to peek out.

"Gone—gone?"

"It seems like he's gone."

"What's it here for?"

"I don't know—wait, there's something on the ground."

A bold dwarf cautiously approached and picked up the letter.

The letter was sealed and stamped with an unfamiliar sealing wax seal.

However, they noticed the signature: Leylin Faslis Inbelen.

They recognized the signatory; it was none other than the king of the recently risen and powerful human nation, the Kingdom of Inberia.

However, within the Kingdom of Inberia, their king seems to be addressed as "God King," "King of Kings," "Sun King," "Holy King of the Moon," and a whole bunch of other exaggerated and nonsensical titles.

The dwarves couldn't understand why these people were so bragging about their king.

The dwarves looked at each other in bewilderment.

One of them said, "How about we open it and take a look?"

Another said, "Are you crazy? This is a letter written by another king; how can we commoners open it?"

"Then—what should we do?"

"Send it up! To His Majesty! Let him decide!"

After checking and confirming that there were no problems, the dwarves carefully delivered the letter to their great "Rune King," His Majesty the "Rune King."

Several dwarfs, carrying the letter, ran cautiously into the depths of the mine.

The dwarf king was drinking in his palace when he suddenly heard a commotion outside.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"

The Dwarf King put down his wine glass and looked at the few dwarves who came running in panting: "What's all the fuss about?"

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"Dragon—the dragon is coming!"

The dwarf king jumped to his feet: "What?!"

"But—but it didn't attack, it just threw down a letter and ran away—"

The dwarf king was stunned.

letter?

He took the letter, opened it, and read it.

The signature at the bottom clearly reads: Leylin Faslis Inbelen.

The King of the Kingdom of Inberia.

The dwarf king scratched his head.

He knew this person. In recent years, he had often heard people say that a superpower had emerged over there, and that the king was an extraordinary figure with his men who were as strong as monsters.

But he didn't have much interaction with that king, so why did he suddenly write to him?

The dwarf king read the letter for a long time but didn't quite understand it.

What kind of aftershocks are we talking about? What kind of demonic intervention is this? What kind of world-class disaster is this?

He recognizes each word individually, but doesn't understand the meaning when they're put together.

He scratched his head and decided to go find his teacher.

Toronto, an elder of the Dwarf Kingdom, traveled extensively across the continent in his youth, gaining a wealth of knowledge. Later, in his old age, he returned to the Dwarf Kingdom to dedicate himself to teaching the young Dwarf King.

When the Dwarf King found him, he was carving a runestone.

"Teacher, take a look at this."

Toronto took the letter and read it carefully.

As he looked on, his expression became complicated.

"Inbelia—" he murmured.

The dwarf king asked curiously, "Teacher, do you know this king?"

Toronto was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke.

"I visited Inberia more than sixty years ago."

The dwarf king became interested: "Oh? What kind of country is that?"

"Back then—" Toronto squinted, recalling, "At that time, Inberia was just a small country on the central edge of the continent. It was not large in area, had a small population, and its national strength was about the same as our Dwarf Kingdom."

"I noticed a very peculiar forging technique over there and wanted to learn more about it, but—" He gave a wry smile, "one of my teammates suddenly got greedy and stole their things."

"and then?"

"Then he got arrested." Toronto shook his head. "The stuff had actually been secretly returned long ago, but the kid was still sentenced to twenty years of hard labor."

The dwarf king opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Toronto continued, "Then I left, and later I heard that Inberia began to expand wildly, the Orc Kingdom was destroyed, countless demi-human nations were destroyed, and even the six major central nations were swallowed up by them."

He looked at the letter in his hand, his tone filled with emotion: "More than sixty years ago, it was a small country; more than sixty years later—it has become the most powerful country on this continent."

The dwarf king scratched his head: "So the aftershocks mentioned in the letter over the past century are true?"

Toronto nodded: "Some major events do happen on the continent every hundred years. I'm not entirely sure what they are, but since that king specifically sent someone to deliver the message, he must have sensed something."

He paused, then said, "Your Majesty, we must reply."

The dwarf king was taken aback: "A reply? How should I write it?"

"Not by letter," Toronto said, "but by going there in person."

"Go myself?" The dwarf king hesitated. "But—"

"The king specifically reminded us that this was a gesture of goodwill," Toronto said. "Goodwill needs a response. Sending someone to deliver a letter is too perfunctory. His Majesty going in person shows sincerity."

The dwarf king thought about it and realized that his teacher made sense.

"Alright." He nodded. "Then let's make preparations and visit this—His Majesty the God-King—in a while."

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When he said the words "God King," his tone was a little strange.

After all, in his mind, it was a bit of an exaggeration to praise his own king as a god.

However, the person who could make the entire country so powerful—

It would be good to go and take a look.

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