Chapter 631 The Door Opens

"Ugh——!"

The long sound of the horn resounded throughout the Lilac Valley.

A group of dwarf warriors armed with spears entered this place in a neat queue.

After arriving at the flat land in the middle of Lilac Valley, the dwarf warriors first turned their column into a horizontal formation, and then slowly turned into an arc-shaped horizontal formation. A group of warriors faced the entrance of the valley neatly and solemnly, waiting for "visitors."

A huge and muscular wild boar with long tusks stretched out slowly walked out of the dwarves' queue, with a dwarf riding on its back, just like a human or orc riding a horse.

Although he has the same stout figure and a big beard, the appearance of this dwarf can still be seen to be different from other dwarves at a glance.

His hair and beard were neatly trimmed, and he was wearing silk clothes with brighter colors, which made him look very luxurious. He had a gold-rimmed cloak on his back, and on the middle finger of his right hand, he wore a necklace with a huge emerald inlaid on it. ring.

Mallory, the patriarch of the Stonemason clan, sat quietly on the back of his mount, looking into the distance, waiting for the outcasts to challenge his position as patriarch.

As time passes, the sun gradually moves closer to the south.

Mallory frowned impatiently.

"Ramsden!"

He called to his subjects.

"My clan leader, what are your orders?"

Lumsden ran forward and asked Mallory respectfully.

Lumsden came here today as one of the ten warriors to fight on behalf of the patriarch.

"Why hasn't that sinner come yet? Didn't we agree that it would be today?"

"This..." Ramsden touched his head, not knowing how to answer. In fact, he was also very confused.

Isn't this guy Emaar fooling everyone? This way he would become a complete laughing stock.

"Maybe he's been scared away!"

Another brave warrior expressed his speculation, which caused a burst of laughter from the people around him.

Lumsden said: "My clan leader, please wait a little longer. I think... that guy Emaar has not fallen to such an extent."

"Okay, then I'll wait!" Mallory said disdainfully, "If that guy doesn't come after noon, then I will send someone to inform each clan of this joke-like leader challenge."

As soon as Mallory finished speaking, a small group of people appeared in the distance and walked towards them.

He laughed: "Oh, our [distinguished guest] has finally arrived."

Mallory waited for Emaar and his followers with great ambition, ready to watch the bastard get his head blown off by his own warriors.

But what surprised him was that Emaar and his group actually stopped while walking and just looked at this place from a distance.

Is this guy frightened by the battle he brought today?

He is cowardly, he is scared, this coward!

I have long known that he is such a person! Shame on the dwarves!

"What's that?"

Lumsden pointed ahead.

"What, isn't it that bastard Emaar?"

Mallory was puzzled and gradually pulled his eyes away. He immediately stopped laughing.

At the entrance of the valley in the distance, billowing smoke and dust rose into the sky, as if a sandstorm was coming.

"Here's the hammer! What's that?" He asked the same question as Ramsden.

"It's an orc!" Lumsden yelled, and with his good eyesight, he identified the identity of the person coming.

"Why did the orcs come here?" The dwarves present were talking a lot.

At this time, Yimar's group, which had stopped, started moving towards this direction again, and they were moving very fast, almost running.

A small band of orcs caught up with them, walking with Emaar.

Orcs are extremely fast and they all ride horses.

They soon arrived not far in front of Mallory and others.

Because of doubts about the appearance of the orcs, Mallory remained silent.

Emaar yelled first.

"Usurper Mallory! You bastard, I'm here today to take back the glory and everything else that's mine that you stole."

"Imar!"

Ramsden shouted back, "You should explain why so many orcs are here."

As long as you are not a fool, you can tell at a glance that the appearance of the orcs is related to Emaar.

"Them? Hahahahaha!"

Yimar laughed wildly and shouted: "They are all my friends and they are here to help me regain my position as patriarch."

"You bastard!"

Everyone on Mallory's side guessed what Emaar wanted to do and cursed angrily.

Ramsden shouted angrily: "You actually want to destroy the sacred tradition, and you shamelessly want to use the power of foreigners!"

"Oh, poor Lumsden! I can see the panic in your eyes. Please show off more."

Emaar laughed with red eyes, "I like to see you the way you are now. This will add a lot of memorable jokes to my future life."

Lumsden was so angry that his veins popped out, "Aren't you afraid of being despised by the entire dwarf race?"

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Yimar yelled, "I have been made a laughing stock of the dwarves by you, so what do I have to worry about? Besides, no one of you can escape today."

Following Emaar's words, the orc cavalry rolled in, outflanking them from both sides, and surrounded the few dwarves.

The dwarves hurriedly formed a circle, pointing their spears diagonally at the orc cavalry in all directions.

At this time, the patriarch Mallory recognized the orc next to Ymar.

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"Eugene, my friend!"

He shouted to the old orc: "Why do the Sons of the Grasslands interfere in the disputes within the Sons of the Mountains?"

Finally being recognized, Eugene had to pull off the hood of his cloak.

He was often the envoy of the king's tent, and he was quite familiar with the head of the stonemason clan, so it was inevitable that he would be a little embarrassed in this situation.

"My friend, Mallory, please allow me to call you that for the last time."

His face was full of helplessness, "Unfortunately, the price given by Emaar is too high."

"What did he promise you? Tell me. Maybe I can give you more?"

Mallory's voice was filled with sincerity.

"Lord Patriarch!" Ramsden was a little anxious after hearing this.

Mallory glared at him, "It's just a contingency measure."

"You don't have to listen!"

Eugene responded: "I know you. You can't give me what Emaar can give me."

The old orc thought in his heart that even if you gave it, it would only be a temporary measure, and you would be much harder to control than Emaar.

Mallory finally fell into despair.

"Well, well, my friend Eugene!"

Emaar couldn't wait any longer, "Let's get rid of these traitors quickly!"

Eugene waved, "Attack!"

The orc cavalry who surrounded the dwarves urged their horses.

"Warriors of the Stonemason Clan! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

Lumsden roared, and all the dwarves had firm expressions on their faces. They already understood that it was now a certain death situation.

I can only leave my honor in this world!

The first thing that greeted us was a dense rain of arrows, and then the horse hooves rolled in...

The battle lasted for more than half an hour, and when the last dwarf warrior fell, Eugene and Emaar came to them.

Emaar found Mallory and Ramsden, their bodies covered with terrible scars and no longer breathing.

He took the big ring off Mallory's hand and carefully put it on his own hand, sighing with relief.

"You are finally back in the hands of your true owner." He seemed to be speaking to the ring.

"Are you sure this ring is enough?" the old orc asked.

"I'm sure!"

Eugene looked at the mess on the ground and said solemnly: "There are still people breathing! Maybe there is hope, Emaar."

Emaar said decisively: "What are you keeping them for? Tell them about the challenge I won with the help of outsiders?"

"Okay!" Eugene sighed secretly. He still respected these warriors who fought until the last moment.

He waved and told the cavalry, "Give them a good time."

The old orc looked towards the mountains to the south and seemed to have seen the world beyond the mountains.

That rich, civilized, beautiful world without black or white disasters.

"The first door has finally opened."