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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nThe brutal killing at the entrance of the Dwarfs’ cave had stopped.

nSome Dwarf Warriors who were covered in blood held onto the wall and forced their bodies to the mouth of the cave. They could finally see their savior!

n“Pure-blooded Elves, Blackleaf Forest’s Elves?”

n“Why are they here?” One Dwarf said, shocked.

n“They’re Elves from the border town. You didn’t patrol outside before so you didn’t know an Elf Prince had come to the town…” A Dwarf Warrior with short stature and was gorgeously dressed, said with his eyebrows raised.

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n“Why would a pure-blooded Elf Prince come to such a place?”

n“He’s at the borders of Blackleaf Forest. This Elf Prince is really too careless. Isn’t he afraid that he will be caught by evil people?” Someone sighed with worry.

n“How would I know that?” There was a trace of admiration in the words of Odom. He did not explain well but was right.

nBecause in terms of bloodline, William was the Prince among the Blackleaf Elves!

nThe royal bloodline of the Blackleaf Forest was extremely rare, and there were many of them who died in battle. In addition, the Elves belonged to the species with long lives and because their breeding power was very worrying, they did not pay much attention to seniority. Basically, as long as the Elf King did not die, other descendants with royal blood were all crowned as princesses or princes!

nAny princess and prince also had the right to inherit the throne!

nThe key was to see their influence and support rate, as well as the will of the Elf King.

nBut unfortunately, William’s father was a human…

nHe was the prince of the Blackleaf Elves in terms of bloodline. Even to the 500 private soldiers, he was treated like a little prince of sorts.

nHowever…

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nHe did not have a real status!

nOdom decided that he was an Elfin Prince.

nThis was because he had secretly observed and saw how respectful the 500 Elven bodyguards were to William. This was enough to show that William was the prince of the Elves!

nOnly with the dignity of the Elves’ royal family would other Elves bow their heads respectfully.

n“Wait a minute, what do you mean by saying that he was too careless to come here?” Odom looked unhappy and after speaking, turned around while holding his hammer.

nThe Dwarf Warrior who had spoken kept quiet and looked at the walls of the cave as if he wanted to use his fingers to pull out some mythril…

nBecause Odom was also of royal blood and was even the last heir of the royal family of Lonely Mountain!

nThe last king of Lonely Mountain, Odom Heavyhammer!

nPerhaps the people in this era had long forgotten the surname Heavyhammer. But in the past, this surname was not worse than that of the Elves, and those seven big Dwarf kingdoms were far from being compared to it.

nHowever, the Dwarfen civil war broke out after the fall of Odello Heavyhammer, the king of Lonely Mountain.

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nThe Dwarfs, who were truly loyal to the descendants of the Lonely Mountain’s king, were killed and seriously wounded, so they could only escape with their young prince.

nAnd the Dwarfs who had started the war claimed that they chose a king ‘regretfully’ because they could not find the real heir of the royal blood.

nAs for who started this civil war?

nAt least half of the seven Dwarf kingdoms were involved…

nBut even if they had many fierce achievements in battles, the elegant and arrogant Elves would always make the Dwarfs feel that they were too delicate and should not come to such a dangerous place…

nAs for the Dwarfs with rough skin and thick flesh?

nOf course, they could go anywhere…

n“Remember, don’t reveal my surname. From now on, my surname will be Hammer. Odom Hammer, Blacksmith Grandmaster!” Odom said decisively when he saw that Lautner had finally defeated the pale Orc.

nThe other Dwarf Warriors nodded. The situation was very clear now.

nThe Elf Prince from the border town came to help and not only were they going to repay them with the mythril ore mine, but Odom also intended…

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nBut while they were talking about it here… The one on one battle had ended.

nLautner fought hard with his method of inflicting injury and furiously cut off the pale Orc’s head.

n“Leader is dead?” The Orcs were stunned.

n“Oh, sh*t!” A Berserker Orc saw the surrounding Elves and threw down the weapons in his hands. Gathering a pickaxe from the ground skillfully, he waved it around several times, and it felt good in his hands, so he made a pretense to dig the ground.

nWhen the other Orcs saw this, they immediately put down their weapons and looked around, as if the pale Orc had nothing to do with them.

nWilliam could not help laughing when he saw this scene…

nBut the arrogant Elfin bodyguards did not allow him to laugh…

nSo, he closed his mouth and slowly came up the other side of Lautner, who had his back towards him.

nLautner’s long sword was touching the ground, his hands resting lightly on the hilt, and he looked at the Orcs in a domineering manner, his strong aura leaking…

n“Revolt, or surrender!” William said in a deep, loud voice, with no expression on his face!

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n“Surrender!”

n“We surrender…” The Orcs knelt down one after another, showing that they were submitting!

nAccording to the experience of Orcs fighting with the Elves, they knew that the Elves often did not kill captives, only enemies who ran away or disobeyed. The other captives were to be miners, at worst!

nAs for the best treatment?

nThe head of the fellow miners…

nBut there was nothing wrong with being a miner. There was always a chance of escaping.

nThey could hope to live it up… This was a little impossible, but it was enough that they were not going to die immediately.

nThe most critical thing was that Lautner gave them too much pressure.

nThe pale Orc, they had once looked up to, had been easily beheaded by Lautner, and his head was trampled under Lautner’s feet.

nThis was enough to bring great pressure to the Orcs.

nOrcs liked to submit to the strong, just like when they became a clan under the Giant Dragon with the pressure of dying at any time.

nAfter all, even if you want to run, you had to have the chance. This was the forest…

n“Disarm all of them, take off all their armor and take them to the iron ore mine!” William waved his hand and Noch instructed the Elfin bodyguards to take the group away.

nSubsequently.

nHe turned to look at those Elves at the mouth of the cave and smiled. “Dwarf friends, I hope my rescue is timely!”

nOdom Heavyhammer’s good impression 188

nPeter Boulder’s good impression 230

nRhone…

nWilliam saw a series of good impression and his eyebrows raised slightly, and he smiled smugly.

nAnyway.

nIf he had not led the Elf army to rescue them, the Dwarfs would be blocked in the mine and brutally killed by the Orcs.

nIt was self-evident in the good impression.

nBut it was a pity.

nUnexpectedly, it did not give the camp good impression that William was anticipating the most!

nWilliam’s mouth twitched and he looked carefully at the new information. There really wasn’t any camp good impression…

nWhat did this mean?

nThis prince, who had no status, was still guessing, but he suddenly saw the first person to increase his good impression…

nOdom Heavyhammer. He only increased 188 points. As his savior, he only gave him a mere 188 points?

nDidn’t he know that the full value of good impression for a normal NPC was 1000?

n“Heavyhammer???” William suddenly widened his eyes. He looked at the information again and then at that fellow among the Dwarfs who was slightly more eye-catching.

nHe had a head of golden hair, a resolute and handsome face, with a height of 1.55 meters. He was even holding a familiar hammer, on which there were electric currents moving around it…

n“Hiss…” William sucked in a breath. He could not help admiring the producers of this game. Were they not afraid to receive a lawyer’s letter from Marvel?

nBut he still walked over with a smile, putting his hand, that was about to pat the Dwarf’s head, on his shoulders slowly, and said, “Who’s the leader here?”

nOdom Heavyhammer glanced at the slender palm on his shoulders before looking up at William. “Odom Hammer, I’m their leader!”

nWilliam thought for two seconds. “William Blackleaf, is there anything I can help with?”

n“We suffered a lot from the Orcs’ attack. I decided to lead all the Dwarfs under me to join the border town and seek protection. I wonder if Your Royal Highness would welcome us?”

n“Of course. Welcome, the eternal friends of Elves.” William smiled.

nYour Royal Highness?

nThese were the three words.

nHe would take in this underling!

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