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Chapter 368 The Battle of the King of the Dwarf Kingdom
Gretel quickly turned his head and looked at Archmage Serrano.His Excellency the Archmage sat on the top of the long table, close to the direction of the throne, and was watching the dwarf king intently.After a while, he lowered his head and tapped the wine glass lightly.

"We may have to stay a little longer."

The voice of the archmage entered his ears carefully.Gretel lowered his head depressedly:

It's over, I can't go back right away.

Wait for a while, he will be deficient in vitamins...

Gretel silently took out a small bottle, and poured multivitamins into his own bowl—or rather, it was a failed product when making vitamin C, comprehensive fruit and vegetable powder.Pour half a bowl enough, scoop some soup, stir it, and drink it in one go.Thanks to him being prepared!Fortunately, whatever he makes, he will keep a little bit of it!

If he only stored sodium ascorbate and did not store fruit and vegetable powder, he would definitely be deficient in vitamin A, vitamin B, and vitamin D now...

"By the way, how long are we going to stay? Isn't the dwarf kingdom passed from the king to the prince?"

"Shh!"

Master Harry held up a finger to him, pressing it to his lips.Gretel quickly shut up and listened to Master Harry's voice transmission:

"The dwarf kingdom is not like this..."

Unlike human beings, the inheritance system of the dwarf kingdom is not a natural succession from father to son.In fact, every time the throne changes, the seven tribes of the kingdom will send out candidates.In full view, complete a series of projects and follow tribal tradition to determine the winner.

"Wait, which seven major tribes?"

Gretel interrupted softly.Master Harry cast a reproachful look:

"How did you memorize the documents when you came here?"

Gretel flinched.Can he say that he hastily read it and focused his attention on the dwarf's physical condition and past medical records?
"Seven major tribes, three big and four small. The largest one is the Firehammer tribe living in the royal court, which is the tribe of the contemporary dwarf king." Master Harry lowered his voice and nodded his chin in the direction of the throne:
"Look, the first candidate has come forward."

On the side of the long table closest to the throne, a dwarf with a reddish-brown beard stood up the steps in two steps.With his back to the king, he stood two steps below the throne and raised his hands to the crowd.The cheers rose instantly:
"Rosegar! Rothergar! Hammer of Glory!"

"Oh, this is the third son of the current king, and he is 163 years old this year." Master Harry whispered to Gretel:

"I once led my clansmen to open up the Haifudan mine, found the best mithril vein in recent years, and killed the Balrog in the depths of the mine. You can see that there is a bald patch on his cheek, no beard, and he was killed by the Balrog. The marks of the devil's burn."

163 years old.Gretel grinned at this age: He traveled over here, and the age of this body is less than half of this age.Even if calculated by human age, this Hammer of Glory is equivalent to a human being in his early 40s—a prime of life.

Just the right age to be the head of the kingdom, or a little younger?
A second candidate also came forward.When he climbed the steps, the cheers in the hall were even louder than that of the dwarf prince:
"Ingvar! Ingvar! Army Axe!"

"Oh, this is the son of the elder of the Steel Hammer Tribe, and the deputy head of the Dwarf King's Crag Knights." Master Harry obviously did a good job in his homework, and continued to chatter:
"When he was 42 years old, he killed the Wyvern by himself. At the age of 45, he climbed to the top of Hela Peak and sacrificed the battle ax he made by himself to the gods. It is said that he was blessed by the dwarf god..."

Having said that, the third candidate also stood up.The cheers received by this one were much smaller, and Master Harry shrugged:

"Max of the Silverbeard tribe. This tribe is the one with the most affinity with mysterious power and the highest proportion of spellcasters among the dwarves. The disadvantage is that there are few people. In the royal court, there are a total of these three tribes."

A clan to lead, a clan to fight, and a clan to cast spells.Gretel calculated in his mind:
This is quite a good match, the triangular power structure is the most stable.As for the selection of the king this time, it will probably be decided between the first two, and the caster tribe is probably going to accompany them...

After that, four candidates stood up one after another.The cheers in the hall became smaller and smaller. It was obvious that the four dwarves were from other tribes and were not well-known locally.

There is only one exception to this.When Kay of the Black Rock Tribe stood on the steps, the cheers in the hall almost surpassed that of the son of the Dwarf King.

"The Black Rock tribe? They are adventurers among the dwarves, wandering the mountains, hills and wasteland all year round, looking for various mineral veins." Master Harry's eyes flashed:

"I have heard of this Kai's name. He is the most famous prospector in recent years. It is said that his most famous nickname is 'God's Tongue'..."

"puff!"

Gretel snorted.

"What strange place did you think of?" Master Harry looked at him with surprised eyes:
"They have this nickname because they claim that as long as they taste the soil, they can know what kind of mine it is and how high its grade is. This is a magic prospecting skill that no one else can learn!"

...not afraid of being full of parasites.

Gretel grumbled silently.

The seven candidates greeted the crowd one by one, and then the bards played the vigorous music again.This time, the hall full of dwarves, and even many barbarians, clapped their hands and joined in the chorus.

Master Harry slapped his hands and translated to Gretel in a low voice.Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise, no matter how much Gretel swipes [Language] back and forth, he will not be able to recognize a half-sentence of the lyrics in the chorus:
"The golden sun lights up the hills,

The great Dwarf King is on his way.

With six close companions,
That is the virtuous monarch of the six clans of later generations.

Valiant Beor with his battle-axe,
The ghost with the sharp ax blade is terrified.

Wise Boreka held the staff,
The precious light on the head of the stick breaks through the lost forest.

Willaf brought out the iron bones of the Black Gate, the treasures of the earth, and the precious ores;

Hetan smelted it in the furnace, and the magma swallowed the stone and spit out the fine gold;

The majestic Fetra raised up his mighty strength, hammered ten thousand blows, and forged it;

Gaut in the wilderness hunted monsters and tempered the cold front with blood and beast souls.

They tamed rock sheep and climbed the mountains on their backs,
On the highest mountain, on the snow-capped peak, sacrifice the matchless battle-axe to the gods.

The joy of God the Most High,
He said: "Whoever holds this ax will be invincible";
The dwarf king confronts the dragon with his battle-axe.

The first ax fell and split the dragon's head;

The second ax dropped broken scales.

The third ax fell to sweep away the poisonous mist,
Peace be upon the dwarf's lair..."

The singing gradually died down.Leaning on a heavy golden scepter, the dwarf king stood up again:

"According to the tradition of the Kingdom, each candidate will bring his own team, up to seven people, and the caster must not reach level five or higher, and set off after three days. Within a month, they will walk the path of the sages, personally Dig, smelt, forge, forge weapons, tame mounts, and ride goats to the top of the mountain.

——Before the next full moon night, they need to sacrifice the newly forged weapons to the Father God on the peak.Finally, if there is more than one candidate who has done all this, the candidates will fight each other with sacrificial weapons in hand, in the eyes of the court, elders and everyone.

The winner will become the new king of all dwarves! "

Cheers erupted.The dwarves held up their hands, yelled ecstatically, and jumped up and down.

Gretel: "...so we're stuck here for another month?"

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But I'm exhausted, what the hell am I going to write dwarven poetry about!
What a rhyme!
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