Greece brings evildoers - Chapter 502

At this time, the three elf kings who came over looked around, trying to find the familiar figure of their kind.

However, as their eyes fell on Rose’s black jade skin, their faces instantly became a little disgusted:

“Dark elves!”

“Shameful!”

At this time, it was daytime, and her body was dominated by Eilistraee.

Facing the disdain of the three light elves, the gentle goddess couldn’t help but explain:

“Not all dark elves are your enemies, maybe you can live in peace.”

“Who wants to live with you? Dirty things!”

A tall and thin male elf king showed disdain and said sarcastically.

Although the other two elf kings did not speak, their contemptuous eyes said it all.

Eilistraee was speechless and embarrassed.

Finally, Galadriel, who had been hiding, could no longer bear it and raised her head, angrily scolding:

“Enough! A group of old antiques who think they are noble and have to rely on foreign races even for survival. What do you have to be proud of? If the standard for distinguishing good and bad elves is only based on skin color, not words and deeds, I don’t think you are much nobler than the so-called dark elves! I am even more ashamed to be associated with you!”

After saying this, Galadriel pulled Eilistraee behind her, closed her eyes, and waited for the storm to come with her neck stiff.

Along the way, she saw everything Eilistraee did, and naturally she could tell what was good and what was evil.

At least when Eilistraee was running around and rescuing dwarves from the claws of dragons, these three elven kings were still nowhere to be found.

What qualifications do they have to accuse Eilistraee of being dirty in this venue?

Just based on skin color and status?

Of course, speaking these fair words with her status would inevitably make these blood relatives furious. After being caught, she would definitely have a hard time.

But if she chose to stand by and watch, she would not be worthy of being called “Galantril”!

However, unexpectedly, the three Elf Kings also snorted at her with surprise and resentment:

“Light Elf? You dare to get involved with a Dark Elf, you are simply a scum!”

“?”

Galantril secretly opened her eyes and looked at the three Elf Kings who glared at her, and she was confused.

Didn’t recognize me?

Soon, she noticed the hand on her shoulder and Lorne who winked at her secretly, and immediately understood everything.

Obviously, this guy had cast an illusion on her to cover up her original identity.

So, no matter how dirty the curse was, it would not be discovered?

Galadriel, who had been holding a broken jar mentality, suddenly became energetic and blasted her three blood relatives:

“Is the Elf King so great? When we were rescuing people in the Dwarf Kingdom, where were you? You were not drinking mead and chatting in the pavilion of the Dwarf Palace?”

The three Elf Kings were slightly stiff, but they were speechless.

With their status, they naturally did not have to go to the front line to fight the dragons.

Holo on the side tilted her head and asked: “By the way, the mead you drank was not supplied by the Chamber of Commerce, right?”

The ultimate kill!

Loen secretly gave a thumbs up to Holo’s finishing blow, and then stood up and sighed:

“I thought we gathered here to quell the dragon disaster as soon as possible and save the victims from the water and fire? It turns out that we are competing to see whose skin is whiter and whose alcohol tolerance is better. Forget it, let’s go back and clear the flying dragons that are making trouble on the road as soon as possible, so that you won’t have no wine to drink these days.”

In terms of weird skills, Holo still has to count behind.

As soon as Lorne opened his mouth, he raised the level of sarcasm to the maximum.

Now, not only the elves, but also the seven dwarf kings as the host, and the most powerful Vanir and Aesir among the five dragon-slaying teams could not sit still.

“Ahem, since everyone is here to remedy the dragon disaster, let’s get to the point as soon as possible.”

Under the reminder of the seven dwarf kings and the constraints of the Vanir, the three elf kings could only sit back in their seats in disgrace, glaring at a rebellious light elf and a filthy dark elf from a distance.

However, Galadriel, who was wearing a vest, did not show any weakness, and pulled the wronged Eilistraee to glare back.

In the end, Ciri, who had the blood of the elves, also got involved.

The three of them were like three proud fighting cocks, competing with the three elf kings in eyesight from a distance.

Lorne laughed dumbly, watching the internal fight within the elves with interest while listening to the dwarves’ story.

According to the currently known intelligence analysis, the main nest of the three-headed dragon is likely to be in the Lonely Mountain.

The Lonely Mountain is located in the northern border of the Dwarf Country, close to the Long Lake in the north and a rust-colored hill in the west. It is named Lonely Mountain because there are no high mountains for hundreds of miles around.

However, this does not mean that it is easy to find the main nest of the dragon species by entering the Lonely Mountain.

Because the dwarves are good at mining, the tunnels dug underground and in the mountains are interconnected, so there is a network of underground tunnels that are interconnected under the Lonely Mountain.

A large part of the dragon species army that appeared in various parts of the Dwarf Country flew to different areas through these tunnels to wreak havoc.

Therefore, before the action, all these tunnels need to be sealed to prevent the three-headed dragon from escaping.

This kind of civil engineering work will naturally be handed over to the seven dwarf clans.

The light elves who came to support will be responsible for shooting the flying dragons that run out of them to prevent these beasts from approaching Turin City and spreading the [Dragon Disease].

When everything is ready, five teams including the atrium will enter the lonely mountain from five main tunnels, defeat the three upper dragons, and find the secret treasure they are guarding together – [Rhine Gold].

This is the core of the gold mine in the North, which has the characteristic of continuous division.

Getting it is equivalent to having endless gold treasures.

But at the same time, it is also likely to be the source of this [Dragon Disease].

The seven major dwarf clans require that once someone finds this thing and can resist the temptation to destroy it, whoever can get the dwarfs’ reward and get the most precious collection of the Durin royal family.

“What does this thing look like?”

Frey asked, wanting to get more information.

However, the seven dwarf kings looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly:

“This, we don’t know either.”

Hearing this, everyone frowned and looked at the seven dwarf kings.

The leading dwarf king Ivald smiled bitterly and explained helplessly:

“We did not deceive you. The word [Rhine Gold] was the last word that the dwarf soldiers and miners infected with [Dragon Disease] said before they were completely transformed into dragons. In addition, they also mentioned another word – [Nibelungen]…”

Everyone listened and fell into thought.

The word Niebelungen is obviously derived from Niflheim, which was once the “Land of Mist”, and it means the people living in Niflheim.

Could it be that this dragon disaster and the so-called [Rhine Gold] are related to the natives of Niflheim?

But if I remember correctly, because it was polluted by the blood of the ancestor Ymir, there were poisonous water and cold waves everywhere. Except for the undead who have not yet entered the underworld, there is basically no life that can survive.

Except…

A correct version of the book in 16-9!

Everyone turned their heads at the same time and cast their eyes on the three figures standing in the shadows.

To be precise, they were two female giants and a cat.

Skadi walked out of the shadows and asked coldly:

“Humph, our giants can survive in Niflheim, but so what?”

“So, you admit it?”

“If you say so, then so be it.”

“Okay, it’s really you giants who did it!”

The god of poetry Bragi was excited, as if he had caught the culprit of this dragon disaster. In an excited tone, he shouted to the people around him,

“Everyone, the matter is very clear. This is another poisoning of the giants against our people of God! I suggest that the three of them be arrested immediately. As long as they are handed over to me for interrogation, I guarantee that they will confess within three days!”

Everyone was moved when they heard this.

After all, based on the current situation, the giants are indeed very suspicious.

“You can try!”

Skadi’s face was as cold as frost, and runes composed of ice crystals floated around her body.

Feeling the strong divine power, many people were startled and wanted to retreat.

But the god of poetry Braki still used his eloquence to continue to encourage:

“Everyone, the more they resist, the more they prove that they have something to hide! Even if they are not the mastermind, they are definitely not unrelated! Otherwise, if you act with the giants, aren’t you afraid of traps?”

Everyone was startled when they heard this.

Indeed, they felt very insecure when acting with the giants.

However, a lazy voice came from the corner and echoed clearly in the venue:

“The dwarves have not yet determined what the so-called [Rhine Gold] and [Nibelungen] refer to, but you insist that it is related to the giants. Have you seen it?”

Lorne yawned and stood up, looking at the god of poetry Braki with interest.

The god of poetry, Braki, heard the hidden meaning and naturally did not dare to take the blame:

“I am just making a reasonable guess!”

“You have not solved the dragon disaster yet, but you have already provoked civil strife. Could it be that this dragon disaster is related to you?”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

“This is also a reasonable guess. You are allowed to doubt others, but others are not allowed to doubt you?”

Hearing the frivolous tone, Braki was furious:

“How dare you! Who are you to slander this god…”

“Pah!”

A loud slap hit the thin face of the god of poetry, leaving a scarlet slap mark.

Braki was slightly stunned, and then he felt the burning pain on his cheek and reacted. He jumped up and punched forward:

“Blasphemer, I will kill you!”

However, the punch was firmly blocked, and a playful smile appeared on his handsome face:

“You dare to resist when I hit you, does it mean that you have something to hide?”

Hearing the ridicule of using his own spear to attack his shield, Braki was so angry that his face turned pale and blue, and he raised his hand to hit or not hit.

Of course, the resistance from his fist was also an important reason for him to be in a dilemma.

“Well, since you are all here to solve the dragon disaster, you are all guests of the dwarfs. At least in this Turin city, please put aside your prejudices for the time being and unite against the enemy.”

In the end, Ivald, the dwarf king, stepped forward to mediate, which eliminated a dispute.

In order to avoid further conflicts, the pre-war meeting ended quickly.

The dragon slayers from the nine kingdoms left the Dwarf Palace one after another to prepare for the dragon slaying mission that would come in three days.

Before parting, Skadi took a deep look at the back of a certain person who spoke up for justice.

Lorne? I’ll remember you.

The corners of Skadi’s lips curled up slightly, and the ice on her face melted away a little.