"Grand Duke, look there!"

Not far away, an avalanche swaying down a mountain even more terrifying than a volcanic eruption swept down, engulfing the hill that Prince Thor held on to in the blink of an eye, and then devouring thousands of black-crushed orcs and goblin raiders without pause.

The army of Salahaddin Misrat, who was marching, was stunned, and the steely army stopped and there was a commotion.

The heir to the House of Lorraine, who ruled the Seven Dwarven clans, no longer exists.

Sonia was stunned and watched in disbelief as the snow devoured her ally, the heir to the throne of Lorraine, with the momentum of the collapse of the sky and the earth.

No one can survive such an avalanche. Even if Prince Thor hadn't died on the spot, hundreds of tons of snow would have condensed into a hard ice coffin that would trap them.

Xiao Yan is also there! No way! Galadia was also terrified. She looked at the terrible avalanche and panicked at first, but soon she seemed to remember something, lowered her head and shook it gently, her eyes regaining firmness.

"Grand Duke Salahardin Misrat, leader of the Mithril Dwarves, son of Draka Misrati and Elia Lorraine, rightful heir to the Dwarven kingdom." Galadia bit her lip and took a step forward and said loudly. All the dwarves' eyes were drawn to her words.

The mother of the Grand Duke of Misrati was a princess of Lorraine, which gave the Grand Duke the right to inherit accordingly.

"Lorraine has lost its king, and its successor, Prince Thor Lorraine, is dead. The blood of the royal family of Lorraine has been severed just now. ”

Thorn Misrati was still basking in the grief of losing his prince, but Galadia's words shook his heart, and he looked up at the human girl in surprise, and then turned to look at his father.

At the same time, Sonia reacted quickly. She exchanged a look with Galadia and stepped forward to say:

"Your Excellency. Lorraine's bloodline has been severed, and the dwarven capital is being overrun by dragons. I, Sonia de Lamour, in my capacity as Envoy of the Kingdom of Romania, ask Your Excellency to succeed to the throne of the Kingdom of the Dwarves. ”

Hearing this, even the steely dwarven warriors were shaken, and they were surprised to find that after the death of Prince Thor, their own patriarch could already assert the rule of the dwarves.

As one of the seven great clans of the dwarves, the mother of Grand Duke Misraty, who is related to Lorraine, is the princess of Lorraine. In the case of the severance of the bloodline of Lorraine, the Grand Duke has a strong claim to the crown!

Salahaddin Misrati stared at the avalanche that was still rushing, as motionless as a rock.

"Lord Duke, please succeed to the throne of the Dwarven Kingdom!" Several high-ranking Mithril dwarves also spoke.

"At this time of survival, only the father can unite the tribes and regain the glory of the dwarves!" Salahadin's eldest son, Thorn Misrati, also made up his mind.

Sonia looked down, quickly went through the heraldic science of the dwarves in her mind, and then raised her beautiful eyes to look at the Grand Duke of Salahardin.

"Salahardin Misrati I, Duke of Olazim and Guardian of the Western Seas, King of the Dwarves!"

"Salahardin Misrati I, Duke of Olazim and Guardian of the Western Seas, King of the Dwarves!" With Sonia taking the lead, all the Mithril dwarves cheered.

"Salahaddin Misrati I, King of the Dwarves!" Thorn shouted his father's name, then got down on one knee.

Following Prince Thorn's movements, the dwarven warriors in silver armor fell to their knees one after another, spreading like silver waves.

"Salahaddin Misrati I, King of the Dwarves!"

The cheers of the dwarven warriors echoed in her ears, and Galadia looked at the faces around her.

The heavily armored infantry no longer had to worry about going to the foot of the mountain with the Grand Duke to die, and they sincerely cheered for their clan, which would henceforth be the leader of the Seven Dwarves.

The Mithril Dwarves and high-ranking officers who followed the Grand Duke tried to hide their smiles with their beards. The haze that weighed on their heads had lifted. There were a few officials at the council level who quietly rolled their eyes, sometimes in large numbers under their own grand dukes, sometimes often human.

Galadia could read almost from the demeanor of the civil servants...... Was this avalanche a terrible and lucky coincidence? Or is it a conspiracy of the Grand Duke and humanity?

These bureaucrats quickly put aside their thoughts and emotions and replaced them with heartfelt excitement and happiness, and decided to bury their doubts and conjectures in their stomachs, wait until the evening to press a few more barrels of ale, and bring them into coffins in the next few years.

The girl turned to look at the avalanche that had not yet subsided, with disgust and annoyance, and wished she could get there now to make sure that the people she cared about were safe.

Is it still the person you are familiar with......

……

The battle at the foot of the mountain had ended, and the orc army besieging the dwarves had been wiped out almost entirely, and the remaining remnants fled in all directions. The shouts and cheers faintly came into Xiao Yan's ears along with the whistling mountain wind. He naturally knew what to expect there.

The barriers to the Cold Mountain and the Lorentia Diamond have been cleared...... In every sense of the word.

The Bone Dragon's Emperor looked at the foot of the mountain, which had been covered with snow and rocks for tens of meters, nodded slowly, and put his sword into its sheath.

The aura of Prince Thor and his entourage had vanished, and the old man, Martin Benioff, showed no sign of escaping. At the moment when they were submerged by the avalanche, Xiao Yan found that something in his heart was shattered.

When he flooded Reed Manor, he was proud of his efforts to turn the tide; Sowing the plague virus in Odessa made him blame himself all the time; The memory of buying the lives of prostitutes with gold pounds and sending them to their deaths on dangerous nights made him feel guilty just as he thought about it.

Prince Thor has become an unpredictable paranoid, and following his trajectory and questline, Xiao Yan and his teammates see an unpredictable haze and the prospect of death.

To solve the world's problems and escape the fate of being obliterated, it is necessary to bypass Prince Thor.

When Xiao Yan decided to sacrifice the prince to speed up the process of the dwarves to support Romania, he thought that he could not let the mission to rescue Prince Commodus fail, and he could not let everyone die in this world in the middle of nowhere. Until that time, he was able to face his heart.

Now that the mad Prince Thor is dead in the ice beneath his feet, the sophisticated Grand Duke Salahardin needs Romani's support for his throne and has no motive to cling to retaking the cold mountain in the moment.

Everything is back on track.

But when Prince Thor was indeed swallowed by an avalanche, something important in his heart seemed to shatter.

That's right, I did the right thing. Xiao Yan thought in his heart that if Prince Thor let the war in Lorraine fall into a tug of war and could not bring back enough reinforcements in time, he and everyone would die, which was the result of no choice.

There was nothing wrong with what Prince Thor had done, the essence of the Golden Clan had been destroyed under the Dragon's Breath, and as a weak and helpless prince he was doing his duty, and I had buried the prince dozens of meters under the snow and rocks because of the prince's choice and our own safety.

I don't have a choice, the dimensional world is not a game. Not long ago, Valkyrie's teammates died in less than a day after the start.

To live or to die, is that a question?

Distant mountains, not to the protagonist.

(End of chapter)