Chapter 1664: Chapter 1664

Capítulo 1664: Chapter 821: Council of Death Chiefs

The weight of one’s words changes incessantly with one’s strength.

Initially, Giharin saw Gaven as an ambitious young man. His promises were merely stepping stones for collaborating with the Tesser Yama Kingdom exiles, valuing their Firewine Race’s extraordinary forging skills.

At that time, Giharin might have seen a glimmer of hope in him, but it wasn’t much, merely cooperating with the thought of not losing out.

Many matters are founded on normal commercial cooperation.

However, with the reboot of Colossus City, the other party still kept their original intentions and greatly delegated power, which was truly commendable.

Even someone as accustomed to storms and waves as Giharin was thoroughly moved, feeling a rush of warmth flowing in his heart, firmly grasping Gaven’s arm, and loudly declaring: “The great Soul Forger Moradin bears witness for us. From this day onward, the Iron Clan and Lord Gaven bond as brothers. Your matters are our matters, no matter how great the difficulties ahead, as long as summoned, we will come rushing without hesitation. If we break this oath, we shall be abandoned by both Gods and men.”

Dwarves hold true to their promises.

This isn’t self-indulgent boasting, but a recognized trait among Felen’s Sage Race.

As long as they promise something, not only will they themselves strive to fulfill it, but even their children taught through word and deed will remember to uphold it. A grandfather’s promise being fulfilled by a grandson is not uncommon among dwarves.

This excellent tradition was imprinted into their souls by their Main God Moradin during their creation.

Hence, they are silent and rarely make promises.

There is a precondition to this matter—when the promise was made, the member of the Firewine Race was not drunk.

If a loss is incurred due to trusting the promise of a drunk dwarf, seeking theory from the Firewine Race will only invite ridicule, which is not a problem of the dwarves, but rather his own.

Even dwarves will not believe the nonsense of a drunkard. If their words were trustworthy, the world would be in unimaginable chaos.

A promise more solemn than a dwarf’s one is a vow made in the name of Moradin, the dwarven Main God.

And Giharin had not been drinking.

Gaven formally stated: “It is my honor. From today onwards, the matters of the Iron Clan are my matters. Whatever is needed, I shall spare no effort.”

“Good, good, good,” Giharin exclaimed repeatedly, “Then, next, Tast and Teszet shall be entrusted to the Lord. You will take them to The Eastern Desolation, let them see the world, and learn more, which is very beneficial for their future.”

Centuries of exile have long taught this dwarf king the political maneuverings of humans. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✦𝓷𝓮𝓽

Tast and Teszet are none other than his two sons, future kings of the Tesser Yama Kingdom.

He placed them by Gaven’s side to further demonstrate his sincerity—this is commonly used by humans as a hostage.

If he were to incite rebellion from behind, he would first have to consider the safety of his future heirs.

“Great, I happen to lack forging talents by my side; some petty matters require consulting the clan leader, which is too cumbersome,” Gaven readily agreed.

What he valued was not their role as hostages but emotional exchanges.

Knowing future history well, he clearly understands that the exiled dwarf king is already in his twilight years. Without other means of prolonging his life, ten years later, he will perish naturally.

Although his fate might be altered because of him, he has no choice but to prepare with two hands, establishing a foundation of goodwill with the future successors of the Tesser Yama Kingdom.

Giharin himself has contemplated this aspect.

Suddenly, Gaven recalled a matter, “If I am not mistaken, your Firewine Race has the custom of training boars as mounts, including Razorback Boars, which are called Thunder Fang Cavalry.”

“Yes, we indeed have this custom. Only the Lord misunderstand; we dwarves call the tamed ferocious boar mounts Thunder Fang, hence the term Thunder Fang Cavalry.

To tame Razorback Boars, one must initiate a special Transcendent advancement Profession known as Thunder Rage Rider. This profession perfectly merges our dwarven bravery with the ferocity of Razorback Boars, exploding with terrifying frontal assault capability. Swarms of dwarf Thunder Rage Riders charging out of the mountains would make even the Giants tremble.”

Giharin’s pride carried a few traces of melancholy, “However, such scenes remain only in the memory and stone carvings of dwarves, having not appeared in people’s sight for thousands of years, because cavalry can only exert their greatest advantage in open spaces and large-scale aggregation.

Among the five thousand dwarves of Colossus City, there are only a scant few dozens of Thunder Fang Cavalry, and not even one Thunder Rage rider. No one is advancing into a profession without a chance to fully exert their greatest power.”

“Just because there hasn’t been one before doesn’t mean there won’t be one in the future,” Gaven comforted, “It’s not truly starting from scratch for us now, I happen to be raising a herd of Razorback Boars over there in the Valley, without suitable knights. I shall transfer them all over, and the clan leader can select suitable personnel to arm them. I will focus on collecting and purchasing ferocious boars in the future, aiming to recreate a world-renowned dwarf Thunder Rage heavy cavalry in Colossus City.”