Chapter 632: Chapter 632

The enormous All-Knowing Tower slowly glided over the vast forests of the Elf Kingdom, casting a black shadow on the ancient trees and startling a flock of birds into flight. Soka cradled her large tiger, sitting by the edge of the tower, swinging her legs as she watched the scenery below. On the ground, narrow rivers wound like slithering snakes through the autumn reds and greens.

At this time, Lynch was discussing the future situation with the Dwarf King Barrend and others. He was trying his utmost to persuade the stubborn king before him, hoping they wouldn't fully engage in this conflict. The dwarves had already lost too many lives in the north, reducing their entire tribe's population to a very low level. Although the Dwarf King claimed that their warriors could fend off ten opponents at once, and bravely faced any challenge, Lynch said their most important task now was to increase their tribe's numbers.

"If the war might lead to your extinction, then why still partake?" Lynch advised earnestly: "Besides fighting on the frontline, there are other ways you can contribute to this victory. Do you want to die as warriors before the dawn of victory, or as craftsmen, drink and celebrate?"

Morgan opened his mouth but swallowed his words. He deeply desired to slaughter those hideous scaly creatures himself, wishing he could skin them all. However, as Lynch's good friend and Barrend's brother, he found it hard to speak on either side. Especially since this morning, Lynch had reminded him to think of those lonely dwarf families in the cities who might have lost fathers and sons or brothers and husbands before saying anything. Morgan was warlike, but he believed fighting was his duty, and should not involve those pitiful sorrowful people. Morgan suddenly wondered if Lynch had foreseen this and thus said those words beforehand to seal his lips?

At this moment, Norton flew in, his spherical body an unmistakable mark wherever he went. Now, the voice of the demon statue grew increasingly smooth and more human-like. After expressing apologies, Norton said, "A lot of giant birds and beasts from the direction of the Elf Kingdom are flying up, and their backs seemingly hold riders. Norton wondered if maybe we should first reveal our identity to them?"

Lynch pondered for a moment, then said to Norton, "Hang the dwarf's banner at the top of the castle, so everyone can clearly see it! I will slow down the tower until we lead those knights here."

Barrend quickly waved his hand, saying, "How can that be? This flying city is your place, we are merely guests, how can we hang the dwarf banner? I firmly disagree."

Lynch patted the Dwarf King's shoulder, then held his hand, saying, "I just returned from Bator Hell, and many people are unaware of this, especially those in the Mage Association. I think, at this meeting, being an observer allows one to understand more information. So, I won't put my emblem on the tower, and if possible, I hope to attend this meeting as an advisor to the dwarves."

"Now I understand, I'll listen to you," Barrend nodded, saying, "As long as you are our advisor, I will follow your lead. Also, should we inform the tribe to keep your return news confidential?"

Thus, a red flag depicting a Silver White Chisel and sharp peaks was hoisted atop the All-Knowing Tower, fluttering in the wind. After Lynch entered the control room, he carefully manipulated the entire castle to slowly lower its altitude, slowing down gradually. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel·fıre·net

The elf riders circled for a while, then after the dwarves waved greetings at them, they glided to a stop on the ground in front of the high tower. Only then did Barrend and his companions see what the elves' mounts were—turns out they were precious silver-white Wind Steeds. Though they physically resembled winged horses, Wind Steeds were closer in lineage to unicorns, except they weren't as selective of their riders, letting anyone kind and caring mount them. Due to these creatures traveling with the wind, they could form a cloud around themselves or whip up a gust anytime. From afar, one's view would be clouded by the mist; incoming arrows, or even some minor magic would miss their targets due to this whirlwind defense. Moreover, since the Wind Steed Knights were expert archers among the elves, and well-acquainted with their mounts, their precision in shooting wouldn't be affected by these defenses. In airborne combat where long-range attacks were the mainstay, these Wind Steed Knights naturally posed a significant threat.