Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Soul Eater Reappears In the early morning on the deserted streets, a troop of dwarven armies was trotting forward with a wagon.
A dark-haired man was sticking his head out of the window of the carriage and asking the soldiers escorting the carriage about something.
"I would like to ask, where are you going to take us?"
After being surrounded by a group of dwarven soldiers early in the morning, and then politely invited to the carriage, Zhao Yannian found that the carriage did not lead them in the direction where the palace was located.
"We'll find out when we get there."
The dwarven soldier who followed the carriage said perfunctorily.
"Can that tell us how the Great Elder died?"
Zhao Yannian spoke again with some unwillingness.
"Kill after being abused," this time the dwarven officer replied.
"That's a bad answer."
Zhao Yannian muttered and retracted his head back into the car.
"My lord, I have a bad premonition."
Tony clasped his hands and said to Zhao Yannian with some nervousness.
"Well, I think these guys look weird, too."
Saladin followed suit.
"Don't you think it's right?"
Zhao Yannian asked the others, Quentin and Luna also nodded, and the two human maids of the Lord's Mansion turned pale with fright from the words of several people.
"Don't worry, at least for now, they haven't made any adverse moves against us, I think we should look at the form first."
After Zhao Yannian calmed everyone, he looked at the hurried dwarven army outside the carriage and frowned.
About ten minutes later, the carriage took Zhao Yannian and the others to a military camp, and soon after everyone was pushed and escorted to a room that was clearly used as a prisoner, a dwarven officer opened the door.
"You're the human count who visited the Great Elder yesterday?"
The dwarven officer stood at the door of the room and asked Zhao Yannian.
"That's right, I did want to visit His Excellency the Great Elder yesterday, but unfortunately don't refuse."
Zhao Yannian stood up and said.
"Please come with me, I have a few questions for you."
Although the dwarven officer said that he was pleased, the sharp weapons in the hands of the dwarf soldiers who rushed over and stood behind him obviously did not give Zhao Yannian room to refuse.
"Okay."
Zhao Yannian shrugged his shoulders and gave Luna a look, then obediently followed the dwarf out of the room.
In the palace of the Dwarven King, Prince Karis is standing in front of the Dwarven King.
"My father, is there anything you need to call me for early in the morning?"
The dwarven prince stood under the throne and asked his father, who had just recovered from his hangover and was summoned by his attendants.
"My son, today is such a good day, that old guy died so inexplicably, do you think we should celebrate."
The dwarven king Samon was very happy now, and he was pouring himself a glass of wine as he usually barely drank.
"Dead?
Who died?
Karis, who had just been woken up from his sleep in the morning, asked a little confused.
"Who else, of course, is our Great Great Elder Eddy."
Another glass of wine was drunk, and the bottle and glass in the king's hand once again made a crisp collision.
"The Great Elder is dead!?
How did he die?
Karis exclaimed, his eyes wide.
"Someone killed you just last night, when you were still drunk."
Samon said disapprovingly at his son's surprise.
"Who did it?
My father, this is not the time to drink, and if there is a riot among the soldiers under the High Elder......"
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Karis also came to his senses at this time, and he nervously admonished his father.
"Don't worry, I've arrested all the suspects, and soon we will find the murderer, and then those damned officers will naturally surrender to me."
Samon replied with a fluttering brow.
"Father, what if you don't find a prisoner?"
Karis reminded his father.
"What if I can't find it, I don't really want to avenge that selfish old fellow, if I can't do it, I just give the human earl yesterday as a scapegoat to those officers, when the time comes, when our relationship with humans deteriorates, those guys will naturally remember who they should be loyal to, and the supreme ruler of my dwarven kingdom now has to think about how to make the Black Iron Throne the center of this kingdom again."
Samon stood up as he spoke, and the dwarven king, who had suddenly turned over, stood on his throne with some triumph and waved the wine glass in his hand.
"But Father, didn't you say you can't be hostile to humans?"
Karis felt that her father was not in the right place.
"Don't ask, I have my own opinion on this matter."
Samon said and waved his hand impatiently to drive Prince Karis out.
Just as the dwarven prince got up and left to the corner of the hallway, a panicked guard rushed over and knocked the dwarven prince to the ground.
"How do you walk!"
Karis, who was rolling around, got up from the ground and said angrily.
"Your Royal Highness, it's not good!
Temple!
The temple has been attacked by two fanatics!
The soldier said helplessly, leaning on his crooked helmet.
"Two people?
How can it be?
Karis felt that he had heard enough of the shocking news today, and that after the death of the Great Elder, the temple had been attacked again.
"It was two monsters who did it, and the guards in the temple suffered heavy casualties!"
When the soldier said this, tears and snot flowed, the temple of the black iron dwarves is the most important place in the hearts of the black iron dwarves, which enshrines the weapons built by the titan gods and the dwarven masters of the past generations, and the dwarves will go to the temple for a pilgrimage every month, and the ransacking of the temple is as intolerable in the minds of the dwarves as if they were digging their ancestral graves.
"Okay, don't say any more!
Come with me to my father.
Karis grabbed the dwarven soldier's hand and turned around and rushed into the hall.
Back to last night, two human males appeared outside the Grand Elder's mansion.
"Neil, it's time for us to get your weapons back, those orcs are stupid, a demigod can be wounded by a human."
Sparky was draped in a tattered cape, a long knife was carried behind his back, the man's appearance had not changed from years ago, he was still arrogant and evil, Scar Man complained to his companion after spitting on the ground.
"If the human race is so easy to destroy, the Great Will will not agree to let the beast god enter this world, what we need to do now is to send these springs to the orcs as soon as possible."
Neil the Fraudster still looks like a gentleman in white, except that instead of a delicate rose, he is playing with a fifteen-centimeter-long antique bronze knife.
"Will you open the door or will I come?"
Sparker asked Neil after glancing at the towering courtyard wall blocking their way.
"I'll come, if you come, it will cause a big mess again."
Neil reached out and slashed the wall with his knife, without a sound, and where the wall was scratched as if it had been scratched by a monster, it revealed a hole large enough for one person to pass.
"It's a pity that the weapons that the king got this time are too huge, and no one can use them except you."
Sparker glanced enviously at the knife in Neil's hand and shook his head and complained.
"If your strength could be integrated into a weapon that exceeds your size, you would have advanced to a Soul Lord long ago."
Neil swung the bronze knife in one hand like an acrobatic manor, and gracefully walked into the Grand Elder's mansion as if he were returning to his own manor.
"I've heard that the dwarven temple has a lot of good weapons, how about you help me before we leave?"
Sparky walked in with Neil, suggesting as he surveyed the courtyard.
"At what cost?"
Neil asked.
"A blank evil stone."
Sparky replied.
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"Evil stones?
How did you get it.
Spark's offer was more generous than Neil had expected.
"You don't care about this, if you can absorb enough souls in the next war, it will be enough for you to advance to the soul knight, and then you won't have to be called around like you are now."
Sparky seduces Neil.
"I'm impressed by your conditions, deal."
Neil thought for a moment, and when the two of them arrived at the door of the dwarven elder's room, he finally made a decision.
"Then it's time for us to take back what belongs to us."
Sparker reached out and pushed open the door to the Grand Elder's room.
In the room, the Great Dwarven Elder, who was studying the huge dagger, was not alarmed by the sound of the door, and it was not until the two Soul Eaters walked up to him that the Great Elder noticed someone approaching.
"Didn't I say I wouldn't eat dinner!
Why bother me!
Said angrily, but his eyes refused to leave the weapon for even a second.
"Dear Dwarven Elder, we have come to retrieve what belongs to us."
Neil replied with a smile.
"It's you!?
Didn't I already give you the Moon Spring?
Why are you still here?
That's when Alside realized something was wrong.
"Naturally, we came to retrieve this Titan weapon as agreed."
Neil stood across from Asyd and smiled at the old dwarf in the raised chair.
"What!?
Didn't you give me this weapon as promised, and he's mine now!
When Seed heard that someone was trying to take his treasure, he immediately became furious, and the old dwarf trembled with his hands and began to fumble with the short sword at his waist.
"We did say we were going to give it to you, but if you die, then the weapon will belong to us again."
As he spoke, Neil turned into a cloud of smoke and quickly wrapped the old dwarf and the Titan weapon, and after a terrible scream, Seside lay dying in a pool of blood, and Neil's knife turned into two.
After watching his companion do all this, Sparky whistled.
"It's really a useful ability, and the effect is similar to my previous soul domain."
Sparker praised.
"Well, thanks to a certain earl I understood my shortcomings."
Neil seemed to remember some unbearable experience, and replied through gritted teeth.