From just a look, the Dwarves knew they had a chance, so they didn’t even have to learn how to approach the Half-Elves since the situation had already created itself.
King Brogan, alongside two elders, moved toward the Half-Elves.
‘I guess the movies back on Earth didn’t exaggerate them. They are indeed a race that likes to grow their beards.’
Kent noticed this and couldn’t help but smile inwardly. The Dwarves are just as they were described in the movies.
They have muscular physiques, toned brown skin for most, and a height that shows—regardless of how long they live, increasing their height would just be impossible.
They approached King Thalirion and Queen Jascia, who received them with smiling faces.
“Good to see you again, King Thalirion, Queen Jascia,” the Dwarf King said, keeping a smile on his face. Politics always involves knowing how to communicate and present oneself effectively.
Saying the wrong thing or exhibiting expressions that don’t conform to expectations often results in failed alliances.
Even if you have the best proposals, showing a hostile look during moments like this isn’t exactly the best approach. One ought to have a happy face and a polite smile.
“Good to see you too, King Brogan… I hope Queen Ylva is doing well,” Queen Jascia asked, and the Dwarven king nodded.
“She is well. Of course, she was happy to hear you are back. I am even sure she will be visiting you before the auction.”
Queen Jascia smiled, “I would love that.”
The two elders standing behind the Dwarf King looked at Kent for a few seconds before shifting to Uncle Drake. In their heads, they also wondered the same thing the dragons did.
However, unlike the dragons, they don’t have that ego and arrogance, so they approached him. Their mission was to form that relationship with the Half-Elves.
It wasn’t to see if they could earn something, but rather to create the connection.
The main conversation will happen next time they meet. So they approached Uncle Drake and spoke in the most polite tone they could muster.
“If it isn’t too much to ask, what is this senior’s name, and where did he come from?” Elder Brynn asked. He is a bald dwarf with a green beard, standing about 4’3″ in height and muscular by all standards.
“I am from the Hell Zone in the ancient battlefield of parting.” Uncle Drake’s answer was short, but it caused those who heard it to break into a cold sweat.
Even the dragons were the same.
The Hell Zone, one of the seven unconquered regions in the ancient battlefield of parting.
The Dead Region, The Hell Zone, The Ancient Temple, The Haunted City, The Frozen Mountain, The Blood Desert, and finally, the Rib Dome City.
These are the seven unconquered zones in the Ancient Battlefield of Parting. Not even the Supreme Immortal Sect was able to conquer them, for they are some of the most dangerous places in the entire world.
Yet there is a being from that place, and looking at how he behaved toward the dragons, which everyone saw, he was indeed worthy of being a creature from there.
Of course, what Uncle Drake isn’t telling them is that he only lived in the outer reaches of the zone, where he mainly dealt with the humans who dared explore the Hell Zone.
When he left using a rift that opened one day, he appeared in the Beast Empire. He lived there for just 100 years and left because he didn’t feel at home there.
He left, and he began searching for more opportunities to grow stronger. One thing led to another, and he arrived in the Flame Valley.
So while he spent thousands of years in the Flame Valley, he had indeed come from the Hell Zone, where he planned to explore one of these days.
But for now, everyone became weary of the dragon standing with the Half-Elves. It was already enough for Kent to be associated with them.
Now, they have a dragon from the Hell Zone.
It was enough for them to think long and hard before doing something as stupid as being hostile toward the Half-Elves.
After Uncle Drake’s answer, the two elders seemed to recover, so they asked another question, and the answer was as everyone expected.
“I was happy to be offered a place to stay in Elarion, so I will be there for a while. It is quiet there and everyone is lovely.”
“I bet you are right. However, you can come to Stoneforge one of these days, we will host you for a few days, and perhaps pick your brain more on things we should expect if we ever wanted to explore the Hell Zone.”
“I will be sure to visit one of these days.”
It was a short conversation, but the Dwarves were satisfied. Of course, before leaving, they left a goodwill gesture to show the Half-Elves their generosity.
King Brogan retrieved a red token and handed it to King Thalirion. “I couldn’t raise enough people to enter the Flame Tower this time, so you can have this one.
I learned you only have five, so perhaps this can allow one more of the impressive young geniuses behind you to enter the tower.”
With a smile, they left, leaving the Queen and King with the same smile. As the Queen expected, bringing all seven Half-Elves wasn’t a bad idea.
Even if Arion, Helyra, and Cyran are more than 100 years old, it doesn’t necessarily mean they have to focus solely on the sect.
The 100-year requirement to enter the sect through the Flame Tower was a stipulation devised by the sect. So it doesn’t mean all those who can enter the sect have to be below 100 years old.
Some of the generals in the kingdoms entered the tower at some point just to master a flame art so they could protect their kingdoms well.
However, if the three Half-Elves manage to comprehend flame art, once Kent enters the sect, bringing them in won’t be too hard, for the sect will witness their strengths and recognize them as promising individuals.
The oldest among them is Arion, and he is 370 years old. That isn’t too old if everything is put into perspective.
The moment they left, Lord Qilin also approached the Half-Elves. As the leader of the beast race, he can decide for his people.
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