The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 898 - 51: Taunting Begins, Aggroing the Whole Map (About 7k Released, Requesting Votes, Happy New Year)

Chapter 898 -51: Taunting Begins, Aggroing the Whole Map (About 7k Released, Requesting Votes, Happy New Year)

At this moment, the three elf kings walking over looked around, originally wanting to find a familiar figure among their own kind.

However, as their gazes fell on Rose’s ebony skin, their expressions instantly turned into disgust:

“Dark Elves!”

“Disgraceful!”

At this moment, it was daytime, and her body was under the control of Iris.

Facing the disdain of the three light elves, the gentle goddess couldn’t help but speak out:

“Not all dark elves are your enemies; perhaps everyone could live together peacefully.”

“Who wants to live with you? Filthy beings!”

A tall, thin male elf king said with disdain and mockery.

Although the other two elf kings didn’t speak, their contemptuous gazes said it all.

Iris fell silent, her face embarrassed.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Celebrian, who had been hiding and cowering, raised her head and angrily rebuked:

“Enough! A bunch of self-righteous old relics, relying on foreign races even for survival, what is there for you to be proud of? If the standard for distinguishing good and bad elves is based on skin color rather than actions and words, I think you are no nobler than the so-called dark elves! I am ashamed to be associated with you!”

After saying that, Celebrian pulled Iris behind her, closed her eyes, and stiffened her neck, awaiting the storm to come.

Along the way, Celebrian had seen all of Iris’s actions and could clearly distinguish what was good and what was evil.

At least, when Iris was running around, rescuing dwarves from the clutches of the dragonkin, these three elf kings didn’t even know where they were.

What right did they have to accuse Iris of being filthy here?

Just because of skin color and status?

Of course, speaking such just words as her, inevitably angered these blood relatives greatly, and once captured and taken back, she would surely not have good days ahead.

But if she chose to stand by and do nothing, she would not be worthy of the name “Celebrian”!

Unexpectedly, the three elf kings also stared at her with a cold snort mixed with indignation:

“Light elf? You dare to mingle with a dark elf, utterly disgraceful!”

“?”

Celebrian secretly opened her eyes and looked at the three elf kings glaring at her, feeling puzzled.

Didn’t they recognize me?

Soon, she noticed the hand resting on her shoulder and Luo En winking at her secretly, and everything became clear.

Apparently, he had cast an illusion technique on her, masking her true identity.

So, hurling insults wouldn’t get me recognized?

Originally resigned to her fate, Celebrian suddenly perked up and berated the three blood relatives:

“The elf kings think they are something great, huh? When we were rescuing people and mitigating disasters in the Dwarf Country, where were you? Surely not in the pavilion of the Dwarf Palace, drinking nectar and chatting, right?”

The three elf kings looked stiff and were rendered speechless.

With their status, they naturally wouldn’t personally fight the dragonkin on the frontlines.

Beside them, Heluo tilted her head and asked, “By the way, wasn’t the nectar you were drinking supplied by the guild?”

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Luo En secretly gave Heluo a thumbs up for her cutting remark, then stood up and sighed:

“I thought we gathered here to quickly address the Dragon Disaster and rescue the victims. Turns out it’s just a competition of who has whiter skin and who can drink more. Let’s go back and clear the flying dragons causing chaos on the road, so you won’t run out of drink in the next few days.”

In terms of making sarcastic remarks, Heluo still had to take several steps back.

Once Luo En started speaking, he maxed out his mockery level.

This time, not only the Elf Clan but also the hosts, the Seven Dwarf Kings, and the most powerful teams among the five great Dragon Slayer teams, including the Warner Divine Race and the Asa Divine Race, couldn’t sit still.

“Cough cough, since we are all here to address the Dragon Disaster, let’s get to the point.”

Prompted by the Seven Dwarf Kings and restrained by the Warner Divine Race, the three elf kings could only reluctantly sit back down, glaring across the space at some audacious light elf and a filthy dark elf.

However, Celebrian, disguised in her “vest” (disguised identity), was unfazed, pulling the wronged Iris to glare back in return.

In the end, Xili, also with Elf Blood, joined in the fray.

The three of them, like three proud fighting roosters, competed in a staring contest with the three elf kings from across the room.

Luo En couldn’t help but laugh silently, watching this internal conflict among the elf clan with interest, while listening to the narration of the Dwarf Clan.

According to the intelligence currently available, it’s very likely that the main nest of the three giant dragons is inside Lonely Mountain.

Lonely Mountain is located in the north of the Dwarf Country, near Long Lake to the north and a rust-colored hill to the west, named for its isolated location with no high mountains within hundreds of miles.

However, this doesn’t mean it’s easy to find the main nest of the dragonkin inside Lonely Mountain.

Since dwarves are skilled in mining, they had dug a network of tunnels throughout the mountains and underground, making Lonely Mountain connected by a network of tunnels.

A large portion of the dragonkin army appearing in various parts of the Dwarf Country flew to different regions through these tunnels.

Thus, before taking action, it is necessary to seal all these tunnels to prevent the three giant dragons from escaping through them.

This civil engineering work was naturally entrusted to the Seven Dwarf Clans.

The light elf clan coming to help would be responsible for shooting the flying dragons that emerge, preventing these beasts from approaching Turin City and spreading Dragon Disease.

And once everything was ready, including Midgard, five teams would enter the interior of Lonely Mountain from the five main tunnels, defeat the three upper giant dragons, and find the secret treasure they collectively guard—the Rhein Gold.

This was the core of the northern gold mine, possessing the ability to continuously split.

Securing it meant possessing an endless treasure of gold.

But at the same time, it is also very likely the origin of this “Dragon Disease.”

The Seven Dwarf Clans demand that whoever finds this item and resists the temptation to destroy it will receive profound gratitude from the Dwarf Clan and acquire the most precious treasure of the Durin royal family.

“What does this thing look like?”

Frey raised the question, hoping to obtain more information.

However, the seven Dwarf Kings looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly:

“We don’t know either.”

Hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but frown at the seven Dwarf Kings.

The leading Dwarf King Ivald showed a bitter smile and explained helplessly:

“We truly haven’t deceived everyone. ‘Rhein Gold’ was the last word uttered by those dwarven soldiers and miners infected with ‘Dragon Disease’ before they fully transformed into dragons. Besides that, they mentioned another term—’Nibelungen’…”

Everyone listened and fell into contemplation.

The term Nibelungen—clearly derived from Nifelheim, formerly known as “Mist Country”—means the people living in Nifelheim.

Could it be that this dragon disaster and the so-called “Rhein Gold” are related to the original inhabitants of Nifelheim?

But if I remember correctly, that place was contaminated by the blood of Ancestor Ymir, filled with poisonous waters and cold currents, leaving barely any life capable of surviving there, except for departed souls that have not yet entered the Netherworld.

Except for…

Everyone turned their heads simultaneously, casting their gazes towards three figures standing in the shadows.

To be precise, two female Giants and one cat.

Scadi stepped out of the shadows and retorted coldly:

“Hmph, our Giant Clan can survive in Nifelheim, but what about it?”

“So, you’re admitting it?”

“If you say so.”

“Alright then, it really was you Giants causing trouble!”

Poetry God Bragi, visibly excited as if he had caught the mastermind behind this dragon disaster, shouted passionately to those around him,

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s quite clear now, this is another poisoning by the Giant Clan against our children of God! I suggest we capture these three immediately. Leave the interrogation to me, and I guarantee they will confess within three days!”

Hearing this, everyone felt a surge of motivation.

Indeed, given the current situation, the Giant Clan was extremely suspicious.

“You’re welcome to try!”

Scadi’s face was frosty, with Ice Crystals forming Lun Runes floating around her.

Sensing that powerful divine force, many felt intimidated and started hesitating.

But Poetry God Bragi, still using his eloquence, continued to incite:

“Ladies and gentlemen, the more they resist, the more it proves they have something to hide! Even if they are not the masterminds, they definitely cannot disassociate completely! Otherwise, when moving with the Giants, aren’t you afraid of falling into a trap?”

Hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but shudder.

Indeed, moving together with the Giants gave them a feeling of insecurity.

However, a languid voice came from a corner, clearly echoing in the hall:

“Even the Dwarf Clan inside hasn’t confirmed what this so-called ‘Rhein Gold’ and ‘Nibelungen’ are referring to, yet you assert it’s related to the Giant Clan, have you seen it yourself?”

Luo En yawned, standing up and regarding Poetry God Bragi with a playful look.

Poetry God Bragi, hearing the implied meaning, naturally did not dare to take up this mantle:

“I’m merely making a reasonable conjecture!”

“Without solving the dragon disaster, you’re stirring up internal conflict, could it be this dragon disaster is related to you?”

“What are you blathering about?”

“I’m also making a reasonable guess. If you can suspect others, can others not suspect you?”

Hearing that flippant tone, Bragi became furiously enraged:

“How dare you! Who are you to slander this god…”

“Slap!”

A loud slap landed on the thin face of the Poetry God, leaving a crimson handprint.

Bragi was slightly stunned, then felt the fiery pain on his cheek reacting, and suddenly burst out, swinging his fist forward:

“Blasphemer, I will kill you!”

However, that punch was firmly blocked, and a handsome face revealed a mocking smile:

“You dare resist when struck, does that mean you have a guilty conscience?”

Hearing that taunting remark, Bragi was so furious his face turned alternately green and white, his raised hand unsure whether to strike or not.

Of course, the resistance from the fist also made it difficult for him to proceed.

“Alright, since we are all here to solve the dragon disaster, we are all guests of the Dwarf Clan. At least in this city of Turin, please put aside your prejudices and unite against the common foe.”

Finally, as the Dwarf King, Ivald stepped forward to mediate, which calmed down the dispute.

To prevent further conflicts, the pre-war meeting quickly ended.

The dragon slayers from the Nine Great Kingdoms left the Dwarf Palace one after another, preparing for the dragon-slaying mission arriving in three days.

And just before parting, Scadi took a deep look at a certain figure who had boldly spoken up.

Luo En? I remember you now.

A slight curve formed on the corner of Scadi’s lips, her face’s icy expression quietly thawed a little.