Chapter 297 - 295: Dark Spear Tribe Clan Leader

"Leiken, I’ll leave this to you. I’m going to rest inside."

In the crowd, Mageon spoke somewhat impatiently to the Dark Spear Tribe’s Clan Leader next to him.

"I’ll take care of it, King."

Leiken Dark Spear nodded respectfully, lacking any air of a Tier Eleven powerhouse.

This reaction immediately made Mageon glare disapprovingly.

"I’ve said it before, I’m just here in name only. Don’t call me that."

"Please forgive me, King. I can’t go against the War God’s will. You are the only king of our Dwarf Race."

Leiken, as the Clan Leader of the Dark Spear Tribe, received the blessing of the War God’s Power.

He could be said to be the most reverent dwarf towards the War God.

Since Mageon managed to forge the War God’s Hammer, he was the one chosen by the War God, naturally recognized as king.

"...Such an old stubborn."

Mageon couldn’t help but mumble.

"Alright, call me whatever you like."

Having said that, he turned around and left, disappearing through the camp gate in no time, leaving those who came to visit looking eager.

But with a Tier Eleven powerhouse standing in their way, they dared not act, only watching Mageon leave.

"Ancestor, what should we do?"

Outside the crowd, Lu Zhenxing asked the ancestor beside him in a low voice.

"It seems the Dwarf Race is still unwilling to interact with humans, but that’s okay, don’t we hold the key to an important relationship? This is our Lu Family’s opportunity!"

At this time, the Lu Family ancestor had already heard Lu Zhenxing speak about Lin You and Mageon’s matters, the old eyes flashing with a distinct light.

"You mean Young Master Lin?" Lu Zhenxing couldn’t help asking.

"Exactly." The ancestor nodded silently, his eyes deep, "Although we don’t know how deep their relationship is, we can’t miss this opportunity to board this big ship through Young Master Lin."

"When we go back this time, you must find a chance to get closer to Young Master Lin, regardless of anything else. If something happens, I’ll take care of it."

"Yes!"

Lu Zhenxing beamed with joy.

Although he was ranked third in the Lu Family, he had always been overshadowed by the first and second.

Now, with the ancestor backing him, he was filled with confidence.

He also resolved in his heart to establish a good relationship with Lin You.

Just like that.

After the lively gathering.

The crowd outside the Dwarf Camp gradually dispersed.

Many powerhouses who rushed over after receiving the news were all turned away, kept outside.

Only a select few races or countries who had friendly relations with the Dwarf Race were allowed inside the camp, envied by others.

"It’s said that the kings of the Dwarf Race throughout history have had the ability to craft Tier Eleven equipment. I wonder if it’s true."

"It should be right. I just saw a Tier Eleven king go inside, probably seeking equipment."

"Really? A Tier Eleven king?"

"I wonder who’s lucky enough to have the Dwarf King personally craft their equipment."

"It’s probably unlikely now, considering the Dwarf Kingdom has just restored order. It might take a while. See how those people were all turned away."

"Look, someone’s going over again."

Suddenly, a low exclamation interrupted the discussions of the passersby.

At the entrance to the Dwarf Camp, a plainly dressed young man suddenly appeared, heading straight for the heavily guarded camp gate.

"What’s happening? Is he just planning to walk inside?"

"Doesn’t he know the Dwarf Race isn’t receiving guests now?"

"Guess it’s just another fool trying to try their luck."

"I bet one hundred Demon Crystals he won’t even reach the gate before being thrown out."

"I’ll bet he won’t get within five meters before being directly driven away."

"That’s small-minded. I’ll bet ten meters."

Among the discussing crowd, they watched with schadenfreude as the figure approached the Dwarf Camp, all speculating on how he would be driven away by the Dwarf Warriors.

Some even started betting on the spot, enthusiastically placing their wagers.

But that young man was no stranger.

It was Lin You, who had just received the news and rushed over from the Floating Islands.

Originally, he was leisurely shopping on the Floating Islands when he suddenly heard about the Dwarf King’s arrival in the Holy Sanctuary, prompting him to come over and investigate.

However, what he didn’t expect.

As he approached the Dwarf Camp, a surprised voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Lin You? What are you doing here?"

Lin You paused, turning back.

He saw Lei Zhe leading a group of dwarves returning from outside and couldn’t help but show surprise.

"Lei Zhe? You’re here too?"

This dwarf was the one who previously came to his territory looking for Mageon.

Unexpectedly, he would meet him here.

"This is the camp of our Dwarf Race. Of course, I’d be here." Lei Zhe led the team in front of Lin You.

"Just in time. Our king was about to send someone to inform you, and you’ve come. Do you want to go in with me?"

"The king you’re talking about... wouldn’t be Mageon, right?" Lin You asked doubtfully.

"He is now our king, Your Majesty." Lei Zhe showed respect.

"..."

Sure enough.

His guess was indeed right.

Although Lin You had already suspected this outcome, he still couldn’t help but be a bit surprised.

The one who lived next to his territory, even bargaining over a few pounds of grains, had actually become the king of the Dwarf Kingdom?

Remembering the scene when he first met Mageon, he really couldn’t imagine what that guy would look like wearing a crown.

"Let’s go, come with me. Our Majesty is looking for you," Lei Zhe said.

"All right, I was just about to have a look inside."

Lin You didn’t say much and directly followed Lei Zhe into the Dwarf Camp. Before long, they disappeared through the main gate.

Once they were out of sight, the crowd in the distance watching them finally reacted, all with expressions as if they’d seen a ghost.

"Did I see that right? He just went in like that?"

"Those dwarves were actually so polite to him. Who exactly is he?"

"Even a Tier Ten powerhouse was just blocked outside!"

"Could it be that his status is nobler than a Tier Ten powerhouse?"

The crowd buzzed with discussions, all staring in astonishment at the direction Lin You vanished, completely forgetting about the previous bet.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

After passing through the gate, Lin You quickly followed Lei Zhe into a giant fortress-like building, inquiring about the happenings in the Dwarf Kingdom during this period.

Unexpectedly, Mageon’s return to the kingdom went surprisingly smoothly.

The clan leaders of those Dwarf Tribes, upon seeing Mjolnir in Mageon’s hand, all chose to submit, with not a single person standing up to oppose.

Then Mageon was hurriedly accepted into the War God’s legacy, significantly boosting his strength to nearly Tier Ten, and subsequently became the king of the Dwarf Race.

That’s just absurd.

Even Lin You couldn’t help but feel envious; when would he receive a legacy like the God of Nature’s?

He wasn’t asking for much, just a boost of three or four tiers would do.

Is that too much to ask?

Yet here he was, painstakingly gathering resources.

Look at the others, directly reaching the pinnacle of life.

"All right, the king is inside, come with me."

Lost in thought.

Lei Zhe’s voice suddenly interrupted, pulling him back.

Lin You looked up and found himself at the entrance of a heavily guarded massive hall.

His gaze pierced through the hall, and he just happened to see a familiar figure, who was seated at the head, listening to dwarves report matters.

"Lin You!"

With just a glance, Mageon inside the hall spotted Lin You and stood up from his position.

"Mageon? Why are you dressed like that?"

Lin You, following Lei Zhe into the hall, looked at Mageon dressed in purple-gold armor and wearing a crown with a strange expression.

Unexpectedly.

Just then, an old dwarf beside Mageon flickered and suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path.

"Leiken, don’t be rude. He is my best friend!"

Mageon quickly intervened, rushing over.

"Forgive my offense, Your Majesty, I didn’t know he was your friend."

Leiken spoke and then retreated to the side, making way.

Lin You was astonished.

Just from that instant, he sensed a terrifying aura from this old dwarf, comparable even to the Saint Radiance King before his ascension!

"Greetings to the king, greetings to Father."

At this moment, Lei Zhe also stepped forward, greeting Mageon and Leiken.

"Father?"

Lin You paused, looking at Lei Zhe in surprise.

"You didn’t know? Lei Zhe is Leiken’s son, the Clan Leader of the Dark Spear Tribe," Mageon explained with a smile as he walked over.

Upon hearing this, Lin You suddenly understood.

No wonder Lei Zhe, despite his young age, had such formidable strength; he was the son of a clan leader.

So this terrifyingly powerful old dwarf was the Clan Leader of the Dark Spear Tribe?

A Tier Eleven Dark Spear Dwarf.

Under the War God’s Power, capable of momentarily reaching Tier Twelve strength.

There truly existed such formidable beings within the Dwarf Race!

Overwhelmed by shock, he couldn’t help but say, "Mageon, I must say, it would be a shame if you don’t take up the mantle of king."

Isn’t it a shame?

A Tier Eleven powerhouse!

If it were him, he’d have eagerly dashed over, sat in that position, and stayed there indefinitely.

But Mageon actually wanted to quit?

"Your Majesty, I think this guest from the Human Race is right,"

hearing Lin You’s words, Leiken immediately nodded in agreement, even casting a friendlier glance at Lin You.

"What’s so great about being a king? I couldn’t care less," Mageon said, puffing out his beard. "I only agreed to be king for a while; I’ll leave once things stabilize."

"How is that okay! Your Majesty, if you leave, what will happen to our Dwarf Kingdom?" Lei Zhe hurriedly said.

Without a king, the Dwarf Race is bound to fall into chaos again.

That’s something they absolutely don’t want to see.

Besides, how can the king of the Dwarf Race live in human territory?

Not to mention being ridiculed, what if danger arises?

If they can’t even protect their Dwarf King, they don’t deserve the War God’s shield.

"Why don’t we do this: let’s establish a Super Long-distance Teleportation Array between the Dwarf Royal Capital and His Majesty’s tribe, so you won’t have to run around everywhere."

Leiken suddenly suggested.

Wow.

Setting up a teleportation array between the Dwarf Royal Capital and Yellow Sand City?

This almost spans half a continent, requiring massive resources even for a Super Long-distance Teleportation Array.

Is the Dwarf Race this bloody rich?