Chapter 129: So it's you who's fishing for a legal case, right?

Ten days later, Wales, west coast.

The dwarf forged armor, black as clouds, reflects the first light of day, tens of thousands of round shields form a majestic iron curtain along the coastline. Beneath cloaks woven with crow feathers, the battle axes engraved with runes steam with cold mist, and the rows of bronze-edged spears arise like ice cones from the earth. In the pupils of each frost wolf, shadows of sea mist drift, fangs dripping with melted starlight. As battle songs carrying ice shards roll from the throats of berserkers, the entire earth begins to tremble:

"We come from the land of ice and snow

From the place where the sun of night and hot springs erupt

The Hammer of the Gods will steer our ships to new lands

To fight for tribal songs of crying glory!

Palace of Heroic Spirits, Valhalla

Bear witness here!"

Accompanied by a rough and heroic voice, thousands of Said wizards stepped forward.