Chapter 619: Farewell Gift

As soon as the Werewolf's words had fallen, the Dwarf also emerged from the Dimensional Hole. Bruto's expression was incredibly excited, his hands cradling an ancient-looking piece of Armor crafted from platinum materials; Lancelot immediately recognized it as the Armor they had seen in the Illusions.

"By Moradin above, this Relic has finally returned to the hands of the descendants of the Frostforge Clan!" Bruto announced, his voice choking up with emotion, "Thank you, thank you, everyone! Thank you, each one of you! Especially big brother, I really, woooo..."

The Dwarf embraced Lancelot in a bear hug, disregarding his image and cried out loudly. Lancelot, somewhat helpless, smiled at his companions and gently patted Bruto on the back, whispering words of comfort, which gradually calmed the latter down.