Chapter 86 Gold Dragon and Elf

Aivendel, the Dwarves finally emerged from the joyful atmosphere of victory and began to silently clean up the battlefield, collecting the bodies of their kin.

The city walls were covered with dark scorch marks and patchy traces of blood, and below lay large areas of solidified metal.

Thousands of Dwarf Warriors bravely sacrificed themselves in this battle; even in death, they did not forget to struggle against the Orcs, protecting their common homeland.

The elder Dwarves lifted up the corpses that still bore the posture of fierce fighting, gently stroking their cheeks, closing their angrily staring eyes.

"Child, rest assured, Aivendel has not yet fallen.

May you...find eternal life in the realm of Moradin."

At the end, his voice choked up; facing the departure of loved ones, even the typically hearty and rough Dwarves could not help but feel sad.

The Dwarf beside him also stepped forward, patting his shoulder: "It will be so, Karl.