"Strange! We don’t have that good of a relationship, do we?" Richard seemed to be seeing Rommel in a new light: "Why? Why are you doing this?"
"Didn’t you just guess the reason? Because I don’t want to live under someone else’s roof; I want to strike out on my own!" The bloodshot eyes of the handsome marshal showed a storm of red clouds, and the soul silver flame above his head swayed violently, indicating his intense emotions: "It’s that simple, my dear brother-in-law!"
"You have more to say, go on."
"Using the Shieldaxe Dwarves to deceive the Red Earth Highland was actually Moore and the higher-ups of the Drow’s bad idea, not mine! They think Beamon’s brain is quite slow and might not see the strategic importance of the Red Earth Highland! The laughable part is, even though this plan was devised by the Fallen Elves, when it came to execution, they all chickened out, with none daring to come negotiate in Florence, so they sent me instead!" Rommel shook his head sadly: "After the first messenger was killed, the Fallen Elves believed that negotiating in Florence was a death wish, apparently only my life is worthless!" ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel·fiɾe·net
"And what about the Shieldaxe Dwarves and the Berserkers of Tel Aviv? What’s their deal?" Richard pressed on.
"The Lucian Eagle and Bull Air Force patrols everywhere daily, and a few days ago, a scout happened to discover a large group of Berserkers heading for the Dorott Duchy. After some investigation and inquiry, we learned about the destination and intention of this Berserker group." Rommel glanced at Helen and then fixed his gaze on Old Richard: "Helen, Richard, why don’t you guess where these Berserkers of Tel Aviv are going and what they plan to do."
"Damn! How am I supposed to guess that!"
"Brother, could they be allies brought in by the Fallen Elves?"
"Months ago, a senior wizard from a Berserker tribe declared that he received instructions from Odin, the Thunder God—saying the earthly messenger of the Thunder God had appeared in the Donau Wasteland, summoning all Berserkers to come and follow this divine messenger to create a grand century for the Berserkers of Tel Aviv!" Rommel couldn’t help but chuckle: "The interesting part is, quite a number of Berserkers actually believed this prophecy and are leaving their icy homeland to venture into the outside world, heading for the Primitive Ancient Origin! As for the Shieldaxe Dwarves, these pure-blooded Durgals happened to encounter the Berserkers while descending the mountain, heard that the Thunder God’s messenger had appeared, and actually believed it. They too are preparing to follow these Berserkers to seek refuge with Odin’s messenger! These dwarves think Aegean is in mortal peril and only by following such a great figure can they have a chance to save the continent!"
"Praise the gods, what devout believers they are," Helen said.
"Praise the gods, what ignorant fools they are," Richard was speechless.
"You can’t say that, in fact, there really is an Odin’s messenger appearing in the Primitive Ancient Origin." Rommel laughed even more contentedly.
"You are that Odin’s messenger?" Old Richard and Helen exclaimed in unison, their voices shooting up several decibels.
"Are all these Berserkers blind?" Richard mused in the most exaggerated tone: "My God! Could the Handsome Marshal of the Mulan Empire really be the earthly messenger of Aegean’s Thunder God? This..."
"Of course, I am Odin’s messenger, I have proof!" Rommel maintained a solemn expression: "The ’Wrath of Thor’ battle axe, you know it, right? Aren’t all the Berserkers on Aegean holding counterfeit ’Wrath of Thor’ axes? The genuine weapon used by Odin is right here with me!"
"How could that battle axe, capable of releasing three bolts of Paralysis Lightning that even a Giant Dragon couldn’t escape, this artifact used by Odin end up in your hands, brother?" Helen was very surprised. Her big cousin wasn’t even an Aegeanian; could he have experienced some miraculous event during this time?
"I get it," Richard grinned widely, looking left and right before bursting into a series of silly giggles: "You Mulanese have always had a penchant for collecting weapons. Back in Kalimantan, I also collected a Chevrolet Battle Axe and an Elven God Bow; as a handsome marshal in power, possessing a ’Wrath of Thor’ would be logical! Damn! No wonder there hasn’t been a genuine ’Wrath of Thor’ on Aegean Continent all these years; it was in the desert all along!"
"Like that Kagaride Gem, the ’Wrath of Thor’ battle axe was something I bid on and purchased at an auction," Rommel nodded with a reserved manner: "I didn’t expect this axe would carry the value of a divine messenger’s token in the eyes of the Berserkers."
"You’ve hit the jackpot, a few thousand Berserkers are indeed a formidable force."
"Not really hitting a jackpot, just an opportunity! Currently, I only have the Arsenic Giants and the Vulture Air Force at my disposal, and their numbers are too few to make any significant stand in Lusen City; all we do is heavy labor! With these Berserkers, I can strike out on my own without watching anyone else’s face." Rommel slowly swayed the wine glass in his hand, smacking his lips: "These things, I can only confide in you, Moore and the Drow still don’t know for now; they’re happy about having these Berserkers!"
"What about the Shieldaxe Dwarves? Why are you handing them over to me?" Richard was a bit puzzled. Since you want to establish your own base, the more resources, the better, right?