Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World-Chapter 631: The Gate Opens
Chapter 631: The Gate Opens
TL: Rui88
“Woooo…!”
The long, drawn-out sound of a horn echoed throughout Lilac Valley.
A troop of dwarven warriors holding long spears entered the place in a neat formation.
Upon reaching a flat clearing in the very center of Lilac Valley, the dwarven warriors first changed from a column into a line, then slowly shifted into a curved line. The warriors, solemn and orderly, faced the valley entrance, awaiting their “guest.”
A giant, muscular boar with long, protruding tusks slowly walked out from the dwarven ranks. Riding on its back was a dwarf, much like how humans or orcs ride horses.
Although he had the same stocky build and large beard, this dwarf’s appearance was still noticeably different from the other dwarves.
His hair and beard were neatly groomed, and he was dressed in brightly colored silk clothes that looked very luxurious. He wore a gold-trimmed cape on his back, and on the middle finger of his right hand was a ring set with a large emerald.
Mallory, the chieftain of the Mason Clan, sat quietly on his mount, gazing into the distance, waiting for the exile to come and challenge him for the position of chieftain.
Time passed, and the sun gradually moved south.
Mallory frowned with some impatience.
“Ramsden!”
He called for his subordinate.
“My chieftain, what are your orders?”
Ramsden ran forward and respectfully questioned Mallory.
Ramsden was here today as one of the ten warriors who would fight on the chieftain’s behalf.
“Why is that sinner not here yet? Was it not agreed that it would be today?”
“This…” Ramsden scratched his head, not knowing how to answer. In truth, he was also very confused.
‘Could that fellow Imar have been playing a trick on everyone? If so, he would become a complete laughingstock.’
“Perhaps he has been scared off!”
Another of the chosen warriors offered his speculation, which drew a round of laughter from those around.
Ramsden said, “My chieftain, please wait a little longer. I think… that fellow Imar has not fallen so far as that.”
“Fine, I will wait a bit longer then!” Mallory said contemptuously. “If that fellow is not here by noon, I will send people to inform every clan of this laughable chieftain’s challenge.”
Just as Mallory finished speaking, a small group of people appeared in the distance, walking towards them.
He laughed loudly. “Oh, our ‘honored guest’ has finally arrived.”
Mallory waited with great confidence for Imar and his followers. He was already prepared to enjoy the sight of this bastard’s head being smashed in by his warriors.
But what he found strange was that Imar’s group actually stopped in their tracks and just watched from a distance.
‘That fellow, could he have been frightened by the formation I brought today?’
‘He has lost his nerve. He is afraid. That coward!’
‘I knew long ago he was just that kind of person! The shame of the dwarves!’
“What is that?”
Ramsden pointed ahead.
“What, is it not that bastard Imar?”
Mallory, puzzled, extended his gaze further into the distance. His smile immediately vanished.
At the entrance to the valley in the distance, billowing dust rose into the sky, like an approaching sandstorm.
“By the Hammer! What is that?” he asked the same question as Ramsden.
“It is orcs!” Ramsden shouted, his excellent eyesight allowing him to identify the newcomers’ identity.
“Why would orcs come here?” The dwarves present began to murmur among themselves.
At that moment, Imar’s group, which had previously halted, started moving towards them again, and at an extremely fast pace, almost a run.
A small contingent of orcs caught up with them and walked alongside Imar.
The orcs were extremely fast; they were all mounted on horses.
They soon arrived a short distance in front of Mallory and his men.
Because of the confusion over the orcs’ appearance, Mallory’s side remained silent.
Imar was the first to shout.
“Usurper Mallory! You bastard, I am here today to take back the glory and everything else that belongs to me, which you stole.”
“Imar!”
Ramsden responded loudly, “You should explain why so many orcs have come here.”
Anyone who was not an idiot could see at a glance that the orcs’ appearance was related to Imar.
“Them? Hahahahaha!”
Imar laughed maniacally and shouted, “They are all my friends, here to help me reclaim the position of chieftain.”
“You bastard!”
Everyone on Mallory’s side had guessed what Imar intended to do and began to curse furiously.
Ramsden shouted angrily, “You would dare to break the sacred tradition, and shamelessly rely on the power of an outside race!”
“Oh, poor Ramsden! I can see the panic in your eyes. Please, perform a little more for me.”
Imar laughed with bloodshot eyes. “I like seeing you like this. It will add many amusing anecdotes to my life in the future.”
The veins on Ramsden’s neck bulged with anger. “Are you not afraid of being despised by the entire dwarven race?”
“Haaaaaaaargh!” Imar roared. “I have already been made into a laughingstock by all of you. What do I have to worry about? Besides, none of you will escape today.” R̃αɴò𝐁ÈŞ
As Imar’s voice fell, the orc cavalry arrived in a torrent, flanking them from both sides and completely surrounding the small number of dwarves.
The dwarves hastily formed a circular formation, their long spears pointing diagonally outwards at the orc cavalry in all directions.
At this moment, Chieftain Mallory recognized the orc beside Imar.
“Eugene, my friend!”
He called out to the old orc, “Why must the Sons of the Plains interfere in the internal disputes of the Sons of the Mountain?”
He had been recognized after all. Eugene had no choice but to pull back the hood of his cloak.
As a frequent envoy of the King’s Tent, he was quite familiar with the chieftain of the Mason Clan. This situation was unavoidably a bit awkward.
“My friend, Mallory, please allow me to call you that one last time.”
His face was filled with helplessness. “Regrettably, the price Imar offered was simply too high.”
“What did he promise you? Tell me, perhaps I can offer you more?”
Mallory’s voice was filled with sincerity.
“Chieftain!” Ramsden heard this and grew anxious.
Mallory shot him a glare. “It is merely a stratagem.”
“There is no need for you to hear it!”
Eugene replied, “I know you. What Imar can give me, you cannot.”
‘Even if you did give it,’ the old orc thought, ‘it would only be a temporary measure, and you are much harder to control than Imar.’
Mallory finally sank into despair.
“Alright, alright, my friend Eugene!”
Imar was impatient. “Hurry up and get rid of this band of traitors!”
Eugene gestured with his hand. “Attack!”
The orc cavalry surrounding the dwarves spurred their horses into motion.
“Warriors of the Mason Clan! Prepare to meet the enemy!”
Ramsden roared. All the dwarves wore expressions of grim determination. They already understood that this was a hopeless situation.
All they could do was leave their honor behind in this world!
The first thing that greeted them was a dense volley of arrows, followed by the thundering of hooves…
The battle lasted for more than half an hour. When the last dwarven warrior fell, Eugene and Imar walked over to them.
Imar found Mallory and Ramsden. Their bodies were covered in terrible wounds, and they were no longer breathing.
He took the large ring from Mallory’s hand, carefully placed it on his own, and let out a long sigh of relief.
“You have finally returned to your true master,” he said, as if speaking to the ring.
“Are you sure this ring is all it takes?” the old orc asked.
“I am sure!”
Eugene looked at the carnage on the ground and said gravely, “Some are still breathing! Perhaps they can be saved, Imar.”
Imar said resolutely, “What is the point of keeping them? To spread the word that I won the challenge with the help of outsiders?”
“Alright!” Eugene sighed to himself. He still respected these warriors who had fought to the very last moment.
He beckoned to the cavalrymen and instructed, “Give them a quick end.”
The old orc looked towards the southern mountains, as if he could already see the world beyond them.
That rich, civilized, beautiful world without the black plague and the white plague.
“The first great gate has finally opened.”
Chapter 631: The Gate Opens
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