blogombal Chapter 1509: Evil Food and Dragon
Chapter 1509: Evil Food and Dragon
Chapter 1509: Evil Food and Dragon
Svartalfheim, one of the nine realms carried by the World Tree, the kingdom of dwarves and gnomes.
Although they are called dwarves and midgets, in fact this group of people are just slightly thinner than normal humans. Their skin is as pale as corpses, their hair and beards are all black, and they have rough looks. They especially like to live in the mountains and mines. Stone and metal are their favorites, and magic and forging and metallurgy are not difficult for them.
As the kingdom of dwarves, Svartalfheim naturally has its own unique scenery.
Dwarves cannot see the sun, or they will turn into stone. Therefore, long ago, the dwarf king Etrik used magic to completely cover the sky of Svartalfheim with dark clouds that had no end in sight.
The endless mountains that rise one after another, the howling cold wind and the rolling thunder in the clouds, the dark sky that is always dark and without sunlight, the densely packed mines and the clanging sounds that continue to come out of them all day long, this is the scenery that can be seen everywhere in Svartalfheim.
In Nornir, the capital of the dwarven kingdom, a magnificent castle built of black iron and rock stands tall in the sky, but the noisy and bustling sounds that always continued in the palace in the past are now completely unheard.
Everything seemed unusually quiet, except for the sound of knives and forks gently colliding with plates, and low complaints -
“It’s an intolerable eating environment.”
Inside the Golden Palace, a human male was sitting at the chief seat at the huge dining table that originally belonged to the king. He was cutting the steak on the plate with a knife and fork in his hands with an elegant posture.
The man was about 1.9 meters tall, with strong and sturdy muscles that made his white suit look tight. He wore scarlet gloves, and his leather shoes and tie were also scarlet as blood. His brown hair was meticulously combed back into a slicked-back style.
Everything around was quiet. There were no dwarf guards, no dwarf waiters, and no dwarf king. It was as if all the dwarves had quietly evacuated the capital without a sound overnight.
Only this man was eating slowly.
Next to the plates on the dining table is a bobblehead in the shape of a bird.
Ding! The steak on the plate was cut by the knife, and the blade made a crisp sound when it hit the plate.
The man forked up a piece of cut meat and held it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully for two seconds, then put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. He chewed it for a full thirty times before swallowing the food in his mouth. He picked up the napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth, then turned his head to look at the bird-shaped bobblehead doll:
"Are you really going to leave me here talking to myself until the meal is over?"
[Sorry, I just fell asleep.]
The bird-shaped bobblehead actually spoke, and its head began to shake from side to side while it was talking.
[Have you cleaned up everything over there? ]
"It was just a rough scan. There must be some fish that slipped through the net. It doesn't matter. If they are smart, they will flee to the mountains and mines. The palace should be quiet for a while."
The man picked up the wine glass and shook it, then took a sip of the wine that was supposed to be offered to the Dwarf King.
"I am different from you. I don't like meaningless killing. It would be best if we can live in peace with these natives."
[No one likes meaningless killing. In other words, any killing itself has its own meaning, Mr. Pica.]
The bird-shaped bobblehead shakes its head from side to side, making a rattling sound.
【Killing, cruelty, blood, and crying... these are the foundations of our great achievements.】
The man named 'Mr. Evil Food' looked calm, picked up the napkin and wiped his fingers and palms carefully:
"Whatever you say, is there any definite news?"
[The star shell has arrived, and the accuracy of the information is over 90%. ]
"Where's the helper? That guy wouldn't be stupid enough to come here alone, right?"
[If there is a helper, it is most likely voodoo. ]
"Ah, [Voodoo] Bundy... one of the few women who can make me feel sick to my stomach."
Mr. Evil Food leaned back on the luxurious golden chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table:
"She possesses a very rare battlefield-type life tool, and this foreign warfare method of occupying a world as a base is very suitable for her.
It is said that she is a fanatic of Haitian Voodoo, and some say that she herself represents the legendary source of Bundy, the creator god of Haitian Voodoo.
It can be said that Voodoo Bundy is the natural enemy of all intelligent creatures, because all intelligent creatures have the emotion of "fear", and Voodoo is the holder of the concept of fear.
She is good at any scary tricks you can imagine. Ordinary outsiders will be tortured to death without even having a chance to fight back. "
[…This sounds troublesome. Is there any way to deal with it? ]
"Did you make a mistake, Javier?"
Mr. Evil Food smiled and shook his head slowly:
“Voodoo is not a problem. Isn’t our primary target this time [Star Shell] Galka?
Even though he has obtained a powerful god-level life tool, he is still essentially a rookie and inexperienced boy scout.
The spiral has been rampant for too long, forcing lone wolves like you and me to gather together like wounded beasts. I will never forget this shame.
The Star Shell is only the beginning. The Fool King and the Singer of Fate will soon realize the change in the situation, and then shrink on their thrones and tremble, waiting for you and me to pull them off and throw them to the ground.
We are not the only enemies of the Spiral, Javier.
It is said that the undefeated Cosmos and the Mercury Snake fell one after another, and both died at the hands of the same person. "
[You mean... to unite with that person? ]
“One of the four legendary concepts, [Legion] Heather… it’s quite a big name.
But the ally I want to attract is not this great Mr. Heather."
Mr. Evil Food rubbed his smooth chin.
"The target that is truly worth winning over is the Witch. I have never changed my mind."
[Then you better hurry up. I heard that the witch and Night Shadow offended a big shot of Spiral and are being hunted down.]
"That's exactly what I want. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Being spiral enemies will quickly bring the witch and I closer together.
Don’t forget what you promised me.”
[…I haven’t forgotten. Don’t worry. As long as you kill Star Shell, we will help you find the witch’s trace.
But I have to remind you that Star Shell is the new pillar of Spiral, the holder of the concept of "armor", and also possesses a powerful god-level life tool.
To deal with such an enemy, one could easily fail if one is not careful...】
"Then what do you think we are secretly plotting here? I abandoned my pride and confidence as a strong man and chose to join forces with other outsiders to ambush a stupid boy scout who only has brute force. Is it because it's fun and exciting?"
Mr. Evil Food's tone gradually became irritable:
"If strong men like you and I cannot take down Star Shell Galka together, then what is the need for our alliance to exist?"
[…Are you hungry again? Calm down, Mr. Evil Food… Mr. Evil Food? Mr. Evil Food, are you still there? ]
The bird-shaped bobblehead shook its head, but there was no one at the table.
Only faint screams could be heard outside the palace.