Nidavellir.
This was the territory of the dwarves.
The dwarves had made a living forging weapons for many years.
Within the Nine Realms, they were natural weapon masters.
The dream of many warriors was to possess a weapon forged by a dwarven master.
Because of this, Nidavellir held a special position among the Nine Realms.
Most people did not dare offend the dwarves lightly.
However, no one knew that a great change unseen for ten thousand years was about to happen in Nidavellir.
“Damn it…” Kelt looked at the rainy sky and cursed loudly, “What’s been going on with Nidavellir lately?
It’s been raining every single day…” Kelt was an Asgardian general.
The reason he had come to Nidavellir this time was because his superior had ordered a batch of weapons from the dwarves.
But for some unknown reason, when this batch of weapons was delivered to Asgard, they were all defective goods.
Many Asgardian generals were furious and had cursed those dwarves countless times as black-hearted blacksmiths.
But since the weapons were defective, Asgard naturally would not pay for them.
They returned all the weapons, and Kelt was the person in charge of this mission.
Over the past few days, Kelt had traveled repeatedly between Nidavellir and Asgard.
It could be said that he had suffered anger from both sides.
He was originally a general of Asgard’s elite forces and had once fought giants and Dark Elves.
Yet this time, he had been sent to carry out a task that relied on talking.
For a moment, Kelt actually felt like a hero with no place to use his strength.
“Yo…” Seeing the short figure ahead, Kelt waved and said, “Master Tolan, I’m here again…” The little dwarf before Kelt was only half Kelt’s height.
Perhaps because his face had long been exposed to flames, it looked especially crimson.
He had a face full of beard, a bulbous red nose, and extremely thick arms that seemed to contain endless strength.
Bang!
The dwarf ignored Kelt and continued swinging his right hand, constantly hammering the heated iron in his hand.
“Master Tolan…” Kelt came before the dwarf and said in a low voice, “I don’t want to disturb you either, but my boss said this batch of weapons is unqualified.
We can’t accept them…” “Impossible…” The dwarf suddenly stopped.
He looked at Kelt with great anger.
“Impossible.
We dwarves value our credibility.
I personally supervised this batch of weapons.
There is no way there could be any mistake…” Kelt raised his brows and forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart.
“Master…” “Get lost…” The dwarf held the heated iron in his hand and pointed it at Kelt.
“Don’t come again in the future.
If you come again, don’t blame me for being impolite!” At this moment, Kelt finally could not endure it anymore.
He cursed loudly at the dwarf.
“You little dwarf, don’t take yourself too seriously.
I’ve endured you for a long time!” “What did you say…” Hearing Kelt’s abuse, the dwarf was clearly hot-tempered as well.
He picked up the heated iron and charged straight at Kelt.
Seeing this scene, Kelt was overjoyed.
“Good timing!” In Asgard, Kelt was also quite famous.
King Odin had once personally awarded him a Warrior Medal.
Meanwhile, the dwarf was merely an ordinary person.
Although he had brute strength from forging iron, against someone like Kelt who had walked out of mountains of blades and seas of blood, the dwarf was still far too weak.
In only half a minute, the dwarf was knocked to the ground by Kelt.
The dwarf falling down would not have mattered, but seeing that the fellow did not stand up again, Kelt immediately panicked.
He had only wanted to casually teach the dwarf a lesson and vent the frustration he had endured over the past few days.
He never expected that he would accidentally kill the dwarf.
“Grandfather…” Another young dwarf walked out.
Seeing his grandfather lying in a pool of blood, the young man picked up a piece of iron beside him and rushed at Kelt as if to fight him to the death.
As the young dwarf charged toward Kelt, he shouted, “Murder!
The Asgardians killed one of us dwarves!” Very quickly, countless dwarves emerged from the underground caves.
When they saw the dwarven master on the ground, all the dwarves became furious.
They grabbed their weapons and charged toward Kelt.
Seeing the dwarves swarm out, Kelt’s face finally changed color.
Although he possessed extraordinary strength, facing so many dwarves, he was absolutely no match.
Kelt turned and swiftly rushed outside.
He was not alone.
On this trip to Nidavellir, he had brought an army of several hundred people.
As long as he could escape back, he could quickly return to Asgard.
At that time, King Odin would protect him.
In the year 1019 of Odin’s reign, something happened that filled Asgard with incomparable fury.
Asgardian general Kelt had come to Nidavellir with peaceful intentions, but for some unknown reason, those foolish dwarves wiped out this Asgardian army.
Aside from General Kelt, who narrowly escaped death, not one of the several hundred soldiers in this army survived.
All of them perished.
King Odin personally worshiped heaven and honored the ancestors.
Inside Valhalla, he smeared blood and swore an oath of alliance.
From then on, Asgard officially declared war on the dwarf race.
Watching the troops pass by him, Heimdall bumped Leon with his elbow.
“I heard Kelt was sent there by you?” “Mm!” Leon nodded directly.
“That guy has always fought in the army.
I thought he would draw his sword the first time he negotiated with the dwarves.
I didn’t expect him to actually be that patient… Still, in the end, he can be considered to have completed the mission.” “Kelt is also a talent worth shaping.
I heard he returned with severe injuries.
If he survives this time, he can be specially cultivated.” That was right.
All of this was Leon’s scheme.
Among the Nine Realms, the dwarves had always been known for their rigor.
There was nothing wrong with that batch of weapons.
Leon had merely swapped them out.
After all, starting a war required a reason.
And that general named Kelt had also been personally chosen by Leon.
The purpose was to stir up hatred between Asgard and the dwarf race.
Heimdall could not help looking at Leon a few more times, muttering, “How can you be so wicked?” Leon immediately shot back without hesitation, “How can a thick-browed, big-eyed man like you, who looks so majestic, upright, and righteous, say something like that?” “Hahaha…” The two looked at each other and laughed, their faces filled with strange emotions.
On the day Leon returned to Asgard, he learned Asgard’s strategic intentions from Odin.
However, in order to win the first battle, Asgard’s upper ranks planned for another nineteen years.
They waited until the year 1019 of Odin’s reign before choosing to act.
The generals of Asgard had originally wanted to target another great power.
According to them, that would display Asgard’s might and make the people of the Nine Realms not dare underestimate Asgard.
However, Leon disagreed with the generals.
Without hesitation, he chose Nidavellir, which was not very powerful.
His reason was that if they subdued the dwarves, Asgard would essentially monopolize weapon forging in the Nine Realms, and its military strength would increase severalfold.
The two plans were placed on Odin’s desk at the same time.
After several days of careful consideration, he ultimately chose Leon’s plan.
At this moment, Heimdall said again, “Will this alert the other realms?” This was not a battle between them and the dwarves.
This was a battle between two realms.
In Asgard, Heimdall was one of the few people who knew this, so he was worried that conquering Nidavellir would trigger counterattacks from the other realms.
“It should not.” Leon remained silent for a while, then shook his head.
“In name, we are only avenging those dead warriors.
This is the rumor I released long ago.” Over the past ten years, Leon had not been idling away his days.
After he ended that conversation with Odin, he entered the core of Asgard’s military and political affairs.
A massive war between realms required food, military equipment, logistics, and more.
The numbers involved were almost astronomical.
Even Leon had spent several years sorting everything out.
As for the remaining time, Leon had been deducing everything that might happen during the war, including interference from other realms.
Leon believed that as long as Asgard could quickly resolve the dwarf forces in Nidavellir, then interference from the various realms afterward would become far less important.
No one would completely tear their face apart with powerful Asgard for a dwarf race that had already fallen.
“The battle has already begun…” After hearing Leon’s words, Heimdall’s expression also relaxed.
He raised his head and looked toward Nidavellir, discovering that Asgard’s army and the dwarves had already clashed head-on.
“The dwarves are nothing to fear…” Leon said softly, “But we still cannot be careless.” Leon’s intelligence had gained unanimous recognition from Asgard’s upper ranks.
Odin had stated in public many times, “Having Wells is better than having an army of a million!” But Leon himself still did not dare be careless in the slightest, because he knew this was not an ordinary battle in the mortal realm.
This time, his opponent was the dwarf race of mythology.
No one dared look down on any race that had existed for ten thousand years.
Leon did not dare, and Odin did not dare either.
The dwarves were famous across the Nine Realms for their superb forging skills.
Who knew how many great killing weapons the dwarves had forged over the years?
“Heimdall…” Before long, Leon also walked toward the Bifrost.
“I won’t keep chatting with you.
I’m going to personally observe this war, in case any accidents occur!” If Odin was the commander of this war, then Leon was the planner of this war.
For Leon’s safety, Odin originally did not want to let Leon appear on the battlefield.
However, as the planner, if he could not personally witness this war, how could he deduce the direction of future wars?
Therefore, to Leon, this was a once-in-a-thousand-years practical opportunity.
Besides, witnessing the fall of a civilization with his own eyes was not something anyone had the chance to see.
Heimdall nodded.
“Be careful…” Whoosh— The beam of light disappeared, and there was no longer any trace of Leon on the Bifrost.
Seeing Leon leave, Heimdall muttered to himself with a complicated expression, “King Bor gave birth to two fierce tigers…”