The gnome soldiers on both sides gripped their weapons tightly, yet none dared to stop them. They could only watch the two figures vanish at the end of the corridor.
For a moment, the hall was silent. Solding slammed his fist onto the throne, sending shattered stone flying.
"Send the order to the border... let them pass." He practically forced the words out from deep in his throat.
I knew this order would be given.
I should have done the wood elves and Wu Heng a favor ahead of time. Now, it's forced consent.
The Dwarf Race, offended both sides.
...
The Wood Elf Main City.
The figures of the Queen and the Dragon emerged from the Mansion Skill.
"The Dwarves have agreed to let us pass," the Queen reported, "but they require us to claim that we forced our way through, and they do not acknowledge it."
"No problem," Wu Heng nodded.
Through a spiritual anchor point, he also saw the conversation in the gnome hall.
