Rolshka gathered everyone together.
He instructed them to listen to Lillian’s orders.
He then spoke to the old men and women responsible for guarding the Berserkers: “Stay here and guard this place. We will return.”
Kirshka ran to Rolshka’s side and asked curiously, “Big Brother, who are these people?”
Rolshka spoke with an older brother’s gentleness: “They are my friends, and they will help me win back Marishka!”
Kirshka said happily, “That’s great! Now Big Brother can be with Sister Marishka again!”
Rolshka stroked Kirshka’s hair, fulfilling his duties as her older brother to ensure she did not feel uneasy.
Soraka was calm while staying by Solk’s side and was no longer as frantic as before.
Sigma stood with Selim, and neither of them was very talkative.
Selim still looked at Eileen with eyes full of fear.
Eileen did not care about this, as there were too many people in this world who feared her.
Lillian could not find the remaining Dwarf Berserker. According to Rolshka, he was an invisible man whom no one could see except for the True God.
Rolshka said to Lillian, “Miss Lillian, the power you need has been assembled. Let us hurry back to Thor Village now.”
Lillian scanned everyone and noticed that their attention was focused on Rolshka rather than on her.
She said, “Very well. Please, ‘Eternal King,’ give the order. We must return to the Blacksmith Village as quickly as possible. I assume they have already finished crafting the six sets of top-tier gear and six sets of top-tier weapons. Once we arrive, we will immediately march against Dorechiut!”
Eileen was satisfied with Lillian’s performance.
She had never shown stage fright and had maintained control of the overall situation from beginning to end, truly deserving of the title of the Muse Kingdom’s first heir.
She assumed the Master felt the same way.
Kirshka asked, “Big Brother, what is the ‘Eternal King’? Is that your new nickname? So cool!”
Rolshka was not sure how to answer that for a moment.
Lillian stepped in to smooth things over: “According to legend, the person who can make the Dwarf Berserkers ‘submit’ is the ‘Dwarf King.’ Your brother did something remarkable to protect his love!”
Upon hearing this, Kirshka became even more admiring of Rolshka: “Big Brother is amazing! Now you are even more of a perfect match for the genius artisan Sister Marishka! You two are a match made in heaven! Let’s go and drive that wretched noble away right now!”
The child spoke without thinking. In her eyes, her brother was still her brother; she could not perceive that the person standing before her was the true “Eternal King.”
She was simply proud that her brother had become stronger.
Rolshka offered a smile in return.
Eileen, however, felt a rare moment of sorrow.
She only had the Master; if the Master were to disappear one day, she might not know how to go on living.
“Why, you look quite moved? Does Teacher Eileen have a soft side as well?”
Lillian teased maliciously.
Eileen suppressed her emotions and said, “Shut up. Let’s hurry and finish the task the Master gave us.”
Lillian dropped her smirk and turned to Kirshka: “Now that we have found your brother, take me back at top speed.”
Kirshka said, “Then what about Big Brother and his companions?”
Rolshka said, “My companions possess speed greater than any sled. They will accompany me to Thor Village.”
Kirshka nodded: “Alright, then let’s race to see who is faster! Lillian! Get on!”
Eileen commented, “What a rude little brat.”
Lillian did not mind.
She got on the sled and fastened her seatbelt, and Kirshka drove the sled back at high speed.
Rolshka and the five Berserkers followed closely behind; although one was completely invisible, his footprints could still be seen in the snow.
Only the three old dwarves remained to guard the Wasteland Prison.
Atiste watched everything unfold and wanted to join in the interesting struggle himself.
It was just a pity that he was not the one who had traveled back Five Hundred Years Ago; only Eileen and Lillian had.
He said to the system, “Tongzi, oh Tongzi, you must take me along next time something fun like this happens. Otherwise, I’ll grow moldy from being locked up at home all day.”
[System Error… Fault… %…]
“Fine, it still hasn’t been repaired.”
He had no choice but to suppress his itch and continue watching the show.
At this moment, he still had full confidence in Lillian.
However, he was also tracking the time.
There should be only about 2 hours and 30 minutes left before Eileen disappeared from Five Hundred Years Ago completely…
He sent a reminder to Eileen through the system:
[Eileen, urge Lillian to hurry. You don’t have much time left, only 2 hours and 30 minutes.]
Eileen was not surprised, as completing these things had indeed taken a considerable amount of time.
Now, she, Lillian, and the six Dwarf Berserkers had arrived at the Blacksmith Village.
Upon arriving, the Village Chief, Grishka, had already prepared the six sets of top-tier armor and six sets of top-tier weapons that the entire village had worked together to forge.
Belonging to Solk, the “Forge of Wrath” stood in the first position, constructed entirely of Abyssal Meteorite.
The shoulder pads spewed hot steam, appearing like a moving furnace.
Unlit runes were etched onto the armor.
The heavy axe beside the armor was named “Incinerator.”
It was a double-edged battle axe larger than a man’s face, also forged from Abyssal Meteorite, the blades glowing with a dark red light.
Soraka’s “Frost Mark” was in the second position, forged through countless hammerings of Arctic Silver Steel.
It featured magnificent fish-scale patterns, and the war skirt and locking rings chimed softly like clashing ice crystals.
Two silver blades were fixed on the vambraces, radiating a chilling aura.
The twin axes next to the armor were named “Frost Bite” and “Frost Devour.”
They were long and short respectively, made of the same material as the armor, with barbs on the back of the axes that glimmered coldly, as if they could slice through anything.
Sigma’s armor, “Unmoved Mountain,” was immensely thick, forged entirely from deep-sea divine steel alloy, with protective rune stones embedded in the breastplate.
The greaves were equally heavy, looking extremely reliable.
The hammer beside it was called “Earth Vein.”
The head was a piece of divine steel wrapped around a solid chunk of deep-sea dragon bone, its face engraved with earth-elemental runes, looking as if no one could lift it.
Belonging to the invisible man, “Cyclone” was a set of hollowed-out armor.
Beyond that, it appeared to have nothing special about it, but upon closer inspection, one would find the armor covered in dense, intricate runes.
The long-handled axe placed to the side was called “Spine Breaker.”
The blade was as thin and long as a sickle, with three barbs on the back.
The axe body hummed, seemingly calling out to the invisible man.
Selim’s “Thousand Peaks” armor was studded with throwing axes, and the breastplate was matte and non-reflective.
Selim looked at the armor, her eyes filled with yearning.
Selim’s weapons were not on a separate rack but were attached directly to her armor.
The belt carried twelve throwing axes called “Swarm,” the arm guards had six small axes called “Needle Sting,” and four axes called “Lightning Strike” were mounted on her back.
Finally, there was the lightest and thinnest black warrior’s armor, which belonged to Rolshka.
The right side of the armor was intact, while the left was nearly bare.
His weapons were called “Eternity,” consisting of a black sword and a black shield.
The dwarf blacksmiths of Thor Village all stayed far away from the six Dwarf Berserkers.
Rolshka did not care.
He simply gave the order: “Pick up your equipment. The revenge begins!”
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