Ahhh... old times.
Fun Fact: The Meccan Kingdom is about the size as Japan, likely higher.
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Vanoss: Wave Zhong?
Vanoss said as his eyes shot wide open.
Vanoss: That rip-off Reed meathead psychopath who spat riddle bullshits?
Technoblade almost spat out his drink. Giving him an odd look, he wryly smiled.
Technoblade: Odd way to put it, but correct.
Vanoss: Ah fuck!
Leaning back on his seat, Evan's brows furrowed tightly.
This was unexpected, Vanoss didn't actually know that the Midnight Kairos were in the Meccan Kingdom as well.
*Tap.Tap.Tap*
Tapping on the table, Vanoss.fell into thought.
Vanoss(Thoughts): Who would've thought that she was here?
Her presence always gives Vanoss a headache.
During these past few months knowing her, this is definitely not a coincidence, when it comes to the Midnight Kairos, they are pretty much an unpredictable party.
Furthermore, she might already be aware of Vanoss and his friends' presence already.
Being here, Vanoss knows they are up to something.
Vanoss(Thoughts): Ugh! How troublesome indeed.
Technoblade: Do you have any other questions for me? Because I felt there was more.
Technoblade downed the whole drink and smacked the cup on the table. He then proceeded to wipe the foam that lingered on his lips.
Vanoss: Yes, one more.
Technoblade: Go on, but make it quick I'm supposed to leave soon.
Leaning forward, Vanoss asked his last question.
Vanoss: Have you perhaps heard of anyone called Ironwood Helmschmied before?
Technoblade: Sir Ironwood? That Craftsman Dwarf?
Techno said with an odd look flashed on his face.
Vanoss: Is there something wrong?
From the look on Technoblade's face, it seemed as though he knew him.
With a complicated look, Technoblade scratched the back of his head.
Technoblade: No, not really, it's just that…he's, mhhh, how should I say it.
Stroking his chin, Techno tried to find the right words to say.
Technoblade: …Let's just say that he's a very hard man to please.
Vanoss: I figured 😑
Leaning back on his seat Evan let out a sigh.
According to the information he paid in several black markets all over the continent, Ironwood was one of the few most best craftsmen in the continent, able to smith several simple metals into an A-rank Divine weapon thanks to an ancient art called Runecraft.
What Moo told Vanoss about this according to the Village chief Moo met, Runecraft is a magical art used by the dwarve and is the art of inscribing magical letters onto objects. When a rune is carefully engraved on an object, it enchants the object. The amount of magic inscribed in an object depends on the time it takes to inscribe a rune. In other words, runes are characters magically imbued with mana. Meanwhile, attempting to carve runes and enchant an object with both Runecraft and Tier Magic together can also be mutually repulsive. If a powerful magic caster tries an enchantment, the runes will distort.
There are 50 lesser runes, 25 middle runes, 10 upper runes, and 5 top runes, for a total of 90 runes overall. That said, after the Second Great War, many of them have been lost, but for 1000 years, about 80% of them have been rediscovered.
According to the dwarven runesmiths, it is not possible to carve runes and place enchantments on the same object. Runes are characters imbued with mana. Thus carved runes and enchantments are mutually repulsive.
Right now, Runecraft is one of the main things the Dwarves used these days to create their powerful weapons and artifacts besides utilizing Magic Stones and other great scientific creations they had.
Like Ironwood, he was a legendary craftsman with many upper runes and several Divine-class runes at his disposal. Without a doubt his standards for materials and Runes were high, and not just that, he was probably also very selective of his clients.
In no way would he craft artifacts for whoever asked.
But
He still had to try.
Vanoss: Even if he might reject me, I want to know.
Vanoss just wanted to get stronger faster.
Surrounded by so many enemies, he had no choice but to get stronger.
It was a must.
At his response, a small smile appeared on Technoblade's face.
Technoblade: Mhm, if you insist.
Twirling his now empty cup, Techno thought for a moment.
Technoblade: Usually he's working at the fourth level, but you can find him on the first level from time to time. In fact, he's probably at his shop right now.
Vanoss: Where exactly is that? Can you tell me the location?
Technoblade: Sure, but I'll warn you beforehand. Don't expect him to make an artifact for you. No matter how rich you are, he won't do it unless he feels like it.
Vanoss: Mhm.
Technoblade: Okay, pay close attention.
Tapping a bracelet artifact on his hand, a holographic map soon appeared before then. To Evan's surprise, it was a map of the whole first level.
Vanoss: Did the Dwarves make this?
Technoblade: Yeah, it's just an artifact I just bought, more like a GPS type. It is very common in the city as Phones on earth, and very cheap as an IPhone 2.
Vanoss: That's neat.
Technoblade: Okay, enough with that.
Back to the point, Technoblade then pointed towards a certain area on the map.
Technoblade: The shop is right here, if you follow this path over here, you should be able to get there in about 10-20 minutes in walking time.
Vanoss: I see. Thanks, Techno.
Technoblade: No probs, I have to go now.
Putting his hood back on, Technoblade suddenly stood up.
Technoblade: Hmmm, before I go, take this as well.
Before he left, he tossed Evan a dark colored metal plate.
Vanoss: What's this?
Technoblade: It's an identification badge. In case you want to meet me, you can just show them to the guards and they'll let you pass.
Staring at the dark plate in his hand, Evan gratefully looked at Techno.
Vanoss: Thank you. This might come in handy.
Technoblade: No problem.
Flashing a grin behind the hood, Technoblade gave a slight nod.
Technoblade: If everything is over, I think I might be going to farm more Potatoes to build my once powerful Potato Empire again.
Vanoss: Hm, good with that.
Technoblade: Especially, my old kingdom at Immorgeneria. I wonder how they were.
Hearing Techno's words, sweat instantly dripped down Evan's forehead.
Vanoss: …sure.
Technoblade: Good, hope we meet again in the future, Mr. Vanoss. Technoblade out!
Satisfied, Technoblade turned around and left the tavern.
Gazing at his back from where he was sitting, Evan closed his eyes and wished his best of luck.
Well… now he felt a huge guilt in him.
Looks like he really couldn't get out of this one.
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With the city built directly inside of a mountain range, the only indication Vanoss got that it was nighttime was the slight chill that travelled in the air.
Even then, it quickly disappeared as the thermal system built underground turned on, warming up his shoes, and the air around him.
Vanoss: This should be the place?
Lifting his head, Evan stopped in front of a fairly large shop.
Compared to the other shops that he saw, this shop was the shabbiest looking one. Yet, despite it being the shabbiest looking one, it somehow felt like the most premium one.
It was hard to describe.
Was it perhaps its atmosphere? Or just his imagination?
Wasn't sure, but he was just about to find out.
[The Golden Hammer.]
A shabby looking insignia hung outside of the shop.
Turning around and finally taking notice of his surroundings, to Evan's surprise, he barely found anyone frequenting the place.
It was as though everyone was avoiding the shop like plague.
*Clang!* *Clang!* *Clang!*
The rhythmical, steady sound of metal being pounded was the only thing that indicated to him that he was in the right place.
Taking a step forward, Evan knocked on the door.
*Knock!* *Knock!*
Vanoss: 'ello? Anybody there?
No response.
*Knock!*
Vanoss once again knocked. This time, he raised his voice a little bit more, just to make sure that they heard him.
Vanoss: Is there anyone in the shop?
*Clang!* *Clang!*
Vanoss: Hmmm, strange.
Yet again no one responded. However, the sound of metal being pounded was unmistakably there.
Was he perhaps too into it? Maybe that was why he didn't hear him.
Vanoss: Ah, whatever.
*Bam!*
Shrugging his shoulders, Vanoss kicked the door open hard enough to create a loud noise and he then entered the shop.
Vanoss: Ugh!
As soon as Vanoss entered the shop, a wave of hot hair brushed past him as the heavy scent of iron invaded his nostrils prompting his nose to momentarily close up.
It took him a couple of seconds to get adjusted to the smell, and once he looked around, he found himself inside of a nicely decorated shop filled with all sorts of different artifacts.
From all kinds of weapons ranging from swords, axes, spears, muskets, and much much more, to bracelets, and other different accessories were put on display around the shop.
From a distance, he could tell that they were of a different quality.
???: C'moan, pat mair strength intae it!
???: I'm trying!
*Clang!* *Clang!*
As Vanoss was observing the artifacts, in the back of the shop he could faintly hear two voices.
Turning his head and walking in the direction of where the voices were coming from, he curiously peeked from the side.
And there he saw it.
???: Steady yer arm!
???: Ok!
Two dwarves fully focused on hammering a small piece of metal.
Sweat trickled down the side of their faces, and their focus never left the piece of metal before their eyes.
In fact, they were so focused that they did not notice Vanoss' presence, even though they didn't hear the loud bam from the door Evan kicked.
Of the two dwarves, one was evidently older whilst the other was much younger. Furthermore, observing from the side, Evan could tell that the older one was trying to coach the younger one.
*Clang!* *Clang!*
Older Dwarf: No, nae, nae! Harder! HARDER! Tha'ss'a too soft!
The older looking dwarf shook his head in disappointment before pointing at a specific section of the metal.
Older Dwarf: Idiot, ye did nae hammer this part enough. Look, tha shape be aff!
Younger Dwarf: I'm trying ye old bastard.
*Smack!*
Raising his hand, the older looking dwarf suddenly smacked the younger-looking dwarf in the head.
Older Dwart: ho ye calling bastard ye bastard.
Younger Dwarf: Oy that hurts!
Letting go of the hammer, the younger dwarf screamed in pain and held the back of his head in pain.
This enraged the older looking dwarf who raised his voice.
Older Dwarf: Ye idiot, why did ye let go o' tha hammer?
Younger Dwarf: Because ye hit me!
The younger dwarf cried out in grievance.
Unfortunately for him, the older dwarf had no sympathy for him as he once again smacked him in the head.
*Smack!*
Older Dwarf: A good blacksmith can work under any conditions. Now look, ye failed. What a waste o' good materials."
Covering his face with his hand, the older dwarf muttered out loud.
Older Dwarf: What did I do ta get such an incompetent disciple…
Younger Dwarf: Maybe if ye were nicer ta me, i wou''ve made it."
Raising his hand, the older dwarf threatened.
Older Dwarf:Oy shut up 'afore I smack ye again.
Younger Dwarf: …
The threat seemed effective as the younger-looking dwarf instantly shut up and covered his head with his hands.
Older Dwarf: mm? Who be ye?"
Finally taking notice of my presence, the older looking dwarf turned his head and looked Evan straight in the eyes.
Vanoss: Hey 👋😐
Evan awkwardly waved his hand.
Vanoss: Are you perhaps Sir Ironwood?
Ironwood: It's me, but who be ye? Little Birdie.
Ironwood then picked up the hammer that has magic letters in it on the ground and tried to place it on the table but with difficulty.
Seeing him struggle to put the hammer on the table, Vanoss moved forward and offered him a hand.
Vanoss: I'll help out.
Ironwood: Ah, thank ye.
Then, the two of them lift the hammer still with difficulty.
Vanoss: Jesus Christ! What in the world is this hammer made out of?
In hindsight, Vanoss probably should've thought this more thoroughly since the hammer weighed thousands of tons!
Even though he is currently an <A> rank, he could barely lift it.
Vanoss: Ahhhhh! What is this, Mjölnir? What the actual fuck is this hammer made out of?
Ironwood: A lot o' bloody metal and a shit tons of Runes on this thing!
Vanoss: Aren't you a blacksmith? How can you work with a hammer that you can't lift?
Ironwood: …Well, it's nae mine, it's me students.
Vanoss: Is the runes in this some sort of Binding type?
Ironwood: Ye.
Vanoss: Geez, no wonder.
The Rune that was on the Hammer was a Binding type one, designed to only be used by a specific user. If anyone else tried to use it, the artifact would not respond to any mana fluctuation and will have a very difficult time to lift it even for peak A-ranks that have a hard time being able to do it, Demigods however, while still able to lift it, they can still feel the weight of it.
As such, unless held by the true owner, they could easily lift the artifact as some sort of feather. A feather that is extremely heavy one at that.
Ironwood: I'll hold it by its head an' ye hold it by tha handle.
Vanoss: Okay…uuuuuukk.
Ironwood: Put more strength in your hips, youngster! Harder! HARDER!
Vanoss: Ughhhhh! I'm trying! It's too big!
After struggling for what felt like an eternity but was actually more like a little less than a minute, the two finally managed to place the hammer on the table.
Vanoss: My god!
Tired, Evan collapsed on the ground, completely drained of energy.
He might easily run 100km in the largest marathon without a sweat but it is nothing compared to doing this.
As for that hammer, even if the artifact was a bounded one, to think that it would weigh so much even an A-rank has a difficult time while in its regular state. Just how difficult was crafting it?
Ironwood: …So whit did ye come 'ere fur
Ironwood said as he wiped his forehead that was filled with sweat.
Vanoss: Let me introduce myself. My name is Vanoss, and I'm he—
Standing up, Vanoss tried to introduce himself. However, before he could do that, he was quickly cut off by him.
Ironwood:.You're here to get an artifact, right?
Vanoss: …yeah.
It looks like he already knew his answer. He probably just asked out of formality.
Ironwood: What type of artifact do you want?
Vanoss: A sword.
As Evan asked, his heart rate sped up a little. Most likely, he was going to get rejected. But he at least wanted to know the requirements for getting accepted.
Ironwood pointed towards the front of the shop and said.
Ironwood: We have plenty in our shop; you can check them.
Vanoss: I already have.
Ironwood: …and?
Vanoss: I'm here to have a sword crafted rather than buying one.
Ironwood: Crafted?
Vanoss: Yes. Not just that, It also needs to be enhanced with the best runes you have.
Hearing Vanoss' words, an odd look flashed Ironwood's eyes.
Patting the hammer on the table, he sat down on a wooden chair and rested his elbow on the table.
Ironwood: Alright, that might be really expensive but if you want me to forge it now, show me your move. If ye can intrigue me, I may be interested in forging ye a sword.
Vanoss: That's it?
Just show him a move, and if he was impressed, would he craft it? Didn't that sound a little bit too easy?
Ironwood: What do ye mean tha'ss'a it? boy, let me tell ye this. I've seen all kinds o' swordsmanships. If what ye show me be nae something worth me time, I will simply nae make ye a sword.
Vanoss: That makes more sense.
For someone to be hailed as one of the greatest blacksmith's of the world, they had to at least have this much pride.
*Ko! Tok!*
Tapping on the table to get my attention, he warned.
Ironwood: Little birdie, remember, just because ye helped me, dinna assume that it will affect me judgment. I'm very strict when judging.
Vanoss: …Never thought you would.
Ironwood: Glad ye know.
Taking out a random sword from his inventory, an Iron sword, Vanoss rested it by the side of his waist.
Typically he would never walk with a sword in his waist as it hinders his movements when walking. Vanoss only took it out whenever he was in a fight or was in a dangerous environment.
Once he was set, lifting his head slightly, Vanoss asked.
Vanoss: Just show you a regular move?
Ironwood: Doesn't really matter. Preferably, a regular move. Big moves can damage tha place. Whatever damage ye cause, it's on ye.
Vanoss: Sure…
Glancing at the room and realizing that it was filled with precious materials and artifacts, Evan decided to hold back on the major moves.
Though he wasn't sure about what he wanted exactly, he was still planning on going all out.
Ironwood: Oh yeah, before you do it, do it on the training doll over there, I want to see your little performance.
Vanoss: Alright.
Taking a deep breath, Vanoss placed his hand on the sheath of the sword and calmed his mind. Closing his eyes, he placed his thumb right beneath the guard of the sword.
Ironwood: Ye ready?
Vanoss: I am
Slowly extending his right foot back, Vanoss awaited Ironwood saying go ahead.
The wait didn't last long as not even a couple of seconds after he spoke, Ironwood gave him the go-ahead.
Ironwood: Alright, show me what ye can do.
*Click!*
The moment he got the okay from Ironwood, almost out of instinct, his thumb pushed forward, and a silver streak of light shot out.
What followed the silver streak was a subtle clicking sound.
In a split second, Vanoss had unsheathed his sword, dashed at the training doll, and cut it in half with a Vertical Slash at lightning fast speeds.
Once he performed one single movement and put his Iron sword back to his inventory, turning his head, he looked at Ironwood, who wordlessly stared at him with his arms crossed.
Ironwood: …
Vanoss: How was it?
Evan asked, genuinely curious and nervous about his evaluation.
He had put everything in that one strike. He felt incredibly good about that one strike.
Was what he did good enough to meet his standards? He just wanted to know.
The silence lasted for a brief couple more seconds before Ironwood opened his mouth. His voice, sounding extremely disappointed.
Ironwood: That's it?
Vanoss: Huh?
His words made Evan lose composure slightly as his heart sank.
The unamused and almost borderline bored expression on his face was what did it for him.
It was making Vanoss doubt himself. Was it really that bad? Was his swordsmanship that boring and interesting?
Quickly recovering his composure, Evan looked back at Ironwood and asked.
Vanoss: What do you mean that's it?
Ironwood: What I meant was, was that truly tha best ye were capable o'?
Vanoss: …Yes.
Although he didn't use any of his other things like introducing his Ultimate AK-47 and its insane capabilities, it still would've made no difference to someone like Ironwood.
The fundamentals were there.
Ironwood: I see
Standing up, Ironwood let out a sigh before going back to the entrance of the shop. Vanoss followed from behind.
Vanoss: Excuse me?
Ironwood: …What?
Vanoss: So, did I fail?
Ironwood: You dinna think.
A trace of disappointment flashed across Evan's eyes.
Although he never had too much hope from the beginning, getting told outright that he didn't make the cut still disappointed him.
Vanoss: Can you at least tell me why?What was the problem with my swordsmanship?
Though disappointed, he wasn't disheartened.
Vanoss faced many failures throughout his life.
One single failure or rejection wasn't going to make him lose himself. Rather, it was best for him to understand why he had failed so that he could work on it.
Just because Ironwood rejected him now, didn't mean he was going to reject him again in the future. Vanoss knew that he just had to prove his worth.
Slightly glancing at him from the side, Ironwood picked up an artifact and cleaned it.
Before long, letting out a sigh, he opened his mouth.
Ironwood: I'll do this because ye be young.
Vanoss: Please.
Evan smiled happily.
Rolling his eyes, Ironwood went straight to the point.
Ironwood: Simply put, your swordsmanship is shit.
Vanoss: Shit?
Ironwood: Ye, shit. Probably you only have just learned how ta wield a sword nae too long ago, right?
Putting the artifact down, Ironwood picked another one and repeated the same process as before.
As he cleaned, he eyed Evan's birdy eyes from the side of his eye.
Ironwood: Is me analysis wrong?
Vanoss: No, you're correct.
Evan bitterly shook his head.
As expected of one of the best blacksmiths in the world. With just one glance, he was able to tell that he had only touched a sword for just around half a year.
Ironwood: Yer nae bad for someone who just touched a sword for that little bit o' time. I can tell from your rank that yer talented, an' that tha swordsmanship ye practice be quite sophisticated, but…
Putting the artifact down, he once again picked another one and repeated the same process.
Glancing at the artifact he put down and looking back at Ironwood, Vanoss urged him to continue.
Vanoss: …But?
Though the way Evan acted may come across as rude, his words were really enlightening Vanoss.
It felt as though a new door was opening up to him. His impatience was understandable.
Fortunately Ironwood didn't take his action to heart as he lightly shrugged.
Ironwood: That's all there be ta it. Ye just have a high rank, average degree o' mana control, an' a good sword skill. In terms o' actual swordsmanship, yer shit at it.
Vanoss: Huge shit?
Ironwood: Mhm, huge shit. I can bet that aside from that weird swords skill ye use, ye've never actually trained with tha sword properly.
Vanoss: …Never trained with a sword properly? What do you mean?
Evan's brows knit tightly.
A part of him wanted to reject what he was saying, but another part of him, deep down, knew that he was probably right.
With his attention on the artifact in his hand, Ironwood lightly said.
Ironwood: There is some stuff you are lacking. One, your sword skills were at the intermediate level. Second, you used that skill of yours much more than your sword skill. And lastly, you deny your weapons its purpose.
Vanoss: What?
Oh, what Ironwood says holds true. He only truly trained his {Everlasting Strike} for the past few months, never actually trained more about swordsmanship because he thought it doesn't matter as that magical knowledge in his head, technically that was just the basics he learns, not in the grandmaster realm.
And as for mentioning about denying his weapons its purpose, he guessed that Jacksteam guy is right all along.
Ironwood shook his head in disappointment at Evan's confirmation.
Ironwood: That's wrong.
Tossing the artifact back down, Ironwood picked a new one.
Ironwood: Although, I can also see that ye've know the basic of swordsmanship and put a lot o' effort in mastering your mana control, but tha'ss'a nae enough. Ye be simply wasting your talent.
Vanoss: …
Closing his eyes, Vanoss didn't say anything and just processed what Ironwood was trying to say.
His mind was a bit of a mess right now, but what Ironwood said was nothing but the truth.
Putting another artifact down, Ironwood leaned on the counter.
Ironwood: When someone asks me ta craft them an artifact, I always tell them tha same thing. Unless ye show me something that can truly inspire me ta work, I will never craft an artifact for them.
Vanoss: …I understand.
Opening his eyes, Evan took his elbows off the counter.
Giving a light glance at the artifacts present in the room, and noticing their astronomical prices attached to them, Evan quickly gave up on buying them.
Vanoss: Thank you for your advice. I will come back once I'm ready.
Ironwood: Well, ye better be quick. I'm getting on with me age soon. Dinna make me wait too long."
Vanoss: Sur—huh?
*WHIIIIIIIII!* *WHIIIIIIIII!*
At that moment, just as Vanoss was about to leave the shop, an alarm rang out. Resounding across the whole city.
Putting an artifact down, Ironwood's face darkened.
Ironwood: Haizz, tha city be under attack again.
Vanoss: Under attack? Again? Can you tell me what's going on?
What was going on? Were those demons he heard perhaps already invading? And what did he mean by Again?
Vanoss had many questions to ask, but Ironwood promptly ignored them as he screamed towards his disciple upstairs.
Ironwood: Oy, ye ungrateful bastard, tell tha commander that I will be coming soon."
Younger Dwarf: Yes master!
Finally turning his attention back to Evan, Ironwood opened the door of the shop.
Ironwood: Little birdie, ye shou' probably go back now. Although we shou' be fine, ye never know what might happen.
Vanoss: Can you at least tell me what's going on?
Ironwood: We're under attack tha'ss'a what's going on. Now go, tha shop be closed.
Vanoss: Okay.
Seriously nodding his head, Evan took a step out of the shop.
*Clank!*
The moment he set foot outside of the shop, the door of the shop behind him closed.
Not minding it, Vanoss quickly ran towards where the lodgings were.
If the city was truly under attack, then he needed to quickly reunite with the others… They may be in danger.
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As he was returning from the tavern, Technoblade suddenly heard the sirens of the city ring out.
Without wasting any time, he hurriedly ran towards the outer walls of the city where a beautiful woman with Dragon part features around her body stood.
Deeply gazing into the distance on the top of the enormous wall outside of the mountain where the city of Meikneoir resided; a terrifying wind blew from below the walls.
Oddly enough, despite the strong winds blowing, the woman's clothes remained completely still and didn't flutter the slightest.
Sensing something, the woman turned her head and greeted Technoblade with a calm smile.
Wave: Your Majesty Technoblade, you're back.
Technoblade: Don't call me, your majesty anymore, Ms. Wave. I'm no king no more.
Wave: Okay. Where have you been?
Technoblade: I just came back from a drink, what exactly is going on, Ms. Wave?
Wave: Haaa.
Closing her eyes slightly, the woman, Wave, looked towards the distance.
Simply waving her hand, the strong winds around them completely disappeared and silence descended.
She then pointed towards the distance, where a mass of black dots in both ground and sky appeared in the distance.
Wave: As you can probably tell, the Ancient Demons are once again attacking. This time, they are attacking with a large number of troops.
Putting her hands on the battlements of the castle; The upright projections on the castle walls shaped to look like teeth, Technoblade glared.
Technoblade: Those lousy nerd wannabes. Have they sent the big shots?
Wave: Not yet. It looks like they are still trying to gauge the defensive mechanism of the city.
Technoblade: So they've basically sent the cannon fodders?
Wave: Mhm, you can say that… for now.
Wave said as she calmly nodded her head.
Wave: We should still be careful. We might never know what might happen.
Nodding in agreement, Technoblade suddenly thought of something.
Technoblade: Right, what did the dwarves say?
Wave: The dwarves?
Technoblade: Yeah, are they allowing us to help them?
Acting without permission could enrage the dwarves.
This was because their interference might have adverse effects on the dwarves who were perhaps planning on activating a specific defensive measure that required no interference.
If they wanted to act, they could only do so at the behest of the dwarves.
After all, they were here to please the dwarves, not antagonize them.
Understanding full well what Technoblade was implying, Wave shook her head before once again turning her attention towards the distance.
Wave: Nothing yet, but I've already told them that we will assist them if anything happens.
Technoblade: That's good enough for now.
Also turning his attention towards the distance, Technoblade's eyes squinted and tangible bloodlust started exuding from his body.
Technoblade: If they permit us to move, I'll Rip and Tear each and every Demon that comes my way.
Techno said as he placed his pig mask to his face and takes out his two Swords, ready for the upcoming battle.