Chapter 179 Hairless Icicles

Chapter 179 Hairless Icicles

Boris hesitated, torn between respecting rules or guiding Henry to the village. For centuries, a strict rule had been passed down among the dwarves: no strangers were to be brought into the village. This law stemmed from a time when humans had exploited their goodwill, leading to them being robbed and kidnapped. Yet, the man before him now was different. He was the descendant of Garret, the Son of Fire and Anvil, the hero who had once saved them and helped build their village. The Stone Village had debts.

As he pondered Garret's achievements, a question arose in his mind, which he voiced to the dwarf - "If the ancestor was so powerful, why didn't he kill all these Ice Giants? With strength capable of carving a whole village into the mountain with a single attack, it shouldn't have been a problem, right?" Boris looked at him, a bit angry, wanting to lash out but remembering that he was the descendant of the man himself, he restrained himself - "Well, those son of a beasts weren't here when the Son of Fire and Anvil was alive. They suddenly appeared one day like they'd been hidin' inside the mountains, and by that time, the hero was already dead." "Why didn't you reach out for help?" Henry asked as the mountain's shadow that hugged the valley grew larger, making the trees look like small toothpicks. "The elders of that time didn't want any contact with humans, not after yer kin came here to steal our work and kidnapped a few of us to make 'em work on their walls or somethin' like that," Boris said, casting his eyes downward. "And we didn't know that the Son of Fire and Anvil had children. If we had, the elders might have agreed to seek help. It's a shame." At those words, Henry remained silent, digesting all the information he had just received. There were many mysteries surrounding the appearance of these creatures. They came right after the founder of Stahl died, as if some kind of restraint had been lifted, giving them freedom. It was strange. Henry couldn't help but feel that something dangerous was approaching, and he had to be ready to face it. He had to build his kingdom and prepare himself. They continued their journey in silence, climbing a steep path carved alongside the mountain, with an abyss on one side where they could fall at any moment. For Boris, it seemed comfortable, but for Henry and the others, they could barely put one foot in front of the other without risking a fall.

Henry turned his head and could already see the whole Screaming Valley. The clouds above them obscured the sky, and the forest hugged by the mountain looked like a dead forest.

"We're about to reach the village!" - Boris announced, breaking the silence.