In charge of tidying up the meeting room, the elves started very early, a place that could be called a small coliseum, due to its circular shape and opening in the ceiling that gives people a more refreshing feeling. The place was organized according to each of the races making clear the importance of elves and spirits as they are the local owners.
Around noon people start to appear, although apparently rested from the trip, more with a heavy mood because the reason that brought them here is too serious, Arathor arrives accompanied by mother Arwen and Neya, they go to their designated area and right behind comes the elders and their children who sit further behind.
In the same way, Hagen, Lenore together with Tandroa and the others go to the area of donating spirits, Dominic accompanied by his children and the elders also try to organize themselves in their places, the chiefs of guard and other knights and magicians are on the sides of the hall prepared to possible setbacks.
As soon as everyone finishes settling down, Dominic realizes that the prepared area is still empty, without understanding he decides to ask.
"Majesties the empty area, are you expecting any more guests" he asks.
"Dominic also sent an invitation to our friend Garag king of the dwarfs, during this invasion we will need the support of their weapons, and also their support in the battles to come, we have a good friendship with them since the time our father, the ancestor of He and Garag were great friends "Arathor says.
"Um okay, really a great idea, but they shouldn't have arrived yet" Dominic asked.
"Yes, older brother, Garag is not to be delayed even for small matters, imagine something of that level" Hagen says.
They continue to talk when they hear the sound of a trumpet in the distance, which makes their faces relax because that is the sound of the dwarf army, shortly afterwards several small figures fully equipped with armor and weapons in hand enter the hall, and what you can see are blood marks on them, which indicates that they went through a great battle, in front of a middle-aged dwarf with a crown on his helmet and a big hammer reaching in front of the others.
"Hahaha great friends you weren't kidding, this trip was anything but smooth, damn orcs and demonic beasts i thought things wouldn't be so bad" Garag complains more with a smile on his face.
Everyone gets up because they never imagined that just going to the meeting the dwarves would already be attacked, Arathor and Hagen approach the little surly, with outstretched hands they greet him.
"You complain more about your face, I see you had a lot of fun on the journey," Arathor says as he shakes his hand.
"Heheh you know well, you haven't been having a lot of fun in the last few years my friend, i am almost rotting inside that mountain" Garad says smiling.
"I remember the last time we met, you didn't want to fight anymore," Hagen says with a smirk.
"You rascal, you cheated, how can I win against your magic, I want a rematch next time and no magic powers" Garag says gritting his teeth as he shook Hagen's hand.
Hahahaha, the three smiled as if they were in their own homes, most of those present did not know the friendship of the three kings and with that everyone around them were wide-eyed watching them act in such a relaxed way, noting that they exaggerated they recover and go to what matters.
"Garag let me introduce you to the king of Crawford and the human race Dominic, he is also here to join us," Arathor says.
"Oh the humans came too, it's my pleasure to meet you and you must have heard, my name is Garag" he says.
"Pleasure is my Great King of the Dwarves" Dominic.
"You will ignore me until when, I'm fucking starving and where you have a drink, I don't believe the elves didn't bring you a drink," Radagast complained.
Everyone was surprised, who would be this dwarf to speak to the kings as if they were nobody important, Dominic frowned and before he says anything Hagen takes the lead and explains who this angry dwarf is.
"Old radagast, you remain unchanged like your weapons, Dominic, this dwarf is Garag's brother and the greatest blacksmith in all of Aindcard, forgive your manners," he says apologetically.
"Oh I've heard of you, in our kingdom we have a few weapons of yours, it's my honor to meet you," Dominic says.
"Yes yes yes, I want to know about drinking, I am going to die of thirst, we ran for almost a whole day" Radagast says.
"Friend Garag, how was this attack, why do you have to go here through the center of my kingdom, I do not believe that these demons are in such a hurry" Arathor asks.
"Well, let me sit down and take a sip, this race almost kills me, I think that age wants to screw me, you damn elves with your baby ass skin over a thousand years old," Garag grumbles.
He and the other dwarves go to his designated area, he didn't even bother with the laughter of others about the joke with the elves, when settling down and having a few drinks he continued.
"Arathor, the attack was at the intersection between our kingdoms and Alderlake, that damn place near the forest of darkness where many died from the first war, when we passed near there we were attacked by orcs and some wolf-like beasts, but they were just like us in two legs I had never seen that, then to get worse near the forest we were attacked by some plant monsters with hammers "Garag says in a single breath.
Orophin who listened to the story hearing the names of these two races immediately narrowed his eyes, exchanging eye contact with the other elders they knew well which races were the ones that appeared and also to whom they are subordinate so he speaks.
"Listen to everyone" Orophin.
Everyone immediately fell silent, because the speaker is one of those who passed through the war and still lives, his words have even more weight than King Arathor.
"The races that attacked you are the Worgen, humanoid wolves that have great fighting skills and strengthening magic, and the others are the Wilden plant demons that release paralyzing toxins, they are subordinates to General Abigor, he was known as the battle demon and caused disasters in the first invasion "Orophin.
After a moment of silence, on the side that belongs to the spirits one of his elders speaks in a cold voice and charged with the purest hatred, he was the former king of the spirits and uncle of Hagen.
"I fought Abigor during that year, it was a fierce battle and we lost many good warriors and wizards just to achieve a small victory where the gain would never be worth the loss of that time" Konrat says with a great intention of killing by leaking from his body.
The people nearby felt a thrill of that energy that was leaking from Konrat, so he was feeling more restless his sister intervenes.
"Brother be calm, I know that even after all these years you have not overcome the loss of your sister-in-law, but the opportunity for revenge is here and you need to remain calm if not everything will be lost" Marline says to calm the brother.
"I sigh all right, don't worry, I won't ruin this opportunity," Konrat says.
Seeing that everyone was restless Orophin decides to speak.
"Attention everyone, I think it's time to start our meeting, everyone who should come is already here so now we are going to define the direction of our actions" He says.
Everyone has serious expressions because the long-awaited time has come.