Kapitel 157: Troop Formation?

The Merchant Alliance was gathering all its resources to block the advances of the Ancient Gods army.

In the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon.

"Zi, zi, zi…"

A Blackiron Dwarf was smoking a red hot metal stick on a comfortable rocking chair.

He was Eternal Kingdom's Blacksmith and Trainer—Simba.

Beside him was Mufasa, who was stirring the mixed clay in the cauldron.

"Cousin, where did you say the green-skinned monsters went? They all disappeared. Nobody's forging."

"I… I don't know. I heard they were fighting the Ancient Gods," Mufasa replied.

"Fighting the Ancient Gods? Are they using that to entertain themselves? Forget it, there's no fun without my apprentices, but an occasional moment of peace is most welcome," Simba leaned on the rocking chair and said comfortably.

The nearby Brainiac stood at the Teleport Portal in a daze.