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Chapter 139: Goblin Machinery
Author: Remom
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“The Eighteen Dwarven Principalities share a common enemy with you.”

Dwarf King Ovgar’s voice echoed throughout the Holy Imperial Palace, deep and steady, like stone grinding against stone. Every word he spoke carried confidence, the kind that came from centuries of pride and a belief that his people still stood at the center of the world.

“As long as you are willing to supply one third of your mithril production to the dwarves, the Holy Mountain of Light, the Alps, will be burned to ash. Five
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