Chapter80-Five Hundred Elites

Though the elegant elves often shied away from the smoky craft of blacksmithing, every creation of their Blacksmith was a gem that made every race in the world green with envy. 

A weapon like this hammer could undoubtedly become a treasured artifact of the grey dwarf clan.

Fine wine and a divine weapon as tokens of goodwill, coupled with the grave threat the orcs posed to their tribe, left Ironbeard with no reason to decline.

"Well! If the elves are so generous, the grey dwarves cannot afford to be outdone!"

"Casso! Select five hundred of our bravest warriors from our tribe and accompany them to the elven realm to deal with the orcs!"

Casso saluted with his hand over his heart, accepting the command in his characteristic hearty voice before rushing out to assemble the troops.