Bergmann knew he had him now. “They were defeated by a wizard with the power to challenge the gods. That wizard was taken away by the Father. His power is too great to bother interfering in the affairs of mortals. The Father had to step in and stop him during the last battle to keep him from continuing his reign of destruction. He will not interfere. If we take one kingdom at a time the other dwarves will have no choice but to convert or die!”
Dirigente looked around at the heavily tattooed dwarves. They had abandoned their old laws. They had a huge army, and they were committed to Delvidge. How would he be able to justify not assisting in creating chaos? This was specifically what the Black Dragons were created for. He looked up at the dwarf king and nodded.
Bergmann looked at the other dwarves. “We prepare for war!”
The king of Portwein screamed in fear when the dwarves pulled out their knives and dragged them across their chests, drawing lines of blood that began to run down their stomachs. Bergmann walked over to them. He stopped at the one whose cut had drawn the least blood. The cut was deep, but he was the only one that did not have blood pooling on his pants yet. The dwarf handed his king his knife.
“Your sacrifice to chaos will guarantee our victory,” Bergmann said, and then he buried the blade in the chest of the dwarf.
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