Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 49 Black Rock Dwarf, Earthfury Golem

When you feel danger.

The first thing Gallos wanted to do was to eliminate the source of danger.

What he wanted most was to attack under the cover of night tonight, rushing in the darkness, just like he did against the goblin tribe before, to eliminate the "potential danger" of the Black Rock Principality's oil field army overnight, without a break for the entire night.

pity.

Garros was very confident that he was no match for the Black Rock Force and that attacking them would be a waste of time, so he could only find ways to reduce the risk in other ways.

For example, changing positions.

For example, burning the mountain to eliminate traces.

Garros felt that he seemed to have a bit of paranoia and valued his own life too much, but he thought it would not hurt to be more careful. In this wilderness full of dangers, caution was necessary.

Walking on thin ice is just to get to the other side.

"One day, when I become strong enough, I won't have to live so cautiously anymore."

"Even if the whole world turns against me, I will not retreat. I will burn it to ashes and turn it into dust."

Looking back at the hills that were burning in the night like huge torches, Garros thought silently in his heart, and then without any reluctance, he waved his dragon wings and chased after Samantha and Mobel.

Seeing the Earth-Splitting Centipede carried by Mobel, Garros thought for a moment and asked it to put it down and then completely destroy it.

Although it was a pity, he was not sure whether this thing had a positioning system and could not be taken away, so he simply destroyed it.

Time passes slowly.

Three days later, the morning light fell, illuminating the scorched earth of Hemlock Hills.

Along with the morning light came a group of uninvited guests.

The iron hooves of the rock-armored war sheep rolled over the charred earth, and the hammer emblem of the [Third Heavy Cavalry Regiment of the Black Rock Principality] on its armor shone with a cold metallic light.

Led by an alchemical golem, many Black Rock Cavalrymen stopped.

The alchemical golem at the forefront of the cavalry was eight meters tall and nearly eight meters wide. It was humanoid in shape, about the same height as the giant-armed miner, but its armor was thick and hard, engraved with complex and intricate runes that looked like blood vessels. As the alchemical engine in its body roared and turned, the dark blue energy flowed like blood, flowing between the runes and throughout its body.

On the shoulder of the alchemy golem, its model name is engraved in ancient Dwarven.

Earth's Fury

At first glance, it looks like a giant dwarf.

Solid, heavy, and hard.

Compared to it, the giant-armed miner was as thin as a stick.

However, the real difference in their strength is dozens of times greater than the difference in size, and Earth Fury is enough to compete with the young dragon.

There's only one here.

There are many Earthfury Golems stationed in the oil fields, as well as some other models.

The ground bulged and broke with a crackling sound, and several centipedes crawled out from it. Although one of them had been repaired, some traces of the previous battle could still be seen.

It was the Earth-Splitting Centipede that had fought with Garros in Hemlock Hills and had managed to escape by burrowing into the ground.

The Earth-Splitting Centipede raised its triangular head and shook a few times in the direction of the Hemlock Hills.

"This is it. The theft of the oily soil caused some of our black oil to be lost, destroying the young dragons of the two Earth-Splitting Centipedes."

Patting the Earth-Splitting Centipede's head, a dwarf warlock said.

He was about 1.4 meters tall, with a bronze beard that continued to grow to his chest and was bound with an iron ring. His arms exposed to the air were extremely thick, and his powerful muscles bulged like rocks.

【Fire Tongs】Groni, dwarf alchemist.

The leading cavalryman took off his helmet, revealing half of his face burned by flames.

That was a medal left over from a fight with a powerful beast five years ago.

【Warhammer】Olaf, the Dwarf Knight.

Olaf spat, creating a small crater in the ground. His eyes, like bells, scanned the scorched earth. "It wasn't the wildfire."

"This little dragon cub burns cleaner than the flaming ale at the Deephearth Bar!"

Olaf was about 1.6 meters tall and was even stronger than the dwarf warlock. He could still breathe steadily while wearing a heavy suit of rune-emblazoned armor made of steel and iron. The muscles beneath the armor seemed to be filled with asphalt and oil, and the veins and blood vessels were intertwined like the roots of an old tree, and his life force was as vigorous as a furnace.

dwarf.

This race is strong and sturdy, with higher muscle and bone density than humans.

Although they are of average height, if a dwarf warrior and a human warrior of the same level fight, the dwarf warrior always has a better chance of winning.

As Olaf spoke, he picked up the wine jug from his waist and poured it into his mouth.

However, the surface of the pot's mouth was blocked by an invisible force, and not a single drop could fall out.

The dwarf sorcerer Groni glanced at the drunkard and said:

"Olaf, you drank three barrels of rye last night at camp and lost all your pay for this month. We're here to get down to business today, so we can help you get through the drinking."

Stroking his beard, Groni pondered, "According to the information sent back by the Earth-Splitting Centipede, there are two young dragons here, one red dragon, and the other looks like a red-iron dragon hybrid."

"Most naturally evil dragonlets are arrogant and conceited, but I didn't expect this one to be so cautious."

Olaf chuckled and scratched the scar on his face.

"A red dragon's testicles can be used to brew a potent liquor that can enhance male sexual development. A hybrid red dragon should be able to make it too. I haven't tried it yet. If I can catch a baby dragon this time, I'm going to give it a taste!"

The dwarf warlock shook his head.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

As he spoke, he shook his beard, and a group of small bee-like creatures emerged from his thick beard, then buzzed and scattered in all directions, circling and searching in the hemlock hills covered with scorched earth and ashes.

The cavalry and golems also took action, stepping onto the scorched earth to search for traces of dragons.

They were stationed in the oil fields and received a fixed salary from the principality.

But if you can catch a baby dragon, it will be an unexpected surprise and can be exchanged for an unknown amount of liquor.

Time passed bit by bit, but until evening, when the moonlight poured down like water, the dwarves had not found anything of value.

"Let's go back and have a drink. This trip is in vain."

Olaf said.

"Wait, you're too impatient."

The dwarf warlock held out his palm.

A few bees hovered and placed a tiny piece of black-gray scales in the palm of the dwarf warlock.

"It's very cautious, but even a raging fire can't burn away all traces. At the very least, this broken scale might be able to guide me in its general direction."

Olaf laughed heartily, took out a rough copper cup, filled it with rye, and splashed it on the scorched earth.

"Here's to you, cunning little dragon! This drink celebrates in advance that your bones will become my new pipes! And that your steel balls will become my aphrodisiac liquor!"

Toasting the enemy before going to war is an ancient tradition of the Black Rock Principality.

Turning to look at the dwarf warlock, Olaf said excitedly, "Hurry up and locate it! I can't wait."

The dwarf warlock shook his head and said disdainfully, "The dragon cub burned the mountains and hills, leaving only this small piece of scales. Do you think it can be used as a medium? I just said maybe, maybe, you understand! It's not certain. I need time to prepare, and there is no guarantee of success."

Olaf spat again and rolled his eyes at the warlock.

"Then you're wasting my rye!"

"Let's go, boys, back home!"

After a busy whole day, the dwarves, having gained nothing, returned to the oil field under the moonlight to guard it.

The scolded dwarf warlock did not refute. He looked at Broken Scale for a few seconds and then took it into his arms.

(End of this chapter)