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Thor stretched out his claws, pried open the cage, grabbed the black-feathered eagle's wing, and lifted it out of the cage like a chicken.

When the claws brushed against the feathers, a layer of keratinous scales could be seen on the skin underneath, and there were sharp claws at the ends of the wings.

"Judging from this change, is it turning into a bird dragon? I hope it doesn't lose its ability to fly and become a hopping chicken. That would be a huge loss."

Now that my little pet is awake, it's time to let it get back to work.

Thor cast his magical aura on the Black Feather Eagle once more, and the vision instantly shifted. The jet-black falcon soared into the sky again, flying south.

With its increased size, the Black Feathered Eagle's strength and stamina improved, and its flight speed also increased significantly. This time, it only took about two hours to see the familiar hill leading to the entrance of the abandoned underground city.

Just as Thor was about to enter through the cave entrance, his sharp eyes caught sight of a large patch of messy footprints in the thick layer of dust on the ground.

Something has already been here, and it was an intelligent being.

Realizing this, he immediately stopped, folded his wings, and approached a protruding rock on one side to carefully observe the marks.

Judging from the patterns at the bottom of the footprints, they were likely made by some kind of tough iron boots. They are slightly smaller than normal human footprints. Could they be from a short person like a goblin? Or perhaps—a dwarf?

This place was originally an abandoned dungeon left by dwarves, so it's not surprising that dwarves would appear here.

It's just a mystery why these short people, who have been gone for thousands of years, have returned this time. Is it to inherit the wealth of their ancestors?

Thor, who had long regarded this abandoned underground city as his own territory, had no intention of returning it to its rightful owner.

He steered the Black Feather Eagle to the narrow crevice, plunged inside, quickly scanned the area, and, finding nothing amiss, swiftly emerged.

It seems that the dwarves who cannot fly haven't found a safe way to land yet, but who knows what will happen in the long run.

So Thor abandoned his search for treasure and began circling the hill in circles.

Even the main body, which had been lying in the nest, burst out of the cave entrance. With a flap of its massive wings, it sped towards this place like a shooting star.

If those dwarves were just after some treasure, Thor would certainly be furious, but he wouldn't be as nervous as he is now.

The key issue is that an unknown creature is sealed inside the dungeon. Who knows if these dwarves who like to dig around might accidentally release it? If that happens, it will be a huge problem.

At that time, I might have to move overnight, and all the hard work I put into building up my territory over the past few months would be for naught.

Without those thousands of evil creatures under his command, who would provide him with enough essence to exchange for the various crystals and ores needed for his daily meals?

Chapter 114 The Gray Dwarf (Part 1)

A black-feathered, red-beaked eagle circled in the air, its sharp eyes scrutinizing the rolling hills below.

Judging from the footprints extending from the cave, there must have been a considerable number of dwarves. Logically, they would have left behind a lot of traces, and as long as they hadn't gone far, they would definitely not have escaped the eyes of the eagles.

Sure enough, not long after, Thor spotted wisps of smoke rising from the foot of a mountain about 20 kilometers away. He immediately steered the Black Feather Eagle toward that spot.

On this relatively open and flat area, rows of animal skin tents had been erected at some point, and dozens or even hundreds of dwarves with stone-gray skin were busy weaving ropes from animal skins and vines.

Thor used the Blackfeathered Eagle's eyes to carefully examine the dwarves from the ground below.

He saw among them grey dwarf seekers and wanderers dressed in leather armor and cloaks, completely wrapped up;

They saw a gray dwarf monk who was bare-chested and barefoot, wearing only a pair of linen trousers;

They saw a grey dwarf priest clad in elaborate robes and wielding a mace in both hands;

And then there were the largest groups, the grey dwarf warriors clad in full plate armor and wielding two-handed great axes and massive warhammers.

However, what interested Thor the most were the two creatures that were perched next to the tent—giant beetles that were nearly two meters tall, almost four meters long, and completely black, resembling rhinoceros beetles.

The dragon heritage in his mind told him that this was a creature called the Black Foam Beetle, one of the two creatures most favored by the gray dwarf insect controllers.

These giant creatures are not only the mounts and means of transportation for the Grey Dwarves, but also powerful tools for attacking strongholds and are indispensable members of the Grey Dwarves' slave-hunting teams.

Could these gray dwarves also be a slave-hunting team that came to the surface?

After careful observation, Thor felt it was unlikely, because there was no need to bring a relatively noble priest to such an event, and he didn't see any other races around.

Looking at the vast majority of the gray dwarves, their clothes were stained with blood, and some even had obvious wounds. It was more like they had been driven out than that they had gone to the surface to capture slaves.

Is it because they couldn't stay underground any longer that they came to the surface, hoping to rely on their ancestors' wealth to make a comeback?

His thoughts raced through his mind, and Thor's vision returned to his body. At high speed, he was now close by.

A crimson meteor streaked across the sky, leaving a long trail of flame behind it. Soon, the tents at the foot of the mountain were right in front of him, but he showed no sign of stopping. In the horrified and astonished eyes of the gray dwarves, he crashed down like a meteorite.

boom--!!!

A deafening collision suddenly erupted, and rubble mixed with flames spread outwards like a storm.

Several tents that were close together were immediately uprooted from the ground, and some unlucky gray dwarves were even hit by sparks, their thick beards and hair on fire, and they frantically tried to pat themselves off.

"What happened? What's going on?"

Was it a meteorite that hit us?

"A dragon! It's a red dragon! I see it, it must be a red dragon!"

The entire camp of dwarves was alarmed; some were at a loss, while others gripped their weapons tightly with tense expressions.

The dwarf priest, clad in a magnificent robe, with a white beard and hair, and wielding two single-handed hammers, cast a cold, sharp glance around and whispered a command.

"Silence! Everyone prepare for battle!"

The large group of dwarven warriors immediately pressed forward with their shields, while the wanderers and seekers raised their crossbows.

However, amidst the dust rising from their poised and ready lineup, only a mocking voice could be heard:

"You vermin from the ground, who gave you the audacity to trespass on my territory!"

Heavy footsteps echoed, and orange flames rose. Under the watchful eyes of all the gray dwarves, Thor strode out from the dissipating dust, leaving behind charred footprints on the ground.

What kind of monster is this?! Its massive body, over 14 meters tall, was ablaze with flames, its scales glowing crimson, constantly radiating intense heat.

Even the grey dwarves, who were used to being around furnaces, found it hard to bear the scorching heat emanating from Thor and involuntarily retreated.

Looking at the creature, which resembled a red-hot iron, their rich forging experience instinctively led them to assess its temperature and metal properties, after which they felt a deep sense of despair.

This is a creature that no ordinary creature can deal with. The air three meters away from its body is probably already several hundred degrees Celsius, and the blue flames burning on its body are at least 3000 degrees Celsius.

Ordinary creatures would be burned just by getting close to it, let alone touching it. Even a steel weapon would be quickly turned into molten iron if it landed on it.

Despite the extremely high temperature, the metallic scales on the red dragon's body showed no signs of softening. With each step, its knife-like claws left clear claw marks on the rocks, demonstrating its incredible hardness.

He looks no bigger than a teenager, so why does he exude such terrifying power?

The dwarf priest gripped his mace tightly, sweat beading on his forehead, but dared not give the order to attack.

The dwarven warriors facing Thor were even more helpless. As the terrifying beast drew closer, their hands, which had remained steadfast even when pursued by the dark elves, began to tremble slightly.

Thor held his head high, his slightly outstretched wings casting large shadows as he looked down at the dwarves.

Speaking of which, these guys are all natural-born blacksmiths and architects. I happen to be building a giant arena, so maybe...

Looking at these free laborers, a sinister smile crept across his face as he growled in a low voice.

"Grey dwarves, you now have two choices: either submit to me! Or..."

"Yes! We are willing!"

"Great Red Dragon, we are willing to pledge our allegiance to you!"

Please grant us a place to stay!

Before Thor could finish speaking, a chorus of surrenders erupted. Looking at the earnest faces of the grey dwarves, he was somewhat bewildered.

Why didn't they even struggle? He had planned to kill half of them first, and then further coerce the rest! But before he even started, they knelt down.

Ultimately, however, Thor simply doesn't understand the habits and social structure of the Grey Dwarves.

As a race that was enslaved by drow elves and mind flayers for a very long time, enslavement and being enslaved are almost ingrained in the bones of the grey dwarves.

Many grey dwarves, while possessing slaves, are themselves slaves, submitting to a red dragon, and they see nothing shameful about it.

More importantly, when you, as an ordinary person, see a metallic construct made entirely of titanium alloy, capable of flying and diving, engulfed in raging flames, and possessing widespread destructive power charging towards you,

To rebel would probably require the courage of Don Quixote.

Chapter 115 The Gray Dwarf

Thor flicked his tail in slight surprise, the sharp edge of which grazed a protruding rock, scraping off a thick layer of stone dust.

He felt as if he had punched a piece of cotton, and the magic power he was about to unleash was stuck in his mouth, so he turned his head and spat it out into the open space to the side.

A ball of crimson fire shot out of his mouth. At first, it was no bigger than a fist, but it expanded rapidly when it encountered the wind. By the time it landed on the side of the mountain wall, it had become a huge object that required two hands to hug.

A deafening explosion rang out, sparks flew everywhere, and a dark mushroom cloud rose from it.

The shockwave whipped up a hurricane carrying a large amount of rubble, which slammed into the gray dwarf warriors' armor, making a series of crisp sounds that caused their pupils to shrink sharply.

That's terrifying! Absolutely terrifying! A casual breath possesses the power of a high-yield explosive. If it landed among them, they would be blown away.

As he exhaled the magic power that had been building up in his mouth, Thor felt much better and roared as he asked.

"Very well! It seems you are all sensible fellows. Now tell me, where do you come from, and why are you in my territory!"

A group of gray dwarves exchanged glances, communicated for a moment with their eyes, and then the highest-ranking priest stepped forward.

"Great Red Dragon! We come from the deep Underdark, and were forced to flee to the surface through a rift because we were being hunted by the Drow elves. Our appearance here was purely accidental."

"If you would grant us a piece of land, we will do everything in our power to create immense wealth for you."

Thor stared at the dwarf priest, who wore a black and red robe and whose hair and beard were neatly braided, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Are you sure? You're not lying to me.

These words made the gray dwarf priest's heart skip a beat. He didn't know if Thor had seen something, but there was no turning back now, and with the precious Heart of the Mountains in his possession, he still gritted his teeth and said it.

"Of course! I had no intention of deceiving you!"

Upon hearing this answer, Solton was somewhat disappointed. He had thought they were a group of sensible people, but he hadn't expected there to be a self-righteous fool among them.

"Too bad! Wrong answer, die!"

The deep dragon roar echoed in the air, making the gray dwarf priest's heart skip a beat. A huge fear swept over him, and he hurriedly roared loudly.

"Protect me!!"

Several gray dwarf warriors instinctively stepped forward, raising their tower shields—which were enormous to them—to protect the gray dwarf priest.

The wanderers and land seekers then fired their crossbow bolts.

He crossed the mace in his hands in front of him, and a gray light shield instantly appeared. Then the soil under his feet began to soften, causing him to sink as if he were stepping into silt.

As a follower of Radug, this grey dwarf priest possesses a variety of spells, including invisibility, giantification, holy shield, and fusion with stone.

But his first thought wasn't to resist, but to use the other gray dwarves to buy himself time so he could escape.

Thor let the feeble arrows strike him with a crisp clang before being melted by the flames. He gazed at the low wall of shields, a contemptuous grin spreading across his face.

A massive amount of magic gathered in his mouth, transforming into a scorching beam of orange-red and blue light that shot out instantly, piercing through the shield forged from refined steel. It blasted a hole the size of a football in the gray dwarf behind him, before slamming heavily into the light shield in front of the gray dwarf priest.

The sacred shield, which was strong enough to withstand a volley of arrows, shattered like fragile glass in less than a second.

But in that brief moment, the gray dwarf priest managed to successfully burrow most of his body underground.

Just as he thought he had escaped and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face, he saw the ferocious red dragon raise its front claw and slam it down hard.

An immense force, imbued with exaggerated earth elemental magic, spread wildly outwards from the point where Thor's claws landed.

The ground, covered with gravel and pebbles, seemed to transform into a turbulent lake, stirring up waves of yellowish-brown.

The dual vibrations at both the elemental and physical levels, like a powerful spring, forcefully shook the dwarf priest, whose head was only half-exposed, out of the ground.

Before he could calm the chaotic magic within his body, the red dragon from not far away was already rushing towards him at high speed like a runaway train.

All the dwarf warriors blocking their way seemed like fragile puppets at this moment. Their iron armor turned crimson and gleamed the moment it touched the red dragon, and their bodies were sent flying high into the air, tumbling and crashing to the ground.

The gray dwarves' much stronger physiques than ordinary people prevented them from being directly killed by the impact, but if given a choice, most gray dwarves would probably prefer to end their lives sooner.

The armor they wore, which had protected them from external attacks and given them a strong sense of security in the previous battles, had now become the cruelest instruments of torture.

The red-hot iron plates clung tightly to their bodies, impossible to remove in an instant, leaving them like squid trapped between iron plates, their skin and fat sizzling and emitting continuous, piercing screams.