While most people were still stunned for a few breaths, the mysterious figure in gray armor had already walked in from the periphery.
That's right, just like taking a stroll.
The opponent only needed to wave the weapon in their hand, and all the Gray Dwarf soldiers blocking the way were like paper, cleaved in two with a single strike.
Yaraal shuddered unconsciously, feeling the immense power and terror generated by the opponent's casual swing of the sword.
It was like the aura her grandfather emitted when he was angry when she was a child!
In Yaraal's eyes, the gray-armored figure seemed to exude an indescribable aura of terror.
So strong!
She felt that even if she stood in front of the opponent, she would probably be cut in half with a single strike, just like those Gray Dwarf soldiers.
"I'm going to kill you!!"
Seeing a large number of his clansmen soldiers die, the Gray Dwarf General's eyes immediately turned bloodshot, and he roared as he charged towards the gray-armored figure.
"Meteor Strike!"
While running, the Gray Dwarf General swung the meteor hammer in his hand, heavily smashing it towards the gray-armored figure.
Bang! Bang!
The meteor hammer was split into two sections by the gray-armored figure's sword, the heavy hammer separating in mid-air and smashing into the sand on both sides, emitting muffled sounds.
The gray-armored figure raised its head slightly, as if only then noticing him.
"Split it?" The Gray Dwarf General stood frozen in place with a blank expression, his face filled with disbelief.
Whoosh!
Shadows enveloped the Gray Dwarf General, and then, the greatsword came down.
Thump—
Under Yaraal's astonished gaze, the Gray Dwarf General, just like the ordinary Gray Dwarf soldiers, was split in half with a single strike.
The rune armor on his body, which could even withstand her attacks, seemed to have provided no defensive effect at all.
"Monster!"
"Monster!"
Accompanying the death of the Gray Dwarf General, a terrifying atmosphere spread, and all the Gray Dwarf soldiers screamed and scattered in all directions.
Yaraal, who had not shown any fear even in her desperate situation, now had terror floating in her silver pupils.
She quickly returned to the remaining human soldiers, wanting to escape together, but the next moment, Yaraal extinguished this thought.
Only to see!
The gray-armored figure's body only swayed slightly before instantly disappearing from the spot, appearing in front of those fleeing Gray Dwarf soldiers like a series of afterimages.
The entire battlefield was filled with screams.
"Can't escape!"
Seeing the speed displayed by the opponent, Yaraal turned around to look at her injured clansmen behind her, knowing that no one but herself would be able to escape.
"Go, Yarael."
"…!"
"We'll hold him back!"
The wounded clansmen immediately ran over, their voices filled with fear and determination as they urged Yaraal to leave.
"It wouldn't be bad to die together."
Yaraal swept her gaze across the anxious faces in front of her, instead revealing a somewhat stiff smile.
She wasn't good at smiling.
Soon.
Yaraal realized that the opponent only seemed to be attacking the gray dwarves and had no intention of attacking them.
The screams gradually stopped, and all the dwarf soldiers were slaughtered by that terrifying gray figure.
"Swoosh!"
The hovering eagle also landed at this time, standing on the shoulder of the gray-armored figure.
The gray-armored figure turned around and looked at Yaraal and her group.
The air became eerily silent at this moment!
The gray dwarves' blood had already dyed the beach red, with corpses, broken arms, and damaged internal organs everywhere.
The thick smell of blood constantly assaulted the senses of everyone present, and even Yaraal's side, who had experienced many wars, couldn't help but feel a chill in their bodies when they saw such a scene.
The difference was too great!
"Who are you? Why are you helping us?" Yaraal's voice trembled as she pursed her lips and spoke loudly.
The gray-armored figure's strength was too great; nearly five hundred gray dwarf soldiers were actually killed by him alone. If the opponent wanted to kill them, they should already be dead!
In this "Valley of Despair," there was no such thing as help without a reason.
The gray-armored figure, carrying the bloodstained heavy greatsword, walked towards them, and everyone's hearts tightened.
Buzz—
A slight tremor came from the opponent's body.
The next moment.
The armor that enveloped the gray-armored figure's entire body unbelievably transformed into a cloud of gray mist and was absorbed into his body.
A young man with black hair, a gentle face, and an age similar to Yaraal, wearing exquisite black clothes that no one had ever seen or could describe, appeared in front of all the humans.
"I am human; helping my own people doesn't need a reason."
Minori looked at these humans living here, their faces sallow and thin, with gentle eyes.
The color of their hair varied, but most were silver, and everyone's skin was wheat-colored. These humans were probably not very old, estimated to be around 20 years old.
If it weren't for the recent battle with the gray dwarves, Minori would have thought that this human army was a group of refugees.
They didn't even have decent armor or weapons; only the silver-haired girl in front had a bit of the appearance of an ordinary soldier from a human country.
Yaraal's dry lips parted, and her silver pupils looked at Minori's face in disbelief.
Not only Yaraal, but the other human members also looked at Minori in shock, but soon, everyone fell silent again.
"Respected strong one."
"Thank you for your help. We humans have only a few clansmen in this 'Valley of Despair'."
Yaraal inserted the spear in her hand into the desert, raised her arms, placed them in front of her chest, and bowed deeply to Minori, expressing her gratitude:
"Your jest is our honor."
The valley, filled with various threats and difficult to survive in, was a world for the strong and powerful races, while they humans were one of the weakest races in this valley.
If it hadn't been for her grandfather stepping into the "Hero" realm and capturing one of the three major oases, their humans would probably have been extinct long ago in this harsh living environment of the valley.
Seeing that these people didn't believe he was human.
Minori was stunned for a moment, a situation he hadn't expected at all.
"Do you think that if I were another race, I would pretend to be human?" Minori let out a soft laugh and spoke lightly.
"Swoosh!"
The eagle standing on his shoulder also let out a sharp cry.
This was naturally Kuro transformed.
After all, he knew too little about the situation in this mysterious area, so Minori had Kuro disguise itself slightly before rushing over.
He originally wanted to use magic, but after thinking about it, using the abilities of a warrior might be easier to get close to the humans in this area.
Yaraal blinked her eyes.
Indeed!
How could those proud strong ones of other races possibly pretend to be weak humans?
"Are you really human?" Yaraal's voice was a little dry, with a tremor in her tone.
"Of course." Minori nodded. "I am a traveler who suddenly appeared here because of an unknown magic."
Traveler?
Magic?
Hearing these two completely incomprehensible words, the humans present revealed bewildered expressions.
Only Yaraal understood a little. She had once heard her grandfather mention that there were larger places outside the "Valley of Despair," and there was also magical magic.
Perhaps her father also knew something.
Yaraal hadn't paid much attention to it before; those were all too distant matters. It was already difficult enough for them to live in this valley, so they didn't have time to consider other things.
"Can you save us?" Yaraal took a step forward, looking at Minori with reddened eyes.
"Yes."
Minori nodded. "So can you tell me what the situation is right now?"
A moment later.
Minori finally had a basic understanding of the situation, which corresponded to the information obtained using "Charm."
The silver-haired girl in front of him was not lying.
Raising his head.
Minori looked at the roughly 50 remaining human members behind the silver-haired girl, each of whom had injuries to varying degrees.
"Do you have water on you?" Minori asked.
"Yes."
A young man of about 20 years old looked at Minori with some fear and nodded softly.
Minori's mind moved, and five glass bottles of alchemical potions appeared on the ground: "Pour these alchemical potions into your water bags and mix them with water, drink half, and sprinkle the remaining half on your wounds."
After speaking.
Minori took out another bottle of alchemical potion and handed it to Yaraal in front of him: "Drink this."
Everyone looked at the crystal bottles, which exuded a crystal-clear light under the sunlight, with some bewilderment.
"What are you dazing for? Quickly do as the lord instructs."
Yaraal didn't know why Minori wanted them drink this liquid in the crystal bottle, which was like a work of art, but she immediately issued instructions and shouted loudly.