"Master Blacksmith?"
Minori swung the magic greatsword, his eyes narrowing as he heard the gray dwarf soldiers in front of him address the gray dwarf who seemed to be of high status.
Is that the gray dwarf who possesses the Rune technology?
Minori's mind raced as he watched the surging gray dwarf soldiers in front of him, raising the palm of his hand holding the magic greatsword.
"Magic Slash·Wind!"
A three-meter-long slash was released from the tip of the magic greatsword, instantly killing all the dense group of gray dwarf soldiers in front.
"Ah!!"
Miserable screams echoed everywhere.
Minister of Forging felt his hands and feet turn cold, trembling as he tried to turn around and escape, but the next moment his body floated uncontrollably.
Minori dashed in front of him in a flash, lifting the Minister of Forging up. Seeing the other's panicked look, he said indifferently: "I have many things I want to ask you, Charm!"
Minister of Forging's body stiffened, ceasing his struggles.
At this moment.
Three thousand human members, led by Yaraal, were forming a siege, hunting down the gray dwarves fleeing from the oasis.
Poof!
The spear moved.
Yaraal made a thrust, piercing a gray dwarf's body and hoisting it on the spear shaft, then using her arm strength to fling the corpse away.
"Will Lord Hero be in danger entering the dwarf's land alone?" Yaraal raised her head, looking towards the depths of the oasis, a worried expression appearing on her face.
However!
Yaraal also knew Minori's strength, and understood that her current task was equally important, and she must not let any gray dwarf escape.
In the cave beneath the oasis.
The re-entry of the Sandstorm Elemental Spirit made the entire underground situation extremely chaotic. The originally stable tunnels became fragile under the erosion of the yellow sand.
Tunnels collapsed, the ground shook!
A large number of gray dwarves scrambled from the underground caves, fleeing upwards to the surface.
Those who were lucky crawled out from other caves, while those who were unlucky were buried by the collapsed tunnels, or even killed by the Sandstorm Elemental Spirit!
Located in the center of the oasis.
In the cave below the water source area.
A fifty-man gray dwarf legion wearing full body armor was protecting a middle-aged gray dwarf wearing a crown, traversing through the underground tunnel, fleeing towards the outside of the oasis.
"How could this happen!"
"Humans clearly don't have any hero-level powerhouses." The gray dwarf king's face was full of horror. Compared to the sturdy gray dwarf warriors around him, his belly was round and wobbled as he ran.
He looked like a moving ball, extremely wretched.
However, the gray dwarf race was born with excellent physiques. Even in such a fat state, the gray dwarf king's running movements still seemed somewhat agile.
"You bunch of trash, move faster."
In the slightly narrow tunnel, the gray dwarf king saw the soldiers in front suddenly slow down, and shouted angrily, almost bumping into these soldiers. His originally anxious expression became furious, and he was just about to scold his subordinates.
"Your Majesty."
A tired, familiar voice came.
The gray dwarf king's panicked expression paused, revealing a look of surprise, and he quickly pushed aside the soldiers in front, looking at the two figures blocking the tunnel.
An old gray dwarf with gray hair, and another gray dwarf standing behind him, wearing strange vestments, holding a long, cylindrical weapon in his hands.
It looked neither like a hammer, nor was it related to swords or blades.
"Minister of General Affairs!"
The gray dwarf king looked at the two in surprise, then quickly said: "Come with me, if we stay any longer, the entire underground cave may collapse."
The Minister of General Affairs lowered his eyes. Facing the terrified and panicked King, he sighed faintly.
"Your Majesty, where else can we escape to?" The Minister of General Affairs' voice rang out, causing the air to suddenly still.
The gray dwarf king's panicked expression froze on his face.
Just like the human race, even if they knew they could not contend with the gray dwarf army, they would still resist to the death, because everyone knew.
In this Despair Valley, leaving the oasis, leaving the water source, there was still only a dead end.
"We escaped from the outside world to this Despair Valley, and now we have to flee the oasis, just because of a powerful enemy!"
The Minister of General Affairs looked agitated, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, staring at the gray dwarf king:
"When did our great gray dwarf race become so timid and cowardly!"
"Just because that human powerhouse is an existence who has stepped into the hero domain! We still have more than ten thousand clansmen, and he is only one person!"
"Your Majesty, have you heard the screams and wails of the clansmen? They need you now!"
The atmosphere in the dim tunnel became quiet.
The gray dwarf king's hands trembled, a flush appearing on his rough skin. He could clearly feel the gazes of all the surrounding clansmen.
"I... need, what to do?"
The gray dwarf king opened his mouth, then uttered a few words in a somewhat decadent voice.
"Those humans are not our opponents at all, the only trouble is that human powerhouse. As long as we can get rid of him, we can eliminate the humans again and take back the human oasis."
The Minister of General Affairs quickly spoke while the iron was hot.
The gray dwarf king naturally knew that their real trouble was that human powerhouse, but the question was how to solve it.
That was no longer something that could be solved by relying on sheer numbers. If the other party wanted to escape, they couldn't stop him at all.
"Astor." The Minister of General Affairs spoke.
The gray dwarf wearing strange clothes and weapons stepped forward.
"This is the weapon from the treasury, and it is also our hope for a comeback." The Minister of General Affairs said to the gray dwarf king.
Treasury weapon?
The gray dwarf king looked at Astor's equipment again, a look of recollection flashing in his eyes. No wonder it looked somewhat familiar.
It's no wonder he had no impression of this weapon, because in his memory, this weapon could not be used at all. It was more of a commemorative item, placed in the treasury.
To be precise!
Most of the things in the treasury had more commemorative significance than practical significance. After all, the kingdom was destroyed, and most of the treasures, weapons, and props were either used or lost in the war.
And what was left.
There were not many things of real value.
"I remember this weapon shouldn't be usable, right?" The gray dwarf king looked at the Minister of General Affairs, suspecting that the other party was senile.
"That guy Pierre has been researching it all these years, and finally, a few years ago, he used Rune technology to research a way to use this weapon."
The Minister of General Affairs said excitedly: "And Astor is the only one who can bring out the power of this weapon."
"As long as we have this weapon passed down from our ancestors, we have a chance to defeat that human powerhouse."
Pierre was the Minister of Forging.
The gray dwarf king's spirit was lifted.
At the same time, the gray dwarf king was not a fool, and understood that the Minister of General Affairs was telling him so much, not just to prove to him the possibility of defeating that mysterious human powerhouse.
"What do you need?"
The gray dwarf king looked at Astor with fiery eyes.
Astor looked nervous under the king's gaze. He knew that the hope of the entire clan was pinned on him.
"Please forgive my rudeness, Astor needs the ring on Your Highness' hand to increase the chance of defeating the opponent."
The Minister of General Affairs did not wait for Astor to speak, and took the lead in bowing deeply to the gray dwarf king, requesting.
Hearing this.
The gray dwarf king did not hesitate, reached out and took off a ring emitting a faint magic wave from his left hand, and threw it over:
"I'm counting on you, Astor!"
Astor quickly caught the ring, nodded solemnly, then turned and left quickly.
"Your Majesty, we also have to provide assistance to Astor." The Minister of General Affairs breathed a sigh of relief, then spoke.
"Then let's go, old man!"
The gray dwarf king raised his hand, straightened the crown on his head, bit his lip with a serious expression, and turned back to the tunnel he came from.
"Your Majesty!" The Minister of General Affairs' eyes became moist at this scene, and he quickly followed.
If they ultimately won this disaster, His Highness would definitely become a truly qualified king!
Above the oasis.
Minori threw the unconscious Minister of Forging aside. Now was not the time to ask for information.
Raise head!
Looking at the gray dwarves scattering in chaos in all directions, Minori moved his feet and disappeared in place, rushing towards these gray dwarves.
Sword light flickered!
Gray dwarves died instantly.
Minori expressionlessly kept swinging the magic greatsword, wails and terrified screams constantly ringing in his ears.
Cruel?
Perhaps.
Minori continued to swing his sword with a calm heart.
He didn't like to limit his actions to "right and wrong", which was actually a kind of invisible judgment on himself.
Simply put, it was internal friction!
A heart of pity?
In Minori's view, this emotion came from a sense of conscience and responsibility from his previous life's education.
But all this was premised on the fact that humans in his previous life were at the top of the food chain, the highest-level beings, so they could equally look down on other species below.
But what about the humans in this world?
Inferior races!
As far as Minori knew, in the central continent of the other world, there was a country called the Troll Kingdom, where humans were completely regarded as food.
Even in that country, the best ingredient for entertaining guests was a six-month-old baby in a human mother's womb.
So, talk about a heart of pity?
Don't be ridiculous!
A group of weak humans pitying races that are stronger than themselves, is ridiculous.
Minori actually didn't like the Slane Theocracy, but that didn't prevent him from thinking that the Slane Theocracy's teachings were correct for humans at present.
"Human Supremacy"!
Only this kind of extreme doctrine could allow humans in this continent to have a clear positioning of "we are not inferior races".
"Hmm?"
Minori moved quickly, as clusters of blood mist bloomed around him, the action of swinging his sword suddenly paused briefly, and his eyebrows raised slightly.
He noticed that the Sandstorm Elemental Spirit that had sneaked into the ground seemed to be restricted. Not only that, but even the originally chaotic gray dwarves seemed to be gradually organizing manpower and starting to launch a counterattack!
But unfortunately!
The strength of this group of gray dwarves was too weak. In front of Minori, they couldn't provide any effective resistance at all. The defense line that had just been built was easily torn open by the magic greatsword.
"Magic Slash·Wind!"
Seeing that the [Magic Swordsman]'s professional skill cooldown had ended, Minori raised his hand and sent out a slash towards the dense gray dwarves in the distance.
A large number of gray dwarves were instantly cut into pieces by the magic slash!
The magic slash that fused with attribute elements had its attack power increased by a notch. Among the four elements, the wind element's attack power was not the strongest.
It's just that the wind element's slash is more suitable for dealing with opponents with relatively low strength, and can cause a range of damage, while the fire element slash is suitable for dealing with strong opponents.
As the gray dwarves began to gradually gather.
Minori unknowingly reduced the range of his movements.
It was also in this situation!
A gray dwarf held a long, cylindrical weapon in both hands, his eyes red, staring resentfully at the figure in the distance who was slaughtering his companions.
"Damn humans!"
This gray dwarf was Astor. Smelling the bloody smell in the air, his breathing became rapid.
The nervousness he originally felt in the face of a hero-level powerhouse completely disappeared at this moment, leaving only one thought: to kill the human.
Click!
A mechanical sound rang out on the long-barreled weapon.
Astor raised this weapon, closed one eye, and aimed at the human figure in the distance.
With the help of the clansmen, the human's range of movement had been reduced a lot. He knew that this was already the limit of the clansmen!
"Precise Aiming!"
Astor let out a low roar in his heart. The originally aimed cylindrical weapon shook slightly, seeming to quickly lock onto that human.
The next moment!
A red light flashed on the cylindrical weapon.
In Astor's vision, all parts of the human's body simultaneously emitted different colors of light.
For example, the head emitted red, the arms emitted blue, and the chest emitted orange, and so on.
Different colors represent the different effects produced after his weapon launches an attack.
Astor's expression was solemn. He did not aim the gun at Minori's head, but at the leg.
The human was wearing armor. Although aiming at the head would cause relatively strong damage, it would also be blocked by the armor.
Therefore, Astor planned to attack the opponent's legs first to limit his movement.
Bang!
A muffled sound rang out on the chaotic battlefield. This sound was not obvious in the gray dwarves' screams.
At this moment!
Minori, who was slaughtering the surrounding gray dwarves, suddenly retracted the magic greatsword in his hand, and inserted it into the position in front of his left leg.
Dang!
A crisp metal collision sound exploded on the blade of the magic greatsword, making a loud noise.
"This..."
A look of surprise appeared on Minori's face: "A gun?"