"Boring tricks." The demonic face and earth-element constructed body both indicate that these two swooping black shadows are gargoyles.
Minori stood still, without even dodging, and casually swung his magic greatsword.
Bang! Bang!
The two seemingly terrifying gargoyles were easily smashed into pieces by the magic greatsword.
**Tap, tap, tap**dense footsteps followed closely from the front.
A gray dwarf troop wearing full body armor and wielding hammer-shaped weapons surged over.
They surrounded Astor, raising iron shields and aiming them at Minori.
"Astor! Are you alright?"
"Let us protect you."
"Don't hold back!"
"We will never let that human touch you before killing us."
"Astor, you are the hope of all of us!"
The gray dwarf soldiers shouted continuously.
Seeing this scene.
Minori carried the magic greatsword on his shoulder and said calmly, "What a touching scene, but I still want to ask, do you have any other tricks?"
"If not, then I won't be polite."
"Everyone, run!" Astor trembled upon hearing his companions' voices and shouted quickly.
The "Overload Muzzle" skill he had just used had rendered his weapon unusable for a short time.
"Quadruple Light Slash · Mana Slash · Fire!"
Minori swung his sword, and four fiery red slashes condensed in the air, flying towards the front.
Rumble!
The explosion released by the flame slashes instantly engulfed more than fifty gray dwarf soldiers, turning them to ashes.
Astor disappeared from his spot again, appearing dozens of meters away, seeing only a pile of charred black armor where his companions had stood.
"NOOOOO!!"
Tears streamed down Astor's face as he roared in anger. With a flash of light from the magic ring on his hand.
Whoosh!
Astor appeared behind Minori out of nowhere, heavily raising the magic guide gun in his hand, using it as a weapon to smash down on Minori.
"Initiative." Astor wielded the magic guide gun in his hand as a club, heavily smashing it down on Minori's back, with extreme speed.
Minori shifted his feet, easily dodging.
"Ah!!"
"Ah!!"
Astor roared, continuously waving the magic guide gun, activating the skill again: "Firearm Heavy Strike!"
The seemingly crazy and powerful series of attacks was full of chaos in Minori's eyes, with slow movements and no threat.
"Using the 'Gunner' skills in close combat, you should be the first. That's not how you use a magic guide gun," Minori said lightly, a bored look flashing in his eyes:
"I thought you could bring me some other surprises. It seems these are all you have."
A pitying voice entered Astor's ears.
Astor only felt his body suddenly become much lighter. The figure of the human in front disappeared, leaving only a piece of blue sky in his vision.
What's going on——? Why can't I exert any strength?
So, my head fell off.
Your Highness, General Affairs————-Run quickly.
Darkness enveloped Astor's vision, and he completely lost his breath.
Minori ignored the corpse on the ground, picked up the magic guide gun with a metallic luster on its surface, and a smile appeared on his face: "A good harvest."
He wasn't in a hurry to check the attributes of this magic guide gun, so he put it into his item box.
"This should be the last resort of the gray dwarf clan."
"In that case, let's speed up the cleanup!"
Minori turned around, looked at the gray dwarf clans who had become chaotic again due to fear, and his figure disappeared from the spot.
Time passed bit by bit!
From noon until night fell.
The smoky smell permeated the sky above the gray dwarf oasis, and the sounds of wailing and screaming gradually stopped.
Outside the oasis.
Yaraal and a group of tribesmen sat in the desert almost paralyzed. Gray dwarf corpses were everywhere around them, at least about a thousand.
Compared to their numbers, the number wasn't large, but the dwarves ran too far, causing most people's physical strength to be spent on chasing them.
"We actually defeated the gray dwarf clan."
"Isn't this a dream?"
"Hahaha, I finally avenged my father!"
"I'm so tired, I just want to lie down for a while now."
Yaraal heard the voices of the tribesmen, pursed her lips, and stood up from the ground again. She understood that they could defeat the powerful gray dwarf clan entirely because of Minori's power.
Throughout the war, they only stayed on the periphery, cleaning up the gray dwarves who had lost their threat and only knew how to run.
"I wonder what's going on with the hero."
Yaraal rested briefly, got up from the ground, and led a few tribesmen who still had energy towards the oasis.
As soon as they entered the oasis.
What came into everyone's eyes was the dense gray dwarf corpses. Thick blood flowed on the ground, dyeing the ground of the entire oasis blood red.
Some places were even oozing blood from the ground!
Yaraal's silver-white pupils scanned the surroundings, ignoring the gray dwarf corpses, and continued to walk towards the depths, with a hint of worry in her eyes.
The entire gray dwarf tribe had a population of more than 10,000.
The number of gray dwarves they guarded on the periphery was only about 1,000, and the hero had to face more than 10,000 enemies alone.
Just thinking about it.
Yaraal felt her scalp tingle.
Corpse!
Corpse!
Still corpses!
Yaraal and his party stepped in the pool of blood, the shocked look on their faces becoming more and more intense, but they never saw Minori.
Until they entered the central area of the oasis.
Suddenly!
A black figure appeared in front of Yaraal and his party, making everyone's spirits lifted, and they quickly ran over.
The black figure gradually became clear.
It was Minori, who had taken off his gray armor. He was sitting on a half-meter-high rock, with the conspicuous magic greatsword casually inserted in front of him, looking like he was in a daze.
"Hero!"
Yaraal's excited and happy shout rang out.
'Experience Bar: 1001202/260000'
"Huff."
Minori looked at the experience points on the panel for the first time exceeding one million, breathed out, recovered from the daze, turned his head and looked at Yaraal and his party running over:
"Yaraal."
"Hero, are you not injured?" Yaraal came to Minori panting, supported his knees with one hand, and asked worriedly.
"There is no one among the gray dwarves who can hurt me."
"It's just that swinging the sword is a bit tiring."
Minori looked at Yaraal, smiled peacefully, and with a flick of his arm, threw a ring towards Yaraal.
"What is this?"
Yaraal subconsciously took the ring, wondering.
"One of the treasures of the gray dwarf clan, the 'Dimensional Transfer' ring, has the ability to allow the user to disappear and transfer from the spot, but it can only be used four times a day."
"Having this ring can at least improve your strength by one level."
Minori said easily.
"Such a treasure—."
Yaraal was startled and subconsciously wanted to return the magic ring.
"This thing is useless to me."
Minori waved his hand, not caring at all.
He has already mastered the magic of "Dimensional Transfer", and this magic ring naturally has no meaning to him.
"By the way, I have specially left a few gray dwarf craftsmen. You send someone to take good care of them. These gray dwarves have extraordinary weapon forging techniques."
"Whether you let them forge weapons for you, or learn the techniques of this forging process from them,"
It is of great benefit to your tribe.
"But if you want to completely tame them, you have to spend some time."
Hearing this.
Yaraal noticed that next to the rock where Minori was sitting, there were several gray dwarves lying down with their bellies still rising and falling, unconscious.
"I understand, Hero." Yaraal nodded quickly.
Minori jumped from the stone, grabbed the gray dwarf Minister of Forging, and shook him awake:
"Let's go, take me to your gray dwarf treasure vault."
Yaraal looked at Minori walking towards the depths, and instructed the few tribesmen who came with him: "You take good care of these gray dwarves."
After speaking.
Yaraal quickly followed.
The treasure vault of the gray dwarf clan is also hidden in an underground cave.
Under the control of "Charm", the Minister of Forging naturally led the way obediently.
The situation in the underground cave is very complicated.
Especially in many places that were destroyed by the sandstorm elemental elves, some passages were impassable, and even a large number of gray dwarf corpses gathered underground.
Minori couldn't kill all of the 15,000 gray dwarf tribesmen one by one with his sword, not to mention that only about 1,000 people escaped and were killed by the human side.
Speaking of which!
If the gray dwarf clan didn't live underground, Minori really wouldn't be able to solve so many people in one go.
Under the leadership of the Minister of Forging, after turning around several times, he finally arrived at the treasure vault of the gray dwarf clan.
Speaking of treasure vault.
It's just a larger underground cave, and there is no sturdy door, only a locked wooden door.
It looks really shabby.
Without needing a key to open it, Minori kicked out and smashed the wooden door to pieces. Under the light of the torch, the things in the treasure vault also came into view.
There were no gold coins and jewels emitting golden light.
Nor were there any magic equipment containing magic fluctuations as imagined.
Half of the area of the entire treasure vault was filled with jars of wine, and the remaining 1/3 was filled with food and pickled meat products.
Only the last area aroused Minori's interest a little, but it was only a little interest.
Various broken weapons and a pile of ore.
Seeing such a treasure vault.
Minori couldn't help raising his eyebrows, a look of disappointment on his face.