OBS Chapter 115 The Gray Dwarf
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're all sensible folks. 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 underworld. We were forced to flee to the surface through a fissure 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 with molten gold eyes at the dwarf priest who wore a black and red robe and whose hair and beard were neatly braided, a hint of amusement in his gaze.
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 through 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, go to hell!"
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 hazy gray light shield instantly appeared. Then the soil beneath 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, agonizing screams.
The gray dwarf priest only saw a flash of red before his eyes, followed by a wave of scorching heat. A ferocious claw grew larger and larger before him, eventually squeezing him into its palm.
The oppressive feeling coming from all directions made him feel like his bones were groaning. The high-temperature flames ignited his robe. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, Thor squeezed him hard.
With a "smack," Thor felt as if he had crushed a plump tomato, its bright red juice splattering all over his claws.
He casually tossed the gray dwarf priest's corpse forward, flicked the blood off his forepaws, and a burst of orange and blue flames swept over, instantly turning the scales on his claws crimson and shiny, without a trace of blood.
This sudden turn of events left many of the gray dwarves stunned, unsure whether to continue their resistance.
Thor stared at the terrified, ashen faces, a sinister grin spreading across his face. He growled again, asking:
"Now, can anyone tell me why you're on my territory? Remember to tell the truth, or this will be the consequence!"
But after he finished speaking, there was no response for a long time. The previous gray dwarf priest was a cautionary tale, so who would dare to speak casually?
The red dragon blood flowing through his body made Thor impatient to wait any longer; a few seconds later, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"I'll count to three. If no one answers by then, you're all dead!"