Chapter 49 Blackrock Dwarves, Earthfury Golem
When you feel danger.
Galos's first priority was to eliminate the source of the danger.
What he really wanted was to launch an attack under the cover of night, to raid in the darkness, just like he had dealt with the goblin tribe before, to eliminate the 'potential danger' of the Blackrock Duchy's troops stationed at the oil fields overnight, without any breaks throughout the night.
pity.
Galos was confident that he was no match for the Black Rock Forces; an attack on his doorstep would be suicide. So he could only try to mitigate the risks in other ways.
For example, moving positions.
For example, burning mountains to eliminate traces.
Galos felt he might be a bit paranoid, overvaluing his life, but he figured being extra careful wouldn't hurt; caution was essential in this perilous wilderness.
Walking on thin ice, just to get to the other side.
"One day, when I become strong enough, I will no longer need to live so cautiously."
"Even if the whole world turns against me, I will not back down. I will burn it to ashes and turn it into dust."
Looking back at the hills that burned like giant torches in the night, Garus thought to himself, and then, without a trace of lingering, he flapped his dragon wings and chased after Samantha and Mobel.
Seeing the Centipede of Earthshattering carried by Mobel, Garus thought for a moment, then ordered it to put it down and completely destroy it.
Although it was a bit of a pity, he wasn't sure if the thing had a tracking system, so he couldn't take it with him and simply destroyed it.
Time passed slowly.
Three days later, the morning light shone down on the scorched earth of the hemlock hills.
Along with the morning light came a group of uninvited guests.
The iron hooves of the rock-armored war rams rolled over the scorched earth, and the warhammer insignia of the [Third Heavy Cavalry Regiment of the Blackrock Duchy] on their armor gleamed with a chilling metallic light.
Led by an alchemical golem, the Black Rock cavalry came to a halt.
The alchemical golem at the forefront of the cavalry was eight meters tall and nearly eight meters wide. It was humanoid and about the same height as the giant-armed miner, but its armor was thick and hard, and it was covered with complex and intricate runes that resembled blood vessels. As the alchemical engine inside its body roared and operated, a dark blue energy flowed like blood between the runes and spread throughout its body.
On the alchemical golem's shoulder were its model name inscribed in the ancient dwarven language.
[Earth's Fury]
At first glance, it looks like a giant dwarf.
Solid, heavy, and hard.
Compared to the giant-armed miner, it was as thin as a stick.
The real difference in their strength is dozens of times greater than the difference in their size; Earth Fury is enough to contend with a young dragon.
Only one person came here.
There are many more Earth Fury Golems stationed in the oil fields, as well as some other models.
With a crackling sound, the ground rose and broke open, and several centipedes emerged from it. One of them, although repaired, still showed traces of the last battle.
It was none other than the Earth-Splitter Centipede that had fought Garus in the Hemlock Hills and managed to escape by burrowing underground.
The Centipede of Earth raised its triangular head and shook it a few times in the direction of the Hemlock Hills.
"This is it. Stealing the oil and soil caused some of our black oil to be lost and wasted, destroying the location of two young Earth-Splitting Centipede Dragons."
A dwarf warlock patted the head of the Centipede of Earthshakers.
He was about 1.4 meters tall, with a bronze beard that grew all the way to his chest, bound with an iron ring. His bare arms were incredibly thick, with massive muscles that bulged like mountains.
【Fire Pliers】Gronny, a dwarf alchemist.
The cavalry leader removed his helmet, revealing half of his face burned by flames.
That was a medal I earned five years ago after fighting a powerful and ferocious beast.
[Warhammer] Olaf, the Dwarf Knight.
Olaf spat, creating a small crater in the ground, his copper-bell-like eyes sweeping over the scorched earth.
"It wasn't caused by wildfires."
"This little dragon cub is burned cleaner than the fiery ale in the Deepfire Bar!"
Olaf was about 1.6 meters tall and stronger than the dwarven warlock. He was wearing a suit of runic heavy armor made of steel, yet he was breathing steadily. The muscles under the armor looked like they were filled with asphalt and oil, and the veins were intertwined like the roots of an old tree. His life force was as strong as a furnace.
dwarf.
This race is strong and robust, with higher muscle and bone density than humans.
Although they are of average height, dwarf warriors always have a better chance of winning when fighting human warriors of the same level.
As Olaf spoke, he casually picked up the flask from his waist and tilted his head back to pour it into his mouth.
However, the surface of the spout was sealed by an invisible force, and not a single drop fell.
The dwarf sorcerer Groni glanced at the drunkard and said:
“Olav, you drank three whole barrels of rye beer at the camp last night and gambled away your entire paycheck for the month. We’re here today to do serious business and give you a break from your drinking.”
Stroking his beard, Groni pondered, "According to the information relayed by the Earth-Splitting Centipede, there are two young dragons here, one red dragon and the other seems to be a hybrid of a red iron dragon."
"Most naturally evil young dragons are arrogant and conceited, but I never expected this one to be so cautious and careful."
Olaf chuckled and scratched the scar on his face.
"Red dragon testicles can be used to make a strong liquor that enhances male virility and promotes secondary development. Hybrid red dragons should be able to do the same. I've never tried it before. If I can catch a baby dragon this time, I definitely want to taste what it's like!"
The dwarf warlock shook his head.
"It's probably not that simple."
As he spoke, he shook his beard, from which a swarm of bee-like creatures emerged, buzzing and scattering in all directions, circling and searching the hemlock hills filled with scorched earth and ash.
The cavalry and golems also sprang into action, venturing onto the scorched earth to search for any trace of the dragons' existence.
They were stationed at the oil fields and received a fixed salary from the principality.
However, if one can catch a baby dragon, it would be an unexpected windfall, enough to buy an unknown amount of strong liquor.
Time passed slowly, but even as evening fell and the moonlight poured down like water, the dwarves still hadn't found anything of value.
"Let's call it a day and go back to have a drink. This trip was a waste."
Olaf said.
"Wait, you're too impatient."
The dwarf warlock stretched out his palm.
Several bees hovered around and placed a tiny, dark gray fragment of scale in the dwarf warlock's palm.
"It is very cautious, but even a raging fire cannot burn away all traces. At the very least, this fragment of its scale may guide me in its general direction."
Olaf laughed loudly, took out a rough copper cup, filled it with rye beer, and poured it onto the scorched earth.
"To you, you cunning little dragon! This toast is a prelude to your bones becoming my new pipe! To your testicles becoming my aphrodisiac!"
Offering a toast to the enemy before setting out on a campaign is an ancient tradition of the Principality of Blackrock.
Turning to the dwarven warlock, Olaf said excitedly, "Quickly locate its position! I can't wait!"
The dwarven warlock shook his head and said disdainfully, "The dragon cub burned the mountain and destroyed the hills, leaving only this small piece of scale. Do you think it's a useful medium? I just said maybe, you understand? It's not certain. I need time to prepare, and I can't guarantee success."
Olaf spat again and rolled his eyes at the warlock.
"Then what the hell are you talking about! You're wasting my rye beer!"
"Let's go, boys, back!"
After a long day of fruitless work, the dwarves returned to their post at the oil field under the moonlight.
The dwarf warlock who was being scolded did not refute, but examined the broken scales for a few moments before putting them into his arms.
(End of this chapter)
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