Chapter 326 Bad News
"Go see your daddy, you bastard dragon! I really hope you can find your real daddy down there."
Grimm jumped up and decisively shot a dragon-hunting arrow at the dragon outside the gap, interrupting the dragon's unpleasant noise with a desperate invitation.
The remaining two butchers also rushed out from the bunker one after another, cooperating with him to suppress the dragon with firepower.
Compared to the dragon, they are just ants, but when the ants have deadly weapons, the dragon has to retreat temporarily.
It had been hit by several arrows and the bleeding had not yet stopped. If it was hit by a few more arrows, it would surely die before the dwarf.
The crossbow arrow flew straight towards the dragon, and it could even see the cold light reflected by the runes on the crossbow arrow.
The rusty arrow still had the power to penetrate Davis. It magnified in the witch hunter's eyes and approached his left eye in an instant.
The vampire's timely rescue saved him from the fate of becoming an "eyeless dragon". This is the role of friends. Without friends, Davis would have died in the first winter.
Fighting alone is never a wise thing to do. Lacking the assistance of friendly forces and having obvious shortcomings, mistakes will always occur.
The dragon had no time to dodge and could only hastily spit out dragon fire, trying to use the flames to melt the dragon hunting rune arrow.
It succeeded, but not completely, because one of the dwarf butchers was using a repeating crossbow, and the arrows that came from the side approached under the dragon's unwilling gaze, and the arrows easily broke through the dragon's scales and pierced the dragon's head.
Dwarves are the dragons' old rivals. They understand each other and have various means to deal with each other.
A sleeping dragon can be killed in its sleep by a newly-adult dwarf's throat being slit with a dragon-slaying battle axe.
A full grown dragon can be brought down with a single dragon-hunting arrow shot right through the head.
The sea of fire poured out by the giant dragon suddenly surged up, this was its final intensity.
Screams echoed in the dark cave as the dragon's dying struggle shook the rock and knocked over the supporting pillars.
Rubble fell one after another, and the giant dragon that was dragging dragon fire was hit by a stone statue falling from above, and was buried by the dense falling rocks in the blink of an eye.
It should learn from its predecessors and use its wings to pull at the dwarves in the air and use dragonfire to harass the dwarves above ground, rather than fighting them underground where the dwarves are more familiar.
It was so big that unless it plucked out its wings and transformed its body into a snake form, becoming an underground rock dragon, its bloated body would easily make it a target in the mine.
It did not expect that it would fall in this winter, just as it did not expect that a group of desperate dwarves would sneak into its nest, wake it up with crossbows, and fight with it like crazy.
These dwarves who want to desecrate its wealth will never leave. If death is the inevitable end, then they will be buried together in the ground.
The lingering ghosts eventually returned to the dead zone alone, and they failed to take Davis' life.
The blood descendants and witch hunters worked together to eliminate the skeleton crossbowmen in the manor, but the joy of victory did not last long because Elijah brought news from the south to his companions who were preparing to go south for reconnaissance.
The forbidden necromancer is back, the founder of necromancy, Nagash the Immortal has returned, and in Sylvania.
Instead of trouble- ing the desert kings, it took unusual steps to establish itself in the empire.
Compared to the return of the Great Necromancer, a resurrected vampire ancestor is not so despairing because the situation is already dire.
The world is a river. The return of Nagash has turned the river water, which was originally muddy with sand and mud, into the Ganges River water filled with heavy metal ions and human and animal corpses.
The resurrected Castain was just a basin of manure poured into the river, and could not make the situation worse.
What could be worse than being buried underground? Trapped under a huge rock that tilted upward, Grimm gave up struggling and greedily breathed in the increasingly thin air.
Air has never been so precious. At least, this was the first time that Grimm encountered such an embarrassing dilemma. The luxurious oxygen made all the smells delicious, even the burnt smell of his hair seemed extremely sweet.
The scale cloak allowed him to avoid direct damage from the dragon fire, and the armor-like "cloak" allowed him to survive the falling rocks. However, no matter how good the protection was, it could not provide him with air. At this time, he wanted an oxygen tank more.
Is that the end?
The crushed golden cup and plate beneath the dwarf were the only things that made him happy in his predicament, although they were a little uncomfortable at this time.
Out of physical satisfaction and greed, he felt that even dying with gold would not be a bad thing.
But reason reminded Grimm that gold was far less valuable than his life.
The dwarf's instincts make him brave and fearless, but they also lead him into dangerous situations.
Perhaps the battle underground in the fortress alarmed the greenskins occupying the dwarven city, or perhaps a group of goblins were passing through the underground of Dragoncliff Castle.
A chaotic noise came from somewhere, and the sharp voice of the goblin penetrated the rock and reached the dwarf's ears.
"There's no way out. It's over. We're done!"
"Surrender! Kill the boss, and we will join Gorbad Ironclaw's tribe and have enough food every day."
"Great! You little thing actually dared to rebel. Anyone who dares to rebel should wait to see Brother Gao Mao! Who dares!"
"It's a rebellion!"
"Let's go together and kill it!"
"I am Brother Mao's follower, working for the Great God. Do you dare to touch me?"
Sharp screams and chaotic knocking sounds followed one after another. Obviously, this was the despicable goblins' response to their leader.
The goblin who seemed to be the leader was probably dead.
Grimm put his ear against the rock and listened with great interest to the infighting of greenskins somewhere. The death of the greenskins made him feel very relieved, although he was about to die.
Which warlord is Gorbad Ironclaw? Why does it sound familiar?
Grimm seemed to have heard this name somewhere, in more than one place.
The pile of rocks, which had already become stable, began to tremble slightly. It seemed as if there were ten thousand elephants running wildly on the ground. The dense and loud footsteps could be heard even underground.
The rock formations began to collapse again, and more boulders fell from above, shaking the stone pestle in the deep pit.
The boulder was no longer stuck on the dwarf, but this did not make him happy, because no one could guarantee that he would not die in another earthquake.
The screams from the ground seemed to go underground, and the echoes from far away gathered in the depths of the mine, and all kinds of noise merged into a loud, disturbing roar.
"waagh!"
Countless voices surged underground, roaring out the sound of destruction.
The foolish shouting of the trolls mixed into the green tide, and the strange growl of some arthropods also blended into the green tide.
The sound of the green tide did not stop until the dwarf was washed into the deep pit by the dense falling rocks.
Grimm was free, though he had lost his battle axe.
But things seem to be getting worse.
(End of this chapter)
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