"My teacher's training notes were given to me before he died. No one can take them away, especially not Muradin Bronzebeard! Come on, let me see how much your skills have improved." Grayson grabbed his warhammer, which was taller than a man, and got into position. His imposing aura instantly filled the narrow space. He didn't care that they were in a shop, nor did he care about Qin Mo and the others around him.
At this moment, the two plump women rushed out from the inner room. They had slipped to the back when the three dwarves entered, and Qin Mo thought they were hiding. But now, seeing their armor, she realized that her fierce wife was a great help in the fight.
"Greyson, look at this! Are you still going to resist? Don't you care about the lives of your wife and children?" The red-haired Morpheus held a foot-long cylinder in his hand, his face fierce, ignoring Greyson's Marvel-like aura.
“Thunder… Thunder God’s Wrath… You actually used Thunder God’s Wrath against your own dwarf brothers?… Bastard…” Grayson’s fighting spirit vanished instantly, like a bonfire in a torrential downpour, and even his voice began to tremble.
Upon hearing the name "Thor's Wrath," the two tough women, who were originally dressed in iron armor and had fierce expressions, huddled together in fear, trembling with dread.
Qin Mo, looking at the insecticide-like object with curiosity, wondered what kind of magical artifact it was. The formidable trio was on the verge of surrendering; it seemed the name "Thor's Wrath" wasn't just hype. He couldn't help but move closer, wanting to take a closer look at the true appearance of this essential tool for murder and robbery.
But when he saw Morpheus throw away his weapon, take out a tinderbox, light it, and then gesture with it to a thin rope on "Thor's Wrath," he immediately cursed and rushed out the door.
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