Chapter 100: Escape and Attack In the cell of the dwarven barracks, several imprisoned people were sitting against the wall on the cold stone floor, the two human maids obviously had not experienced this situation and looked a little helpless, while Tony was cursing the Black Iron Kingdom angrily, Saladin and Quentin were very quiet, because the two dwarves were originally invited by Zhao Yannian, and they also knew very well that this lord had a back hand, so now the two dwarves are studying the difference between the forging process of the black iron dwarf and the bronze dwarf.
And Luna has been holding a small box in the corner since Zhao Yannian left just now, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Lord Luna, are we going to just keep waiting here?"
After degrading the Black Iron Dwarf's forging skills to the point of uselessness, a bored Saladin approached Luna and asked her.
"Hmm," Luna replied, staring at the small box in a daze.
Saladin knew Luna's temperament, and when he replied, he mostly said that I knew not to bother me with my perfunctory attitude.
The old dwarf looked at the small black box in Luna's hand, this thing the old dwarf had seen on the airship before, the captain of the airship was his human apprentice who had spoken to this thing on the airship, and then there was someone else's voice from inside, thinking that it should be a magic prop that could talk, thinking of this, the old dwarf's mood was even more stable.
"Since the lord has made arrangements, then let's continue to wait."
Saladin took a flask from his bosom and drank it deliciously, and Quentin approached him.
Perhaps it was the Black Iron Dwarves' confidence in their own strength, those dwarf soldiers did not take away Zhao Yannian's weapons and equipment, and it was precisely because of this that Zhao Yannian and the others would let the dwarves bring them here without resistance.
Just as the old dwarf and Quentin drank the wine from their respective jugs and began arguing over who should drink more, a beeping beep beep came from the intercom in Luna's hand.
"Luna, do you hear that?
There's chaos in Black Iron City, we don't have time to rub shoulders with those dwarves now, take people to the empty field we saw when we were brought in before, and Shelley will pick us up.
Zhao Yannian's voice came from the communicator.
When Zhao Yannian's voice sounded, all the people in the prison leaned over, and when they heard Zhao Yannian's order, those who could fight immediately began to take out their weapons and prepare to fight.
"This room is made of the strongest obsidian and black iron doped with demonic metal, how do you open it?"
Saladin asked, grabbing his sledgehammer at Luna.
"Assemble," Luna said, pointing to the foot of a wall.
Everyone gathered at Luna's orders, and Luna pulled out a large metal shield from her spatial ring, and began to expertly dig holes in preparation for the directional blast.
"Good boy, this is going to be a big game."
Saladin knew about explosives, of course, and the bronze dwarves of the Rodnik Territory had now entered the age of mechanized operations, and with the help of explosives and machinery, thousands of dwarves could afford to mine the minerals needed for human territory, an efficiency that seemed to the Otherworldly as magic.
Rumble!
With the tremendous force of high-performance explosives, one wall of the cell was blown off, and before the dwarves in charge of guarding them could react to what was happening, they rushed out of the other side of the cell with rubble all over the floor.
"The prisoner has escaped!"
The dwarven soldiers roared and rang the alarm bell, and with the melodious and stirring bell, the entire dwarven camp immediately boiled like an exploding pot!
"Can we rush out like this?"
After Saladin smashed a dwarven warrior out with a hammer, he asked Luna, not long after the explosion, they were surrounded by a swarm of dwarven soldiers, two dwarves and a knight protected Tony, an alchemist, and two maids in the middle, but Zhao Yannian was nowhere to be seen.
"Hold" Luna's frost realm is in full swing, and her sword aura is like the cold winter wind, forcing the dwarven soldiers to raise their large shields for defense.
"But how long will this last?"
Several people have been besieged for only five minutes, and they have been in danger many times, Saladin has already poured out the unique ability of the Thunder Hammer family, and the bronze hammer of the old dwarf who has inspired the power of the Titans in his blood is covered with thunder and lightning, and I don't know if it is because of thunder and lightning or anger, the hair and beard of the bronze dwarf patriarch are standing upright one by one and look extremely powerful.
The dwarven side also fired a real fire after seeing that several attacks were repulsed, and a dwarven officer shouted to his subordinates: "Archers prepare!"
” "Not good!
They're going to shoot arrows!
Saladin exclaimed as he heard the dwarves prepare to kill them.
"It's coming!"
Luna whispered suddenly.
A huge black shadow suddenly covered the sky above the dwarven camp, and when the dwarves looked up at the sky, they were all shocked by the giant object in the sky, what is this!?
The fifty-meter-long round figure with silver light floated quietly in the sky like a sleeping whale, and before the dwarven soldiers could see the details, the hatch of the airship pod was opened, and dozens of small metal canisters fell from the sky, and then exploded above the heads of the dwarven soldiers.
"Watch out for the smoke!"
The dwarven officer reminded loudly that a dwarven soldier who had never been exposed to this aspect would not be able to effectively defend against tear gas.
"Ahem, it's poison gas!
These damn humans!
The dwarves choked on tear gas had red and tearful eyes, coughed loudly and scurried around like headless flies, while Luna and the others had put on gas masks at the beginning, and when the dwarves had made a mess, they boarded the airship via the cable.
Outside the Black Iron King City, the seven black dragons took the two dwarf legends farther and farther, this monster that can't be killed and can't be shaken off is really like the legendary seven evil dragons, even if only one head is cut off, it will grow again in the near future, the two dwarf powerhouses have tried their best to kill this monster, and whenever the strong decide to give up this monster and wreak havoc in the wild, this monster will rush to the Black Iron King City with determination, In this way, the two parties were at a stalemate here for a while.
In the Dwarven Temple, the dwarven cultivators were anxiously treating the injured caused by the previous seven black dragon raids.
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"Quickly prepare the herbs, and if someone can't stand it, give him a sip of magic potion!"
The leader of the dwarven practitioners was directing the practitioners to heal the wounded dwarves, some of the seriously injured dwarves had been poured with spirits mixed with magic potions, and the lightly injured were placed on the floor on the side of the temple hall and groaned and awaited treatment.
Although there are magic potions in the hands of the dwarves, the number is not much, the magic potions produced in the human world have been in short supply, basically few potions will flow out of the hands of foreign people, and the moon spring water originally had some in the dwarf temple, but it was taken away by the elders before, and the dwarven cultivators didn't know where to get it back for a while, fortunately, there are still a large number of medicinal herbs stored in the temple, these herbs that have a good effect on external injuries have always been a necessity for the daily practice of dwarf practitioners, Whether it is training martial arts or crafting weapons, it is inevitable that there will be some skin trauma, and cheap medicinal herbs are also in line with the philosophy of dwarven cultivators.
Baskets of herbs were mashed, and practitioners in linen robes carried pots of green medicinal juice between the wounded to relieve their pain.
A wounded dwarf let out a comfortable moan as he felt the coolness of the wound, and hope appeared in his eyes.
But in the next second, a long knife slammed through the back of the head of the dwarven cultivator who had just stood up after applying medicine to the wounded, and the long knife stabbed out of the dwarf's mouth, and drops of blood dripped down the dwarf's beard onto the wounded dwarf's face.
"Ah!!
h The frightened cries of the wounded shocked all the dwarves, and it was only then that the dwarves discovered that a metal giant had appeared in the temple at some unknown time, and that a dead dwarven practitioner was hanging from a long knife protruding from his wrist.
"Enemy attack!"
Without hesitation, the dwarven cultivators drew their weapons and rushed forward to surround the metal giants.
"Who are you!?"
The leader of the dwarven cultivators asked angrily at the metal giant with a one-handed axe.
"Dead people don't need to know my name."
The metal giant's voice was low and sonorous, and after casually shaking off the dwarven corpse in his hand without care, Spark, the Soul Eater, approached the dwarven cultivator step by step.
"Drink!"
The leader of the dwarven cultivators roared and took a step forward, his one-handed axe flashing cold and sweeping towards Spark's calf.
"Trash" Spark, unconcerned about the attack on his calf, bent down and reached out to grab at the top of the dwarven leader's head.
"Drink!"
The one-handed axe in the dwarven leader's hand did not exert the fighting spirit that Sparker had expected when it swept halfway through, and the dwarven leader changed his tactics again after the attack was issued, and then turned to Spark's outstretched right hand again.
There was a cacophony of gold and iron, and the dwarven leader, whose hands trembled, staggered back a few steps, and he looked in amazement at his enemy's unscathed right hand and at the jagged blade of his axe.
"Battle Formation!"
When the dwarven leader found that the enemy was strong, the leader did not hesitate to choose to use the collective power.
"I don't have time for you anymore."
Hearing the roar of the dragon in the distance, Sparker knew that it was already the limit for Neil to drag two legends alone, and if he continued to grind at this time, he would probably be blocked here by the legendary powerhouse.
Thinking of this, he stretched out his hands and slammed them on the ground, countless blades from the depths of the ground, in front of the soul domain of the Soul Eater, the non-legend was so fragile, ignoring the dwarven cultivator behind him who was pierced by the knife bush and howled in pain, Sparky strode towards the temple.