Grease (Seeking Recommendation)

The Gray Dwarves are attacking Dragon Tooth Village!

Using the mysteries of Ladder Cloud Steps, Roger stood on one foot on the crown of a tree, gazing into the distance.

Firelight dispelled the thick fog, and clamor broke the silence.

He saw densely packed Gray Dwarves surging towards the gate of Dragon Tooth Village like a tide.

The gate, which was not very sturdy to begin with, was quickly teetering under the Gray Dwarves' imposing impact.

In the towers on the gate,

villagers were shooting arrows outwards, and others were lifting stones to smash down.

Indeed, many Gray Dwarves died under the villagers' resistance.

But this was just a drop in the bucket.

There were simply too many Gray Dwarves! Roger roughly estimated.

The number of Gray Dwarves currently battering the village gate exceeded 600! The most terrifying thing was that this was not the Gray Dwarves' full strength.

Roger noticed that,

on the east and west sides of Dragon Tooth Village, two Gray Dwarf armies were flanking around.

Topographically, Dragon Tooth Village was located at the highest point of Yellowstone Island.

The southeast, west, and three sides relied on the mountains, providing natural cover.

But these mountains were not steep enough; in the end, the mountains in the swamp were just small mounds.

Roger noticed that these Gray Dwarves not only carried ropes, thick iron nails, and other climbing tools, but also carts of equipment covered by dark waterproof cloths.

"Are these Gray Dwarves going this far..."

Roger shook his head inwardly.

The number of Gray Dwarves participating in the Ambush on Dragon Tooth Village tonight might be close to 2,000. 2,000 Gray Dwarves.

What a terrifying number that was.

Even if they stood still and let Roger kill them, he might not be able to finish them off even if his hands were exhausted.

If Dragon Tooth Village did not have any unconventional trump cards, then even Roger would be powerless.

At most, he could only assist from the side and could not truly change the fate of the village.

Just at this moment,

another group of Gray Dwarves emerged from the dense forest beside Lettuce Avenue.

Unlike the previous group, who could only use their bodies to ram the village gate,

Roger saw siege weapons similar to engineering vehicles among this group of Gray Dwarves! This made Roger even more speechless.

At the same time, he was even more curious about what exactly was in the village that could make the Gray Dwarves mobilize so many troops? "Forget it, I'll kill as many as I can."

Roger jumped down from the tree crown and began his hunt tonight.

On a small hillside on the west side of the village,

a Gray Dwarf army was advancing, covering each other.

This hillside was covered with moist moss, and many small streams flowed down from it, making it quite difficult to walk.

Many Gray Dwarves fell as they walked, only to be stepped on by their companions behind them, seeing stars.

Fortunately, they were strong Gray Dwarves; if it were other races, this wave of trampling might have killed off a lot of troops.

"&……&6!"

The Gray Dwarves who were stepped on let out irritable curses.

But under the glare of a leader, they did not dare to make too much noise.

Suddenly, a burst of intense magical fluctuations came from the middle of the hillside.

It landed near a vehicle.

Before the Gray Dwarves could react, a deluge of grease appeared out of nowhere, drenching the nearby Gray Dwarves!

Hasty cries rang out.

As the grease rolled down, the Gray Dwarves in that area involuntarily face-planted.

At least twenty Gray Dwarves tumbled down the mountain.

This action triggered a chain reaction, and their companions behind them also suffered.

For a moment, the Gray Dwarves in that area were in complete chaos.

These monsters were already extremely irritable, and in their frenzy, they couldn't distinguish friend from foe.

With the greasy fat causing such a mess, many Gray Dwarves were squeezed together, and some, while pushing and shoving, actually started wrestling with each other!

The Gray Dwarf leader let out a series of low curses, but couldn't stop the situation from further spiraling into chaos.

The grease continued to spread.

Midway up the mountain.

Roger canceled his Stealth state and discarded the completely ruined "Grease" Magic Scroll with some regret.

Magic Scrolls like this, which could be used without any magic guidance, were extremely rare.

Among the Corpse Demon's collection, there were only 3 such scrolls.

The next moment, he lit the cotton-cored arrow with a flint.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Three arrows in quick succession landed at different points along the grease slick, forming a staggered formation.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! With the help of the mountain wind, the fire ignited instantly.

The Gray Dwarves' screams of agony erupted.

The asphalt and grease produced by the Grease spell had a wonderful catalytic effect.

In the blink of an eye.

The sea of fire that rose from the ground claimed the lives of more than twenty Gray Dwarves!

And the fire was still spreading!

More and more Gray Dwarves below were engulfed in the sea of fire.

The scene became incredibly chaotic.

After a successful strike, Roger turned and ran.

Halfway there, he couldn't help but look back.

Under the burning mountain fire, the tarpaulin covering the small vehicle was completely unrecognizable, vaguely revealing the true appearance of the vehicle.

It was a ballista! "Damn it!"

Roger felt a chill down his spine.

Such exaggerated things as ballistas had appeared.

And more than one! What were the Gray Dwarves trying to do? Slay a dragon?

As he thought this, a loud, clear cry suddenly rang out from the gate of Dragon Tooth Village.

The cry was clear and solemn, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding in Roger's heart.

His running limbs faltered for a second or two.

"It really is a dragon."

Roger looked towards the source of the dragon's roar with some shock.

On the tower above the gate of Dragon Tooth Village.

A petite dragon, green all over, was raising its neck and singing.

Its neck was very slender.

The wings spread out like two sea-green screens, the dragon scales on its body shimmering in the darkness.

"Is this a young dragon?"

"This color... is it a Green Dragon?"

Although it was inevitably shocking to see a dragon for the first time, Roger had already made a guess in his mind, so he quickly recovered from the shock.

This dragon was completely different from the behemoth he had imagined; it was almost excessively petite.

The innate Dragon Might certainly frightened many Gray Dwarves.

But more Gray Dwarves seemed to be pumped up with adrenaline, and they charged even more fiercely.

At the same time, on the mountains on the east and west sides.

The Gray Dwarves who had been in position long ago pulled open the waterproof tarpaulin covers.

A series of ballistae more than a meter long revealed their hideous fangs.

Under the control of the Gray Dwarves, the ballistae gradually aimed at the young dragon.

The young dragon roared angrily.

Its jaw began to bulge involuntarily.

Before long, it spewed its first Dragon Breath towards the bottom of the main gate! The emerald-green Dragon Flame swooped down, directly burning a large number of Gray Dwarves to ashes! This was the most magnificent flame Roger had ever seen! At the edge of the Dragon Breath, many Gray Dwarves, although not dead, had lost their combat effectiveness.

Roger forcibly resisted the urge to pick up the kills and reached towards the western slope again.

Now he already knew the trump card of Dragon Tooth Village.

They might have a close relationship with the Dragon Clan, but now only a young dragon was guarding them.

The Gray Dwarves didn't know where they got the news and came to their door.

They even prepared ballistae, a special weapon for slaying dragons! Roger was already out of reach of the eastern slope.

But he could at least clear the few ballistae on the west side and relieve some of the young dragon's pressure.

"I didn't expect Green Dragons to be so beautiful."

Roger felt that he had been deceived by fantasy novels. In his impression, Green Dragons were ugly and evil.

Then he glanced at the data bar inadvertently.

[Emerald Dragon (Young Dragon) LV21 ???] (Note 1)

"Damn it."

"I'm just uncultured."

Somewhat ashamed and indignant, Roger could only vent his anger on the Gray Dwarves.

(Note 1: Emerald Dragon, a type of Gem Dragon, is naturally curious and suspicious. The Dragon Breath of the Emerald Dragon in DND has a sonic effect, which has been modified in the novel)