Strange Object

On the western hillside.

Roger, who had returned after leaving, quickly made his way up along a path.

Using the cover of night and the confusion, he unleashed Ladder Cloud Steps with all his might.

After a few leaps, he was nearing the mountaintop.

Although the chaos he had just created had successfully destroyed two ballistae, there were simply too many Gray Dwarves.

Three ballistae had been successfully brought up, installed in three separate directions atop the mountain.

Because of the earlier incident, the remaining Gray Dwarves had clearly heightened their vigilance.

They split into three teams, using the ballistae as their centers and covering one another.

This made things somewhat troublesome for Roger.

Although the Emerald Dragon atop the tower had drawn most of their attention, there was a lack of cover on the mountaintop.

If he acted rashly, his position would inevitably be exposed, and he would soon be hunted down by the Gray Dwarves.

He could not simply use Ladder Cloud Steps to fly over there, either.

The Gray Dwarves' human-wall tactics made such a reckless idea not only ridiculous but deadly.

"Unless my Ladder Cloud Steps can improve by another one or two grades."

As he watched helplessly while the Gray Dwarves' ballista adjustments drew closer and closer to completion,

Roger knew he had to pay a price.

At the main gate of Dragon Tooth Village.

The Gray Dwarves' wails echoed across the wilderness.

Wherever the rolling dragon breath reached, only mangled corpses and scorched earth remained.

Quite a few Gray Dwarves with tenacious vitality were still barely clinging to life.

But skin corroded by dragonfire was difficult to heal. Before long, accompanied by excruciating pain that reached the bones, the highly destructive, searing remnants would also claim their lives.

Under the innate suppression of dragon might, large numbers of Gray Dwarves began hesitating and refused to advance.

This gave the Emerald Young Dragon time to deal with the ballistae on both sides.

Clearly, it had noticed those murderous weapons as well.

Before long, the young dragon beat its wings and, lifted by the powerful air currents, flew straight to the western hillside!

The Gray Dwarves atop the mountain hurriedly adjusted their angles, attempting to attack the young dragon with the ballistae.

But the angle was far too poor.

The two giant bolts they fired merely aggravated the young dragon's rage.

Whoosh! Another stream of dragon breath swept over.

Compared with the one before the main gate, this stream of dragon breath was far smaller, covering only about one-fifth the area.

Even so,

the wrath of a true dragon still imbued the dragon breath with devastating power.

In the blink of an eye, one ballista was burned to ash by the emerald-green flames.

The ballista nearby was caught up in it as well and rendered useless.

Whoosh! Amid the fierce heavenly wind, a swift shadow shot over like the Grim Reaper coming to claim a life.

If not for the young dragon's small size allowing it to dodge quickly, its wings might well have been pierced by that thick bolt!

"Hiss... roar!"

The young dragon let out an enraged, humiliated cry.

It suddenly beat its wings and flew straight toward the eastern hillside where the bolt had been fired!

The waves of air generated by its flapping wings sent the nearby Gray Dwarves tumbling to the ground.

"Now."

Roger, who had been concealed for a long time, seized the opportunity and threw the object in his hand toward the last ballista!

"Elemental Bottle (Fire): High-Concentration Fire Element Polymer"

"Magic Abundance: 11"

"Throw/Detonate: Deals 18 points of fire damage per second within the effective burning radius"

"Maker: Roger"

The glass bottle smashed against the ballista and shattered on impact.

A sea of flames that was even more exaggerated than the earlier "Grease Spell + Fire Arrow" shot into the sky!

Many Gray Dwarves did not even have the chance to scream before losing their lives to the burning fire element.

"Done!"

Roger happily clapped his hands.

As long as he made sure all the ballistae were destroyed, the young dragon would not be in danger.

As long as the young dragon did not fall,

it was equivalent to having a super main tank holding the line in front and drawing the attention of all the Gray Dwarves.

Roger could naturally do whatever he wanted.

But just then, a roaring Gray Dwarf suddenly charged out of the sea of flames!

Amazingly, although he was running through the flames, he had not suffered the slightest injury!

"Is that the Gray Dwarf Chieftain?"

Roger had some impression of him.

The Gray Dwarf Chieftain charged furiously toward Roger.

He held a hand axe in each hand, and both looked extremely sharp.

Only now did Roger notice the comical hat on his head.

Rather than a hat, it looked more like a "crown."

It somewhat resembled the headwear worn by ancient Chinese people in his previous life.

Facing the aggressively charging Gray Dwarf Chieftain,

Roger calmly activated Cloud Mist Step, dodged his frontal charge, and then cast Qi Divination Technique.

"Martial Art Thief—Gray Dwarf Chieftain LV13 Life 360"

"Trait 1: Rough Stone Skin"

"Rough Stone Skin: The skin of Swamp Gray Dwarves is extremely rough, and most areas are wrapped in a layer of epidermis almost as hard as stone. This grants them extremely powerful resistance, especially against physical damage."

"Trait 2: Martial Arts Specialization"

"Martial Arts Specialization: This Gray Dwarf seems to have encountered a wondrous opportunity, granting him impressive martial arts skills."

"What?"

"A Gray Dwarf who knows martial arts?"

Although he found it somewhat absurd, after recalling the hat on the dwarf's head, Roger quickly accepted the premise.

In the blink of an eye, the two became locked in combat.

This was a monster with an elite template, and its level was one higher than Roger's.

Thus, from the moment they exchanged blows, Roger felt tremendous pressure.

The Gray Dwarf's hand axes were fierce and vicious. If he were careless and took a hit, he might well lose his life on the spot.

The Gray Dwarf truly possessed impressive martial arts skills.

After more than a dozen exchanges,

Roger grew increasingly alarmed.

Not only were his attacks fierce, but he also handled the details with great finesse.

The transitions between each move during his attacks were likewise layered and intricate.

His fighting style resembled a vast net being woven tighter and tighter, gradually devouring Roger's room to survive.

Roger quickly realized

that if he did not choose to level up, he might not be a match for this fellow!

Even if he leveled up, he might not have the chance to kill him in one strike.

Because he had not brought the Crimson Moon Blade!

"A Gray Dwarf who knows martial arts. You're pretty impressive."

"In that case... farewell."

Roger's mind stirred.

His entire body shot into the air, and with a stylish Uproot from Dry Land, he fled!

If I can't beat you, can't I run? I'm just taking advantage of the fact that Gray Dwarves are naturally short-legged! Roger thought righteously.

Who could have known that at that moment, a warning suddenly rose in his heart, while a chill wind swept up behind him.

Riiip!

To evade the sudden assassination attempt, Roger rolled across the ground several times, even tearing part of his clothes!

He glanced back and saw that, in order to pursue him, the Gray Dwarf Chieftain had thrown the hand axe in his hand!

There was no denying that his throwing technique was superb.

If Roger's reaction had not been quick...

Just thinking about it made Roger feel a little frightened.

Whoosh! Another hand axe came flying.

This time, having been prepared, Roger dodged it calmly.

The Gray Dwarf Chieftain let out an angry roar.

Roger stared at him, his eyes filled with bafflement. "Why are you being so fierce with me?"

The next second,

he turned around and charged back with his sword!

The cold gleam of the Qing Fu Sword flashed, and in the blink of an eye it stabbed several bloody holes into the Gray Dwarf Chieftain's chest!

"Without a weapon, you really thought I'd be afraid of you?"

Roger let out a laugh.

He had originally thought that a Gray Dwarf who knew martial arts would at least have some brains.

He had not expected him to be such a blockhead.

"So, practice martial arts without practicing your brain... What comes next again?"

Two minutes later,

Roger looked at the Gray Dwarf Chieftain's corpse, riddled with holes, and could not help shaking his head with a sigh.

He removed the faintly glowing hat and appraised it.

"White Raven's Crown/Curio/???"

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