Such crude armor—though everyone on the continent knew the other races were desperately poor, poor enough to shed crumbs, the dwarves were still dwarves. Even if berserk dwarves were not skilled in forging, all they needed was to find some miscellaneous metal ore to forge themselves a full suit of chainmail and a metal shield.
Yet these berserk dwarves merely draped themselves in beast hides, hefted wooden shields, and charged at the heavily defended Norman Fortress.
When the arrows fell, countless sprays of blood burst among the crowd. The bolts fired by the magical ballistae were over two meters long; dwarves coughed blood as the thick shafts nailed them to the ground. They did not even have the strength to struggle before their bodies convulsed and they swallowed their final breath.
Lin Qi raised his head. In his field of vision, he saw a rugged, barrel-shaped man with a face buried beneath thick beard floating behind a translucent vortex. The souls of vast numbers of dwarf warriors rose continuously into the sky. Wearing a radiant smile, the man collected every dwarf soul into a strange metal vessel in his hand.
Wave after wave of arrows descended, killing and wounding great numbers of dwarves beneath the dense barrage. Just as even the brave and fearless berserk dwarves were beginning to fear charging onward, a short wolf-like man suddenly emerged from the assaulting ranks. Raising a thick bone staff, he howled himself hoarse, "Great God of Dwarves, shelter Your believers and protect Your warriors!"
The rugged man floating in the air gave a peculiar smile. Casually, he pulled out a clump of dwarf souls from the metal vessel—at a glance, there seemed to be around a thousand of them. He kneaded those dwarf souls into pulp with one squeeze, then stuffed them