Having subdued the elves, Lynn turned and left the forest. The Chaos Dragon landed at the forest's edge, and he leaped onto its back as the Dragon Legion continued south.
The Dwarf Kingdom lay amid the mountains in the southern Source Realm. Those mountains were formed of black rock, their surface covered in thick ash and the traces left behind by cooled lava.
The Dwarf King stood atop the gate tower of the underground fortress. He had already heard what had happened in the human kingdom and confirmed just how terrifying those goblin weapons were.
His kingdom's ironclad warships would not last long against weapons of that caliber.
But he had no intention of surrendering.
The dwarves worshipped the furnace and the anvil, the hammers in their hands, and tangible ores—not some "god."
Even mighty dragons and so-called "gods" could not make them yield!
Still, he did not intend to put up futile resistance. Instead, he intended to let that so-called "god" see that the will of the dwarves was harder than steel!
He ordered every city gate opened and the drawbridges lowered.
All the dwarves emerged from the mines and stood in the open square, raising their heads toward the approaching shadow in the sky. Some held torches, while others gripped hammers.
Their eyes were filled with profound fear, but none retreated.
Dwarves might not have been the strongest warriors, but they were certainly the bravest and most fearless!
When the Dragon Legion circled above the Dwarf Kingdom, the Dwarf King saw that the dragons did not descend, attack, or let out threatening roars.
Fortunately, the worst had not happened.
The Chaos Dragon flew at the forefront, its wings gleaming a dark cyan beneath the sunlight.
The so-called Supreme God on the Chaos Dragon's back still wore an indifferent