"No!" the eighth-level dwarf warrior roared, waving a long-handled war hammer and rushed forward. The terrifying war hammer was filled with terrifying momentum, and at this moment it seemed like it was about to smash everything.

Leo's eyes condensed, with a somewhat fierce look on his face. The flames on the terrifying giant sword rose again. Although it was not as good as the flowing fire in the sky, the burst of crimson flames was a bit more condensed, ferocious and fierce, with a touch of sulfur.

The smell is very pungent!

This was the flame that originated from the depths of his blood. The terrifying power even made the dwarf lose his mind for a moment. At this moment, Leo used all his strength to kill, and the scarlet sword light struck, cleaning away countless dwarves who tried to block it.

"Hey, that little guy," the phantom of Ragnaros in the mid-air finally showed a vague thought when faced with Uncle Winter's continuous attacks, and his expression changed just now.

These ordinary so-called ninth-level strong men were too insignificant in his eyes. He didn't even bother to care about what a group of ants would do. The only larger ants that posed a slight threat to his power projection,

He is also relying on his superiority to suppress the opponent.

But Leo's full-strength attack just now, the strength displayed at that moment, came from the amazing power deep in the blood. Even Ragnaros was keenly aware of the power flashing out of this power.

able.

It's so vast and majestic, so terrifying, the smell of blood and fire permeates it, and the sulfur-like blood is accompanied by the amazing blood energy, rippling here.

Although that trace of power is extremely weak, its essence is to make terrifying existences like Ragnaros change their color. "What kind of power is this? It's strange, wrong!"

The next moment, the astonishing flames dissipated in an instant. Just when Ragnaros was still struggling with why this strange and terrifying power appeared on an ant, suddenly, the raging flames originated from the high ground.

The shadow suddenly weakened a lot, as if something was dissipating.

"That little guy, sneak attacked my source of power supply? These trash, just a few people, can't defend it!" Ragnaros's expression changed, even though he had noticed before due to this terrifying pure power

Arrived at Leo.

But given his identity, he was more concerned about why such an ant contained such terrifying power. He did not expect that these people were heading towards the altar enshrining him.

He instinctively thought that where his altar was, it must be guarded by countless dwarves to the death. There was no way it would be lost anyway, so naturally he would not pay attention to these trivial things. If it weren't for Leo's strength, everything below would be nothing but the one who kept on going.

He doesn't care if arrows threaten his elves.

Just some ants.

There is no difference in his eyes whether they are dwarves or soldiers from the marquisdom, especially now that he has manifested himself and is constantly attacking and killing each other with this terrifying power. Under such a situation, the dwarves even even

Can’t even hold on?

"Damn it!" Ragnaros shouted angrily, and the expression of the running Ramt changed dramatically. He had tried his best to avoid the Noldor elves that were locked on him, and he also wanted to run as hard as he could to strengthen the protection of the high ground where the altar was located.

However, he hurriedly and slowly hurriedly did not expect that the enemy's elite would be so terrifying. They rushed directly into the high ground with such overwhelming force that he had no time to react!

boom……

As the flaming giant sword smashed the altar into pieces, fiery red glass-like crystals exploded, as if something was being eliminated.

"Damn ants, I will remember you, useless dwarf, just as useless as your ancestors..." Ragnaros roared, he would not cause any substantial damage because of the dissipation of a trace of power projection, but this

So, it made him lose face!

What's more, he was just curious about Leo's bloodline, and even he had an indescribable intuition, which seemed to be of great use to him.

But when he was about to explore, he was cut off from further research, and naturally he was very frightened and angry.

The fire all over the sky suddenly disappeared, dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye, while green arrows penetrated the sky, constantly killing Ragnaros's remaining little power, and the astonishing war hammer kept swinging in the air, terrifying

The power is scattered everywhere!

But everyone can see that this Ragnaros, without this trace of power projection from the source of power, will not have any chance in the face of the terrifying arrows that are constantly coming.

"What should we do?" Some of the dwarf clan leaders trembled. They did not expect that Ragnaros's projection of power, the trump card that they were in awe and fear of, would be broken by the opponent.

Especially the Noldor elf who was obviously much more tyrannical than before, with such a terrifying long arrow that pierced the sky, and even the projection of power that could even shake Ragnaros. Such an astonishingly powerful person could actually be

enemy!

"We have lost, there is no hope," a senior dwarf turned pale. They did not expect that this would be the result after all the cards were revealed. They did not dare to imagine that after Ragnaros's projection was eliminated, the terrifying Noldor strongman would appear.

If they free their hands, what terrible killings they will face!

"How about surrendering?" A dwarf leader said.

"Surrender, will Ramt agree? He has already gone to the altar now," a dwarf leader said anxiously, appearing to be very hesitant and entangled, and even moved out of Ramt. To be fair, he did not want to surrender.

But he also knew how weak his right to speak was. Seeing that the dwarf patriarchs in the camp seemed to be willing to surrender, how willing was he to move out the alliance leader Ramt?

But he ignored one thing. Lamut's position as leader of the alliance was only achieved by relying on his strong strength and fierce style. Now the situation has been completely defeated, and the opponent's strength is far superior to his own.

How much more deterrence can Ramte give to everyone?

"Who is Ramut? What if he doesn't want to surrender? Can he stop that terrifying Noldor strongman? That's someone who can compete with Ragnaros' power projection!" A dwarf leader said disdainfully.

"That is, the strength of the Kingdom of the Lion Realm is terrifying. If Marquis Leo was able to destroy the Principality of Isha in such a short period of time, we are certainly no match for him," a dwarf clan leader also said. "Surrender is the most correct thing."

path.”

"Are we dwarves just going to succumb to those humans?" A dwarf said angrily, looking at his former friends.

"If you are unwilling to surrender, you can continue fighting. I must be responsible for the lives of our tribe," the former friend replied coldly.

"Yes, if you don't want to surrender, you can continue to stick here. We will not force you, but Karar, don't force us to stick with you, otherwise, hum..." A dwarf patriarch also disagreed.

Said politely.

"That's right, that's right. Everyone has the right to choose. Don't force others to die with you!" A dwarf leader said with a strong sense of disgust.

"You!" Kalal was naturally very angry. Although these people said they would not force him, how could his tribe and the few dwarf warriors compete with those terrifying Lion Realm soldiers?

Without the help of that terrifying strong man, just ordinary soldiers from the Lion Realm were enough to wipe out their Il tribe to the ground.

"Okay, don't say any more. If you want to surrender, stand on my left side. If you want to continue to hold on, stand where you are. We are all of the same race. We have gone through countless hardships to reach the continent of Pandor. In this strange world

On the mainland, the most cruel thing is for people of the same race to kill each other.

Everyone has the right to choose the path forward, please don't get too entangled," a respected dwarf leader stood up, walked to the front and said slowly with his left hand raised high.

In an instant, on his left hand side, most of the dwarf patriarchs had gathered. There were also dwarf patriarchs who were hesitantly and reluctantly moving towards there slowly. There were also dwarf patriarchs who were smiling happily and did not hesitate.

He stood there hesitantly.

In the end, Karar saw that he was the only one standing there, his face became more and more tangled, he was all alone.

"Karal, can you bear to see your entire tribe of El tribe wiped out and no one left?" A dwarf clan leader said after all because of their past friendship.

Karar became more and more entangled, and finally, after a moment, with a bit of misery, he walked towards where everyone was, his eyes seemed to have lost their luster, and were a little rosy.

After the dust settled, with the call from the dwarf patriarch, everyone had made up their minds. Perhaps without the dwarf patriarch, everyone would be quarreling, and it would be difficult to really decide to surrender. And Karar had a bitter look on his face, very sad.

It was a desolate feeling, as if I couldn't hold my head up.

Many dwarf chiefs, however, have no idea of ​​ridicule, because their hearts are as tragic as Kalal's. Their ancestors, in order to be free, escaped the clutches of Ragnaros and crossed the ocean to Pendor.

However, Pandor has been multiplying for hundreds of years, and now they have to choose to surrender again, or to surrender to the humans who used to look down on them. Everyone feels extremely uncomfortable.

"Look," the officers with the marquis title said with a little joy on their faces. Because of Ragnaros before, they retreated a long distance from the battlefield, but some higher-ranking officers finally saw that

The white flag slowly rises.

"These dwarves surrender!" someone shouted excitedly.

"Prepare to fight, be ready to assist the Marquis at any time!" Another officer shouted, rectifying his team. At this moment, when the white flag was raised, the soldiers of the Lion Realm who had suffered a tragic battle seemed to have regained their fighting spirit.

.

…

"Damn intruder," Ramte finally panted and rushed to the altar high ground. It is ridiculous to say that the altar high ground was not far from the coalition camp, but because of Freya's obstruction, he arrived

When the altar is on high ground, you should stay far behind the enemy troops rushing up from the mountain.

When he saw the great elders who had been hacked to death or seriously injured, as well as the broken altar, and the slowly dissipating fire in the sky, Ramte's heart was completely cold, but his heart was cold, and he looked at Leo

His eyes became more and more filled with hatred.

He naturally recognized Leo, and his previous flying ax was blocked by the opponent, letting him know that this young marquis was not only powerful, but also had extremely strong personal force, but he didn't care about that much now.

The warhammer roared, Ramt jumped up, twisted his shoulders, and the warhammer crashed down with terrifying power!

The fierce sound of the wind at this moment was even a bit harsh. The dwarves had no fighting spirit, but they had developed terrifying physical combat power, especially since Lamut had a good bloodline. The hammer was as heavy as wind and thunder, coming down heavily!

Leo looked at the heavy hammer that was attacking from the air, his expression became slightly serious, and with a muffled grunt, the huge Hellfire Heavy Sword came straight towards him.

Boom...

A dull sound sounded here, and the hellfire heavy sword, glowing with fire, changed again at the moment of the strike.

"You!" Ramte's color changed instantly. The previous exchange of two weapons was a bit difficult for him to accept. The power that the opponent burst out at this moment seemed to be endless, and he was crushed in an instant!

Even if the opponent has the blessing of fighting spirit, it is too terrifying. In this moment of confrontation, he has already gained the upper hand.

What made him even more unbelievable was that the opponent's change of moves was too fast. Just as the sword fell, and the fighting force was not exhausted, the opponent stabbed with another sword, and the raging fire on it struck him directly.

Burned his arm!

boom……

There was another roar, and Ramte roared. Even though his muscles were damaged, he faced it forcefully. Otherwise, with the next blow, the opponent's sword would have forcibly cut through half of his body.

But even if he caught it, the terrifying force directly pushed him to the ground, accompanied by terrible flames, which made him frightened.

There was another sword strike. Lamut was already on the ground with his war hammer. He used the long handle of the war hammer to forcefully block it. A mouthful of blood spurted out. His right arm muscles were almost burned out. There were white bones on it along with traces of tendons.

The severe pain even made his face look almost ferocious!

"Lamut, surrender," Leo pressed down the giant sword, the flames subsided slightly, and said slowly, "You are a rare genius in the dwarf tribe, and you are a top forging master. If you surrender, I will give you the best."

Good treatment.”

If Ramte was just an ordinary dwarf genius, Leo would naturally not bother to care, but Ramte is different. He is not only a genius of the dwarf tribe, but also a ninth-level top forger!

Great Forger, such a rare profession, the leader of the alliance is so talented that even Leo is a little bit shy about it.

"Humph, you are delusional. I am the leader of the dwarf tribe alliance, how could I surrender!" Ramte snorted coldly, endured the severe pain in his right arm with a ferocious expression, and said slowly.
Chapter completed!