Chapter 142: The Actions of the Fire Beard Tribe! Controlling the Entire Dwarf Mountains!

Roko simply raised the longsword in his hand.

"Great Sun Slash."

His voice was very light.

But his sword was very bright.

So bright that it seemed to outshine the moon in the sky.

A golden, scorching miniature sun that seemed capable of burning everything condensed at the tip of his sword.

Then, it erupted with a boom.

There was no violent explosion sound.

Only extreme light and extreme heat.

The poison mist that was enough to melt steel instantly seemed not to exist in front of that sun.

It was evaporated into nothingness instantly.

And "Viper," who was at the center of the sun.

Disappeared from this world completely before he could even let out a scream.

Not even a trace of his existence was left behind.

The hall returned to silence.

Only a faint burnt smell remained in the air.

Hart and the Storm Knights looked at the young lord who was still maintaining his sword-swinging posture.

Their eyes were filled with fanatical worship.

This was their lord!

A man like a god!

Roko slowly retracted his longsword.

He walked to the place where "Viper" had disappeared.

A silver scorpion-shaped token was lying quietly on the ground.

The token had not been destroyed in the previous attack.

Roko picked it up.

On the back of the token, another complex emblem was engraved.

It was a crossed scepter and longsword.

The private emblem of the Third Prince of the Black Kingdom.

A knowing arc appeared at the corner of Roko's mouth.

It seems the water in the Royal Capital is deeper than I imagined.

He tucked the token into his bosom.

The stone door of the central council hall in the dwarf city of Ironforge closed heavily.

The peace negotiations that had lasted for several days had completely broken down.

Bagelumu, the Patriarch of the Stone Hammer Tribe, walked out from inside with an ashen face.

Behind him, the expressions of Falco and Mike were equally grave.

"Bastards! A bunch of idiots whose eyes are blinded by gold coins and lies!"

Bagelumu punched the stone wall beside him; a shallow pit was smashed into the hard rock, and gravel fell.

"That bastard Fire Beard, he never intended to negotiate at all!"

"Every word he said was to sow discord, splashing all the dirty water onto our Stone Hammer Tribe!"

Falco sighed.

"Patriarch, we should have thought of this long ago."

"Since the Poison Scorpion Society has already intervened, they won't let us reach a reconciliation easily."

"What they want is chaos throughout the entire Dwarf Mountains."

Mike looked at Bagelumu's huge palms, which were trembling slightly from anger, and felt blocked in his heart.

These past few days, following Falco and Bagelumu, he had witnessed with his own eyes how ridiculous this so-called "Dwarf Tribe Meeting" was.

Fire Beard, the Patriarch of the Fire Beard Tribe, did not listen to any reason at all; he insisted that the Stone Hammer Tribe colluded with humans, betrayed the interests of the dwarves, and privately swallowed the strong liquor from Vanguard Valley.

No matter how Bagelumu explained or brought out the fair trade contract signed by Master Roko, Fire Beard turned a deaf ear.

He even incited other neutral tribes, saying that Roko was an enemy of the Temple of Light, an evil heretic, and that whoever cooperated with Roko was a public enemy of all dwarves.

Some tribes that were originally quite friendly also began to waver under Fire Beard's incitement and the secret bribery of the Poison Scorpion Society, and they began to accuse the Stone Hammer Tribe one after another.

The entire meeting turned into a struggle session against the Stone Hammer Tribe.

"What should we do now?"

Mike couldn't help but ask.

He was no longer that noble young master who only knew how to follow behind Roko and needed others to arrange everything.

At the founding meeting of the New Wind Alliance, after witnessing Roko's iron-fisted methods, he had grown a lot.

He knew that now was not the time for complaining and anger; they had to come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible.

Bagelumu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Return to our station first."

"Since Fire Beard has torn off his mask, he will never let it go."

"We must prepare for battle immediately."

Falco nodded, his eyes sharp.

"I will immediately send someone to deliver the message to Master Roko."

"Everything that happened here must be known to the Master."

However, they still underestimated Fire Beard's shamelessness and the madness of the Poison Scorpion Society.

Just as they had walked out of the council hall and were preparing to return to the Stone Hammer Tribe's station in Ironforge.

"Moo!"

A shrill and sharp horn sound suddenly pierced the tranquility over Ironforge.

Immediately following, the sounds of shouting and the loud noise of weapons clashing erupted violently from the direction of the Stone Hammer Tribe's station!

"No!"

Bagelumu's complexion changed drastically.

"That despicable guy Fire Beard! He actually dared to strike directly inside Ironforge!"

The three of them didn't even think, immediately turning and running wildly toward the direction of the station.

When they rushed around a street corner, the scene before them made their blood freeze instantly.

The Stone Hammer Tribe's station had already turned into a sea of fire.

Countless dwarf warriors wearing fire-red armor were rushing toward the station's defensive line like a tide.

They were warriors of the Fire Beard Tribe!

But at this moment, the appearance of these warriors seemed incomparably strange.

Every one of their eyes had turned a terrifying crimson, with not a shred of reason inside, only pure madness and desire for slaughter.

Their bodies also seemed to have expanded a circle, and blue veins bulged on their exposed skin like earthworms.

Every time the warhammers and giant axes in their hands were swung, they carried terrifying power far exceeding their usual levels.

"It's that red potion!"

Falco's pupils shrank violently.

In his previous investigations, he had already learned that the Poison Scorpion Society used this evil potion to control and strengthen their puppets.

He just didn't expect Fire Beard to be so insane as to use this stuff on all his warriors!

In the station, the hundreds of Stone Hammer Tribe warriors left behind, although all experienced veterans, were retreating steadily in front of these fearless lunatics.

The defensive line was torn open again and again.

A Stone Hammer Tribe warrior had just used his shield to block an incoming warhammer, the huge force causing the web between his thumb and index finger to split.

Before he could catch his breath, another Fire Beard warrior with crimson eyes had already roared and chopped an axe toward his neck.

Blood sprayed out.

The head of that Stone Hammer warrior flew high, his face still wearing an expression of disbelief.

"For the glory of Stone Hammer!"

Bagelumu let out a roar that shook the sky, and he rushed into the battlefield like a crazed giant bear.

The huge warhammer in his hand stirred up a bloody storm.

Every Fire Beard warrior who approached him was smashed into broken bones and brains by his hammer.

Falco also drew his longsword and followed closely behind.

His swordsmanship was honed under Roko's personal guidance, sharp and efficient.

Every sword thrust inevitably resulted in an enemy falling.

Mike also rushed up with red eyes, waving his longsword.

He knew his strength was not great, but he could not retreat.

He stayed close to Falco, using all his strength to block attacks from the flanks for him.

Blood soon stained his armor red.

The warm liquid splashed onto his face, carrying a rust-like fishy smell.

But he was not afraid; there was only a burning anger in his heart.

Bagelumu's joining temporarily stabilized the defensive line that was about to collapse.

But the number of Fire Beard Tribe members was simply too large, and they were completely unafraid of death.

Even if their arms were chopped off, they would still bite the enemy with their teeth.

Even if their chests were pierced, they would still smash the weapons in their hands toward the Stone Hammer Tribe warriors before dying.

"This won't do!"

Falco stabbed an enemy through with his sword and shouted urgently to Bagelumu.

"There are too many of them! We will be worn down to death!"

Bagelumu smashed a Fire Beard warrior's head like a rotten watermelon with his hammer, panting heavily as he said.

"Must break out! Return to our mining fortress!"

"Only there can we use the terrain to block them!"

However, Fire Beard had already anticipated this point.

On the street behind them, at some point, a reserve force of the Fire Beard Tribe exceeding a thousand people had appeared, completely blocking their path of retreat.

And at the very front of that troop, Fire Beard, the Patriarch of the Fire Beard Tribe, was hugging his arms, looking at them with a ferocious smile.

"Bagelumu, my old friend."

Fire Beard's voice was full of triumph and spite.

"Today is the day your Stone Hammer Tribe is removed from the Dwarf Mountains!"

Bagelumu's eyes were almost spitting fire.

"Fire Beard! You traitor to the dwarves! You actually colluded with the Poison Scorpion Society to use this evil stuff to harm your own kin!"

"Kin?"

Huorong acted as if he had heard some huge joke.

"From the moment your Stone Hammer Tribe knelt and licked that human lord, you were no longer worthy of being our kin!"

"I am clearing out the scum among the dwarves, maintaining the purity and glory of our dwarf race!"

"Kill them!"

Huorong waved his hand violently.

"Leave none alive!"

The reserve force also joined the battlefield, and the pressure on the Stone Hammer Tribe increased sharply.

The defensive line was instantly crushed.

In the melee, an elite captain of the Fire Beard Tribe set his sights on Falco, who was fighting hard.

He roared, the giant axe in his hand carrying the force of a thousand jun, chopping fiercely toward Falco's back.

"Careful!"

Mike's eyes were about to split; he wanted to rescue him, but he was tightly entangled by two enemies and couldn't get away at all.

Falco felt the evil wind behind him; he turned around violently, raising his sword to block.

"Clang!"

A loud noise.

Falco's body was hit as if by a wild bull, flying backward and hitting the wall heavily.

The longsword in his hand was shaken away.

"Pfft!"

Falco spat out a large mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning pale.

The power of that axe was too strong, almost shattering his internal organs.

That Fire Beard captain smiled ferociously, raising his giant axe again, preparing to finish off this human.

"No!"

Mike let out a roar; he finally rushed over at the cost of being slashed by another enemy, blocking in front of Falco.

He raised his sword, using all his strength to meet the falling giant axe.

"Clang!"

Mike only felt an irresistible huge force coming from the sword.

His arm instantly lost sensation, and the longsword slipped from his hand.

His whole body was also smashed to his knees on the ground.

Finished.

Mike's heart was ice cold.

He looked at the giant axe that was raised again, flashing with cold light, and felt the arrival of death for the first time.

Sorry, Master Roko.

I might die here.

Just at this critical moment.

A Stone Hammer warrior covered in blood rushed over from the side, using his own body to tightly hug the leg of that Fire Beard captain.

"Run! Take them and run!"

That Stone Hammer warrior let out his final roar toward Mike.

The next second.

The giant axe fell, chopping fiercely into his back.

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.

Mike looked at this scene blankly, his brain blank.

"Ahhhhh!"

An unprecedented anger erupted from the bottom of his heart.

He picked up the longsword on the ground and rushed toward that Fire Beard captain like a crazed beast.

However, just at this moment.

Behind the battlefield, beside Huorong, a man wearing a black robe and a mask suddenly spoke.

His voice was hoarse and cold.

"Stop playing, Huorong."

"Our goal is to control the mineral resources and military industry of the entire Dwarf Mountains."

"Not to waste time here."

Huorong glanced at Bagelumu and the others who were in a desperate situation, feeling somewhat unwilling.

But he dared not disobey this person's order.

"Yes, Deacon."

The black-robed person nodded, then took out a black object similar to a signal gun from his bosom and aimed it at the sky.

"Shoo!"

A mass of black flames shot into the sky.

Exploding in the air into a ferocious scorpion pattern.

Seeing this signal.

Those Fire Beard warriors who were still attacking crazily actually seemed to have received some kind of instruction and began to retreat slowly.

They retreated like a tide and soon disappeared at the end of the street.

On the battlefield, only a ground full of corpses and the wounded survivors of the Stone Hammer Tribe remained.

There were less than a hundred Stone Hammer Tribe warriors.

They leaned against the wall, panting heavily, everyone's face filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and the grief of losing companions.

Bagelumu helped up the heavily wounded Falco and glanced at Mike, who was covered in blood, his lips trembling, unable to say a word.

"What—what do they want to do?"

Mike looked at the direction where the Fire Beard Tribe retreated and asked in confusion.

Falco struggled and said: "They are not retreating."

"They want to trap us to death here."

"Then, concentrate all their strength to attack our mining fortress!"

Bagelumu's complexion turned pale instantly.

In the mining fortress, although there were still over a thousand clansmen, most were craftsmen responsible for forging and their families; there were less than three hundred real warriors!

They couldn't block the Fire Beard Tribe's army of thousands who had taken the potion at all!

"We must go back immediately!"

Bagelumu roared.

But they were blocked.

The streets in front and back were both blocked by the Fire Beard Tribe's army.

Despair, like a cold tide, drowned everyone.