Chapter 143: Alchemy Messenger Eagle! Falco

Just at this moment, Mike's gaze inadvertently fell upon a smashed tavern nearby.

In the tavern, several huge oak barrels rolled out, and clear liquid flowed from the broken barrels.

A strong, familiar wine aroma drifted over.

That is... the strong liquor of Vanguard Valley!

It was the merchandise they brought this time, prepared for trade!

A crazy, bold idea instantly formed in Mike's mind.

He stood up violently and rushed into that tavern.

"Mike! What are you doing!"

Falco shouted hurriedly.

Mike did not answer; he soon carried out an intact wooden barrel filled with strong liquor from the tavern.

"Falco! Patriarch Bagelumu!"

Mike's voice trembled somewhat from excitement.

"I have a way!"

"Let's set a fire!"

"Use this strong liquor to create a wall of fire in this narrow mine tunnel!"

"A wall of fire that they absolutely cannot cross!"

Bagelumu and Falco were both stunned.

They looked at Mike's eyes, which were shining amazingly under the firelight, and a thought surged in their hearts at the same time.

This noble young master who usually looked a bit lazy.

Perhaps, he could really create a miracle!

"Set a fire?"

Bagelumu looked at Mike, his huge eyeballs filled with doubt.

"With just this little bit of wine, how long can it burn?"

"Those lunatics of the Fire Beard Tribe, as soon as the fire goes out, they will still rush over!"

Mike placed the heavy barrel of strong liquor on the ground, his chest heaving violently from the rapid running.

"Not just this little bit!"

He pointed to the ruins of the tavern and several other shops that had been smashed nearby.

"Those are all goods brought by our caravan!"

"To show our sincerity this time, we brought ten whole carts of strong liquor!"

"It's enough! It's absolutely enough!"

His voice carried an unquestionable decisiveness.

This momentum made even the battle-hardened Bagelumu pause.

The human youth before him seemed to have been reborn in this instant.

Falco struggled to stand up; he clutched his painful chest, looking at Mike with burning eyes.

"Mike, what do you want to do?"

Mike took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, his brain spinning rapidly.

"Patriarch Bagelumu, immediately have your men move all the strong liquor barrels they can find to the entrance of that mine tunnel!"

He pointed to the narrow mine tunnel that led to the rear of their station and was also the only path leading toward the mining fortress.

"Stack the barrels to form an obstacle!"

"Find some more flammable things, wood, cloth, anything will do, stack them in front of the barrels!"

Although Bagelumu still had some doubts, he saw the determination in Mike's eyes.

In this situation, it was better to treat a dead horse as a living one!

"Good!"

He roared and ordered his warriors who had survived the disaster.

"Did you all hear! Do as this human kid says! Fast!"

The surviving Stone Hammer dwarves immediately took action.

They rushed into the destroyed shops, exerting all their strength to carry barrels of heavy strong liquor to the entrance of the mine tunnel.

Mike turned to Falco.

"Falco, you are too heavily wounded, you must treat your wounds immediately."

"Leave the rest to me!"

"No!"

Falco refused without even thinking.

"I am an envoy sent by Master Roko, my mission is to protect you."

"I must fight until the last moment."

"In your current state, how can you still fight!"

Mike was anxious, his voice involuntarily raised a few notches.

"If you stay here, you will only drag us down!"

"Listen, Falco, now is not the time to be a hero!"

"We need you alive! Master Roko also needs you alive to tell him the intelligence here!"

Mike's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Falco's heart fiercely.

Yes, Master Roko.

If he died here, the Master would never know what happened in the Dwarf Mountains.

He looked at Mike's face, which was covered in dust and blood but exceptionally firm, and finally nodded.

"Good, I'll listen to you."

"But, Mike, you must be careful yourself!"

Mike nodded heavily, then turned and ran toward the busy dwarves.

He personally directed the dwarves to stack the barrels of strong liquor neatly, blocking most of the mine tunnel.

He also had people find many broken tables and chairs, tent canvas, and stack them in front of the barrels.

Soon, a simple defensive line half a person high, composed of strong liquor and debris, appeared at the mine tunnel entrance.

The air was filled with a strange smell mixed with the rich aroma of wine and the stench of blood.

Just at this moment, heavy footsteps came again from the end of the street.

The warriors of the Fire Beard Tribe were back!

They indeed hadn't gone far, just waiting for the signal to attack the mining fortress.

Now, they wanted to finish off Bagelumu and these remnants first.

Looking at the figures rushing over again like a red tide, the surviving Stone Hammer dwarves had expressions of despair on their faces.

They no longer had the strength to fight another battle.

"Everyone back!"

Mike roared, standing in front of that simple defensive line, holding a torch in his hand.

This was something he had just found in a ruin that was still burning.

The dwarves subconsciously retreated behind Mike.

Bagelumu also dragged his exhausted body to Mike's side, gripping his warhammer tightly.

"Kid, if your method doesn't work, even if I die, I will drag that bastard Huorong to hell with me!"

Mike didn't speak, his eyes staring fixedly at the approaching enemies.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Ten meters.

The faces of the Fire Beard warriors, distorted by the potion and filled with crazy killing intent, were already clearly visible.

"Now!"

Mike threw the torch in his hand fiercely toward the pile of debris soaked in strong liquor.

"Boom!"

A huge mass of flames rose up suddenly!

The dozen or so Fire Beard warriors rushing at the very front were instantly swallowed by the flames, letting out shrill screams and turning into fire people rolling on the ground.

But this was merely the beginning.

"Smash the barrels!"

Mike gave the order again to the dwarves behind him.

The dwarves reacted, raising the warhammers in their hands and smashing them fiercely toward those oak barrels filled with strong liquor.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The barrels shattered.

High-concentration strong liquor surged out from the barrels like a broken dam.

It flowed on the ground and met that mass of raging flames.

The next second.

"Boom!"

A crimson wall of fire several meters high instantly rose from the ground in the narrow mine tunnel!

Scorching, destructive heat waves swept in all directions.

The temperature of the entire mine tunnel rose sharply!

Those Fire Beard warriors who had just rushed to the front couldn't react at all and were completely swallowed by this sudden wall of fire.

They didn't even have time to scream before they were burned to charcoal in the extreme high temperature.

The Fire Beard warriors behind were so frightened by this terrifying scene that they stopped in their tracks.

Although they were controlled by the potion and lost their reason, the biological instinct of fear toward fire still existed.

They roared and screamed, but never dared to take another step forward.

That wall of burning fire stood like an insurmountable chasm, blocking their path forward tightly.

"Success!"

"We succeeded!"

The surviving Stone Hammer dwarves looked at this spectacular and terrifying scene, erupting into cheers that shook the sky.

They looked at the youth who was standing in front of the wall of fire, holding a longsword, whose figure was not tall.

Their eyes were filled with awe and gratitude. Bagelumu also looked at all this blankly; he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

He knew that Mike had saved them all.

Mike's tense nerves finally relaxed.

His legs went soft, and he almost collapsed to the ground, fortunately being supported by Bagelumu beside him.

"Well done, kid!"

Bagelumu's voice carried a trace of trembling.

Mike panted heavily, but a smile appeared on his face.

"It's not over yet."

"This wall of fire can't burn for too long."

"We must seek help from Master Roko as soon as possible!"

He looked at Falco.

Falco had already had his wounds simply bandaged with the help of a dwarf medic.

His complexion was still pale, but his eyes were much clearer.

"You are right."

Falco nodded.

"We must report the situation here to the Master immediately!"

"Only the Master can solve the crisis before us!"

They were trapped in this station, with the Fire Beard Tribe's army in front and back, and the only exit was that burning mine tunnel.

Although the wall of fire temporarily blocked the enemy, they couldn't get out either.

"Use the Alchemy Messenger Eagle!"

Falco said.

"In our caravan, we brought two Alchemy Messenger Eagles, just in case!"

"As long as the letter can be sent out, the Master will definitely have a way!"

Hope was ignited again.

They immediately took action.

Falco disregarded his wounds and wrote personally, writing down everything that happened here at the fastest speed.

The betrayal of the Fire Beard Tribe, the terror of the red potion, the crisis of the mining fortress—

Every word was soaked in blood and despair.

Mike found the cage containing the Alchemy Messenger Eagle.

Fortunately, the cage had not been damaged in the previous melee.

That mechanical bird made entirely of brass and crystal was staying quietly in the cage, its eyes flashing with faint spiritual light.

Falco rolled the written letter into a small scroll and stuffed it into the metal tube on the eagle's leg.

Then, he stroked the cold feathers of the messenger eagle and said softly in a weak voice.

"Go, child."

"Fly to Vanguard Valley, fly to the side of Master Roko Raymond."

"Bring our final hope to him."

He opened the cage.

The Alchemy Messenger Eagle let out a crisp cry; it vibrated its metal wings and flew out of the cage.

It circled above everyone's heads, as if memorizing the coordinates here.

Then, it shot upward into the sky.

Passing through the roof of the station ruins, it flew toward the gloomy sky of Ironforge.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

They watched nervously at that mechanical bird carrying all their hope.

However, the accident happened.

Just as the Alchemy Messenger Eagle was about to fly out of Ironforge toward the wider sky outside.

A huge net made of black energy suddenly shot out from a building below, fast as lightning, covering the messenger eagle instantly!

"No!"

Everyone's heart sank to the bottom.

It's the people from the Poison Scorpion Society!

They had anticipated this step long ago!

Vanguard Valley, Lord's Mansion.

In the council hall, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Roko sat in the main seat, his face as calm as water.

His fingers tapped lightly on the cold armrest, one by one.

In the center of the hall, Martina, Hart, Bake, Falco, and other core members were all present.

Their faces also carried grave expressions.

Just a moment ago, an Alchemy Messenger Eagle from the Dwarf Mountains, covered in wounds and exhausting its last bit of energy, fell into the courtyard of the Lord's Mansion.

One of its wings was already broken.

On its body, there were still traces of evil, dark energy corrosion.

Scout Captain Bake respectfully handed the letter taken from the messenger eagle's leg to Roko.

The letter was written by Falco.

Roko finished reading the letter without saying a word.

He simply placed the thin sheet of paper, which carried endless blood and despair, gently on the table.

But everyone in the hall could clearly feel the terrifying aura emanating from their lord, like a volcano about to erupt.

That was anger, cold to the extreme.

"Bake."

Roko finally spoke; his voice was calm, but it made everyone present feel a chill from their souls.

"Read the content of the letter to everyone."

"Yes, Master."

Bake picked up the letter, took a deep breath, and began to read in a heavy voice.

"Respected Master Roko, the situation in the Dwarf Mountains is extremely critical—"

When Bake read that the Fire Beard warriors had become lunatics who only knew how to kill after taking the red potion, the minotaur Falco let out an angry low growl, his huge fists clenching and making cracking sounds.

When reading that the Stone Hammer Tribe station was attacked, hundreds of dwarf warriors died tragically, and Falco was heavily wounded while protecting Mike, Hart's eyes ignited with raging anger.

And when Bake read that Mike used strong liquor to create a wall of fire in a desperate situation, temporarily holding off the enemy and winning a glimmer of breathing room for them.

Expressions of surprise and relief appeared on everyone's faces.

That former noble young master had really grown up.

Finally, Bake read the end of the letter.

"When the Alchemy Messenger Eagle took off, it encountered an interception by the Poison Scorpion Society; although it luckily escaped, it was heavily wounded, and whether this letter can be delivered to your hands is unknown."

"The mining fortress is in imminent danger; Mike and I will live and die with the Stone Hammer Tribe."

"Falco, final words."

The letter was finished.

The hall was dead silent.

Everyone's gaze was focused on Roko.

They were all waiting, waiting for their lord's decision.