Chapter 128: Wurzag

Sinuoli once again cast his gaze toward the severed limbs of the Night Goblins littering the ground; for Wuerzhage-Lv Xianzhi, who had only recently debuted and had been roaming the Southlands and the Badlands, the killing efficiency of the Dwarfs, relying on firearms, artillery, and flamethrowers, was something he had never seen before.

The Southlands were either skeletons wielding rusted weapons or Lizardmen in the jungles. The Savage Orcs, bare-chested and brandishing crude weapons, were evenly matched with those fellows, but when facing Dwarfs who had already begun to industrialize, they could only call it cruel.

"Fine, I suppose you count as cruel, but what about cunning? Kicking me hard in the backside wouldn't be proof of your cunning, would it?" Wuerzhage's face was hidden behind a ferocious mask, and Sinuoli did not know what expression he wore.

"Cunning? Come, come over here, and I'll prove it to you!" Sinuoli raised his left hand, seemingly gripping something in his palm, while at the same time, his right hand behind his back became restless again.

"Shrimp? I can't see it!" Wuerzhage muttered as he squeezed the war-pig beneath him; the massive war-pig, named "Rage-Ripper" by its master, snorted twice and carried him toward Sinuoli.

"Watch closely!" Sinuoli waited until Wuerzhage had closed the distance by three or four body lengths before suddenly throwing his warhammer at him with his right hand.

"Wahahaha! I guessed it! Trying to sneak an attack on me, the great Green Prophet? Your stone head isn't good enough!" Wuerzhage seemed to have truly anticipated it; he turned halfway on the war-pig and knocked Sinuoli's warhammer away with the bone-wood staff in his left hand.

On one hand, Sinuoli's Storm Hammer was still cooling down; although he trained diligently, his own throwing power was still lacking a bit of force.

On the other hand, Wuerzhage's own strength was formidable; although he was a spellcaster, he was still a powerful Orc favored by Gork and Mork. The staff in his hand, covered in magic runes and hanging with a pile of strange charms, was of a quality no lower than Sinuoli's warhammer.

Suddenly, Wuerzhage, who was laughing maniacally, realized something was wrong; he had knocked away Sinuoli's warhammer with a dull thud, but did he hear another sound in his ear?

Wuerzhage hurriedly turned his head; what he saw was the headless corpse of Skarsnik, and to ensure he was truly dead, there was also a large hole in his chest.

"Well done!" Sinuoli smiled at Buluokesen behind him; the young Engineer was lightly blowing the smoke from the muzzle of his double-barreled rifle.

Just a moment ago, Sinuoli had thought quickly, using his courage and wit to attract the curiosity of Wuerzhage-Lv Xianzhi; when he was lured forward, Skarsnik, who had been blocked behind his war-pig, was exposed.

Although Buluokesen had the space to fire at that moment, Sinuoli felt it was not enough. Sinuoli did not know how fast the reaction of this legendary Green-skin Prophet was, or if he had more hidden cards.

To ensure nothing went wrong, he attacked first again, creating an opportunity for Buluokesen to land the kill after drawing his attention!

"Gulu gulu!" A pile of garbled words bubbled from Wuerzhage's throat; no one knew if he was issuing orders, talking to himself, or communicating with the Green-skin gods he served.

After a moment of silence, Wuerzhage raised his head, his scarlet eyes staring at Sinuoli through the mask.

"That little brat being killed by you, killed, only means he wasn't good enough! I reckon I really looked for the wrong one!" Wuerzhage said with his mouth wide open, somewhat vaguely.

"You, indeed, are cunning and cruel, short-beard, I heard Them call your name! I will remember this debt!" Wuerzhage left behind a harsh threat, rode his war-pig over the remains of Skarsnik, and disappeared into the dense forest.

"Phew!" Sinuoli let out a long breath and collapsed onto the ground. This battle had been full of twists and turns, but fortunately, he had finally achieved his goal.

"Clean up the battlefield! I, no, I need to rest!" Sinuoli forced himself to stand up again, although after the repeated games of wit and physical struggle, he was literally exhausted in both body and mind.

But having just successfully carried out the oracle of the Ancestor Goddess, he, this Chosen of the Goddess, could not collapse on the ground without regard for his appearance.

"Thank you to everyone here for fighting to the death! I believe that through these victories, we will eventually settle every deep-seated grudge and restore the glory of the Mountain Kingdom!"

Sinuoli spoke a few perfunctory words, but he knew that what was more important right now was the real goods—shiny Dwarf Gold Coins.

"Bulimu-Buluokesen, son of Buluoke, the head of the Engineer Guild of Jiliuguan, today he commanded the artillery team to inflict outstanding damage on the enemy, and finally personally killed the great enemy designated by the Mother Goddess! I am fulfilling my promise and rewarding him with ten Oath Gold!"

Sinuoli began the commendation on the spot; as for the pursuit, well, after Wuerzhage-Lv Xianzhi had displayed his powerful strength, neither Sinuoli's subordinates nor the Dwarfs of Fearless Fort had any such thoughts.

It was the duty of Sinuoli's subordinates to protect the caravan, supporting Karak-Azgalaz was out of kinship, and fighting to kill Skarsnik was for the oracle of the Mother Goddess.

And although the Dwarfs of Fearless Fort had thoughts of pursuing, on one hand, they could not catch up, and on the other, they were already near their limit after the long siege. As for the Ogre Mercenaries and the Human troops, it went without saying.

"Come, warriors, collect your well-deserved rewards, and then clean up the battlefield, lest green mushrooms sprout again next year!" Sinuoli took out ten Oath Gold, placed them into Buluokesen's hand, and continued.

Upon hearing this, Qiangsen-Jian Dun and his teammates took out the money bags they carried and began distributing the Dwarf Gold Coins—Sinuoli had long understood the principle that there must be brave men under heavy rewards; compared to words, the clinking of gold coins was undoubtedly more powerful in boosting morale.

Every Human received the amount they were due; for a time, praises for Prince Sinuoli's generosity resounded through the sky, and in contrast, Sinuoli's subordinates felt that every gold coin distributed was as painful as cutting the same volume of flesh from their own bodies.

Watching his wealth being distributed, Sinuoli did not feel any discomfort. Realizing at this moment that he had gradually overcome the Kezhinzheng deep in his bloodline, before he could savor the beauty of overcoming himself, Iron-Head Ahetanmu approached.

"Boss, my, my pay?" He scratched his helmeted head, and although he kept his head down, he kept eyeing Sinuoli's expression.

"By the wrath of Grimnir! You have the nerve to ask for this?" Sinuoli glared at Ahetanmu.

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