"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
After passing through several hundred ters of the cave, there was a crescent-shaped valley. Within the valley, two-story wooden houses sprang up, and through these houses, one could see an endless wheat field gleaming with a golden hue.
Upon hearing the sound of the enemy’s assault, hundreds to thousands of wild dwarves of varying heights rushed out from the wooden houses.
"Tashi, take the children and hide in the cave behind the valley, quickly!"
A burly middle-aged wild dwarf hurriedly donned leather armor, ard himself with a spare hand axe and javelin, while urging his wife and children.
Tashi, looking nervous and worriedly at her husband, also knew that now was not the ti to waste ti, and she admonished her husband,
"Lawrence, be careful."
Without waiting for her husband to urge her further, Tashi quickly led her two young children towards the back of the valley.
Lawrence watched the backs of his wife and two children as they left, assuring himself silently,
"Don’t worry, I will definitely co back."
After all, he was a Level 6 Warrior, considered to be an elite, powerful warrior in the entire clan.
However....
"The Shamans and the chief took a large number of elite warriors from the clan for a secret mission. Is the enemy’s arrival during this period a coincidence or...." Lawrence was a bit worried about this.
Not only Lawrence thought so, but other wild dwarves in the valley who had even a little bit of sense and ability thought of this point as well. While settling and advising their families and children to seek refuge in the caves at the back of the valley, they quickly gathered towards the mouth of the valley.
By the ti Lawrence reached the mouth of the valley, the battle had already begun.
Dogman Warriors and Goblin Warriors, as tall as adults, were enthusiastically wielding hardwood spears and iron sabers, fiercely fighting against the gathered wild dwarf warriors.
The whole scene was extraordinarily chaotic.
A Goblin Warrior swung its saber in vain, knocking over a wooden rack of a bonfire, causing an iron basin filled with nurous red hot charcoals to roll five or six ters away and scatter all over the ground. The red hot charcoal ca into contact with the dry wood outside the wooden house and began smoldering and sparking....
On the ground were the lifeless bodies of wild dwarves who died with their eyes open, along with the carcasses of brutally slain dogn and goblins.
Lawrence also saw a familiar face among the bodies... it was Shannon, whom he had once secretly loved in his youth.
At that mont, Shannon was no longer lively as before. Her body, dressed in a cloth skirt, was a tragic sight. The throat, a bloody ss, glistened eerily and conspicuously under the bonfire’s light, with her belly ripped open, and her intestines spilling out....
Not far from Shannon, her child, only thirty years old, was also brutally killed on the spot, the body hacked into two parts.
"Damn it!!" Lawrence’s eyes were bloodshot, his expression ferocious, as he roared and charged at the closest Goblin Warrior.
With a swift throw, his hand axe turned into a streak of silver light and flew towards the Goblin Warrior engaged with a wild dwarf, precisely striking the enemy’s skull.
The strike, fueled by the fury of the Level 6 wild dwarf warrior, imbued the thrown hand axe with terrifying power, causing half of the Goblin Warrior’s head to disappear.
After instantly killing an enemy, Lawrence moved to slay more foes.
After effortlessly killing several monster warriors in succession, a Level 5 Big Goblin Warrior set its sights on him.
Nearing three ters in height, the giant figure charged forward. A re Level 3 wild dwarf warrior was sent flying seven or eight ters away, bones breaking and blood spewing from the mouth.
"Roar! Shorty, your opponent is the Green Barbarian!"
The Big Goblin Warrior raised its large and heavy wolf fang club, smashing it down towards Lawrence. The attack was so powerful that even the air was compressed and emitted a strange wailing sound.
Lawrence dared not confront the brute force of such a large figure directly, awkwardly rolling to the side, imdiately rising to draw a spare hand axe from his waist. White Fighting Qi added to it, and after a brief charge, he threw it.
A swift white light flashed by, creating a rent in the Big Goblin Warrior’s thigh, from which green blood spurted wildly.
The pained Big Goblin Warrior, its eyes as large as copper bells, continued the chase with its wolf fang club, madly hamring at Lawrence. The wound on its thigh did not cut deep into the bone or tendons, having little effect.
For the ti being, Lawrence could only dodge awkwardly, occasionally finding the opportunity to cause minor injuries and let the blood flow from this giant.
Although his level surpassed the Big Goblin Warrior’s, one was a Professional Level, and the other was a Biological Level.
The Professional Level had more functional and complex abilities. For example, a warrior profession could cultivate various attributes of fighting qi and blood energy, while the mage profession could train in various types of magic, greatly enhancing the professional’s capabilities. Although there was also physical enhancent, the focus was still on cultivating extraordinary power.
The Biological Level, however, represented the strength and capacity of the biological body itself. Although their ans were not as varied and flashy as professionals, relying solely on their strong physical qualities, they had thick blood, high defense, imnse strength, and various high resistances.
If the Big Goblin Warrior struck Lawrence without the active defense of fighting qi, Lawrence would likely be half-dead if not killed outright. Even if Lawrence hacked the warrior ten or more tis with his hand axe, as long as he didn’t hit a vital spot, the Big Goblin Warrior could still tenaciously hold on for a while.
This was the most obvious difference between the two.
Each had its advantages, strengths, and weaknesses.
While fierce battles raged at the valley’s mouth below, Udi descended gently on a rock wall over two hundred ters high within the valley, his sturdy dragon claw gripping the ground steadily while his broad wings folded slowly.
A pair of calm and indifferent dark yellow dragon eyes observed the scene below.
Upon seeing dogman warriors, goblin warriors, even Big Goblin Warriors, and giant demons being killed by wild dwarves, Udi remained unfazed.
After all, they were just a monster army created in less than a year, and even if all were lost, it wasn’t much of a pity.
As long as he remained, he could create more monster armies of such size any ti, and they would only beco stronger!
"Hmm? Casters? And... is that the wild dwarf’s ancestral profession—the Bone Blood Warrior?"
Watching the arrival of the Brown Forest Clan powerhouses joining the battle from above, Udi quietly observed.
Even though Shiji had inford him that an elite unit of the Brown Forest Clan had infiltrated the Black Dragon Maiden’s territory, highly likely led by the true strongn of the opposing clan.
But who knew if there were other hidden powerhouses within their tribe?
No need to ntion master-level powerhouses; even a high-level professional, if they ambushed and attacked Udi fiercely, the outco would still be uncertain.
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