Zither Emperor Chapter 301 Chapter 90 The Dwarves' First Warrior Part 1_1

301: Chapter 90: The Dwarves’ First Warrior (Part 1)_1 301: Chapter 90: The Dwarves’ First Warrior (Part 1)_1 Anya leaned against a large tree and suddenly let out a soft exclamation, causing Ye Yinzhu, who had just prepared to start his cultivation, to open his eyes again.

“What happened, Sister Anya?”

Anya touched the ground, picking up a bit of soil and bringing it to her nose.

After sniffing it lightly, she said, “It seems a large troop has passed through here.

The scent of Beastmen is very strong.” The sense of smell of the Elf Tribe was very sensitive, especially in a forest filled with the breath of nature.

Once the natural vitality was affected by other scents, it immediately attracted the attention of the Elves.

“A large troop?

It’s probably some activity from Solomon Fortress.”

Anya shook her head.

They had flown across the Northernmost Wilderness for a day’s time after passing through Solomon Fortress, and they were only a day’s journey away from their destination now.

“Yin Zhu, something seems off.

Our path forward is through a more remote area under the control of Solomon Fortress.

Otherwise, the Dwarves would not choose this place as their dwelling.”

Ye Yinzhu was shocked, “Sister Anya, do you mean…”

Anya nodded, “It’s very possible.

No, we can’t rest now.

We should hurry to the Dwarves to see what’s going on.

Best case, there’s nothing wrong, but if the Beastmen from Solomon intend to harm them, we can offer our help.”

Ye Yinzhu glanced at the Red Spirit, which had entered a deep sleep, “Red Spirit has expended a lot of energy, it seems it can’t shape itself for now.”

Anya was startled for a moment, then thought for a bit and said, “Then I’ll fly with you, and you can carry it.”

Ye Yinzhu said, “No, you’ve already flown for a day and your mana has greatly depleted.

If we continue flying for another day, even if we reach the Dwarf race, we won’t have enough strength to help them.

Let’s rest for a while, in an hour we can be on our way.

By then, I can use my Douqi to help Red Spirit, and we should be able to fly.”

Anya thought about it and said, “That’s the only option then.”

Although an hour was not long, it was enough time for a strong person of the Eighth Rank Zi rank to recover most of their strength.

…

Monto coldly observed the hills ahead and raised his hand, making the Beastman soldiers behind him immediately e to a stop.

As one of the Beastman manders, Monto possessed not only the strength of a warrior but also a rare wisdom amongst Beastmen.

Being one of the most famous powerful individuals of the Bearman Clan, his status in Solomon Fortress was second only to the Chief of the Solomon Tribe and King Solomon’s Behemoth.

Behind Monto, there were a total of two legions.

They were a Legion of Wolfman Light Cavalry and a Bearman Heavy Infantry Legion specialized in main battle.

These two legions were trained by him personally and could be considered his direct troops.

Within the whole Beastman’s World, they were the elite of the elite.

One-on-one bat and legion bat were pletely different concepts.

Monto had always held the people of the Thunder God Tribe in contempt.

He firmly believed that in the case of legion bat, as long as the opponent was not a Behemoth Beast, he had the confidence to crush any enemy force of equal size.

This time, he had brought a full two legions to this secluded place with only one goal in mind.

His mission was of great importance to Solomon Fortress, and aside from these two primary battle legions, he had also brought ten Behemoth Beasts, including one Golden Behemoth and two Silver Behemoths.

At that moment, the Golden Behemoth mander, Oliver, was standing by his side, surveying the hilly regions before them.

Oliver looked at Monto with confusion and said, “Monto, is it here?

It doesn’t seem to show any traces of those dwarves!”

Monto opened the sheepskin map in his hands and carefully checked, “It can’t be wrong, it is here.

The person who gave us the information wouldn’t dare to lie.

Those dwarves are very good at hiding; according to reports, they are tucked away in caves within these hills.

I really didn’t expect that the Dwarven race has been living right under the nose of our Solomon Tribe.

Once we capture these dwarves, it won’t take long before our Solomon Tribe replaces the Thunder God Tribe and bees the first and foremost clan among Beastmen.”

Oliver was stunned for a moment, “Why is that?

Those dwarves who only know how to drink, I could squash several with one foot.

I really don’t understand what Chief Anthony is thinking, giving so much importance to these little dwarves.”

Monto frowned but said no more.

He knew that discussing the importance of the Dwarves with this simple-minded Golden Behemoth in front of him would be meaningless.

“Carry out Chief Anthony’s orders.

Try not to harm any Dwarves if possible.

Don’t even resort to violence if you can.

Pass my mand: the Army of Wolf Riders is to split into ten squads and surround these hills.

The Bearman Heavy Infantry should form up in a single-line defense and advance.”

As elite members of the Beastman Clan, the moment Monto’s order was issued, the twenty-thousand-strong Beastman Army sprang into action.

Ten squads of Wolf Riders, each a thousand strong, became ten trails of dust charging from the flanks, rapidly encircling the hilly terrain before them at a speed even faster than human Eric Minlong the Cavalry.

Of course, they couldn’t pare to Eric Minlong’s Cavalry in terms of bat strength.

The Bearman Heavy Infantry all donned coarse iron armor.

Although the Beastmen had the natural mining paradise of the Northernmost Wilderness at their disposal, their forging skills were appalling.

Some Bearmen seemed to be wearing chunks of ore.

However, Bearmen are still Bearmen, and as these beasts over four meters tall marched, the ground trembled beneath them.

With a giant tower shield three meters tall in their left hand and wielding a long-handled warhammer in their right, any Light Cavalry unfortunate enough to encounter them would meet a nightmarish end.

Boom—the Bearman Heavy Infantry advanced in a single-file formation, and the step they took in unison belonged to ten thousand Heavy Infantry.

Though they couldn’t surround the hills like the Wolf Riders, their fan-shaped advance exerted a tremendous pressure.

Flanked by ten Behemoth Beasts, Monto arrived at the foot of the hills.

The landscape was still incredibly tranquil, devoid of any signs of life besides the various cold-weather plants growing on the hills.

Once again, Monto raised his hand, and the Bearman Heavy Infantry let out a thunderous roar.

Their left hand shields slammed heavily onto the ground, the sharp ends piercing into the soil and forming a solid wall of defense.

A normal human Heavy Cavalry charge would have no chance of breaking through these half-a-foot thick iron tower shields sculpted from pure ore—suits of armor only the might of Bearmen could wield.

A cold light flashed in Monto’s eyes as he said indifferently, “It seems our Dwarf friends aren’t planning to wele us.

General Oliver, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you to deliver a message to them: guests have arrived.”

Oliver sneered, a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes, and his golden fur sparkled under the sunlight as he boldly ascended the few dozen meters high hill before him.

“Behemoth Beasts, invincible on land.

Behemoth Beasts, invincible on land,” the synchronized chanting of twenty thousand Beastman Soldiers built a colossal wave of sound that even made the plants on the hills shudder.

It didn’t take long for Oliver to reach the top of the hill.

As he heard the chants of the Beastman Soldiers and roared skyward, pounding his sturdy chest with his fists to make a thunderous bang.

A faint gold light instantly enveloped his body, and the frenzied aura was so impressive that even Monto below couldn’t help but admire it.

In terms of bat power, Behemoths always ranked first among the Beastman Clan.

Oliver’s massive frame bent backward, both arms raised, and as he rebounded up with the power of his waist, his fists heavily pounded the hill beneath him.

Boom—a colossal roar and an indescribably tremendous shockwave.

The gold light burst forth, and the fierce aura swept through the surroundings in the blink of an eye.

The chants of the Beastman Soldiers grew even wilder.

Dust filled the air under the might of Golden Behemoth Oliver’s fists.

The hill that had been beneath him was now half-gone, blasted into nothingness.

The fierce dirt battered against the tower shields, producing countless loud bangs, and even the Bearman Heavy Infantry struggled to hold their shields.

An Advanced rank Nine Grade Golden Behemoth was not something ordinary Beastmen could pare with.

Oliver spread his arms, laughing heartily, “Dwarves in the hills, listen up!

Grandpa Behemoth has e to trouble you.

Roll out here, or I’ll level your little mound as easily as flattening your mother’s breasts.”

Oliver’s arrogant taunting immediately drew boisterous laughter from the Beastman Soldiers, especially from the nine Behemoth Beasts behind Monto.

Watching their leader’s overwhelming power, each one’s eyes glowed with bloodlust.

Craving for slaughter and war was in the nature of Behemoth Beasts.

And the beastly natures of both the Wolf Riders and the Bearman Heavy Infantry were stimulated to a pinnacle by Oliver’s destructive attack.

This was the morale Monto wanted to see.

“Big talk for someone who knows nothing.

Who’s your daddy?

Be careful, or you’ll be hit so hard even your mother won’t recognize you,” a wild and rough voice responded from the center of the hills, as numerous peculiar individuals emerged from there.

With helmets sporting two horns and chainmail tunics, these unique humans stood around one meter forty tall with shoulders reaching nearly a meter wide.

They swiftly occupied over a dozen mounds in the center of the hills, wielding double-bladed axes.

At a glance, their numbers were no less than three thousand.