Zither Emperor Chapter 302 Chapter 90 Dwarf's No

302: Chapter 90: Dwarf’s No.

1 Warrior (Middle)_1 302: Chapter 90: Dwarf’s No.

1 Warrior (Middle)_1 Dwarves, yes, these are dwarves.

At a glance, dwarves seem to look similar because they all have beards that cover their faces, making it difficult to see their features.

Although their bodies are covered in armor, you can tell from their broad shoulders just how muscular these dwarves are.

The dwarves have only two types of weapons, one is a short-handed battle axe, the other is a short-handed battle hammer.

Such hefty fellows, their material quality is clearly unmatched by the Bearman heavy infantry.

Eight dwarves stand at the forefront, unlike ordinary dwarves, their weapons are all double-ended and their bodies are exceptionally sturdy, reaching a height of about one meter and sixty centimeters.

The dwarf leading the way, his armor is entirely silvery in color.

His beard is the most distinctive, it is colored fiery red, under the protection of other dwarves he stands awe-inspiring, staring angrily at Golden Behemoth Oliver.

The remark earlier was clearly his own.

In his hands, a pair of short-handed battle hammers, the hammerheads mold into octagonal plum blossoms, they look extremely brutal at first sight.

Even a height of one meter and sixty is quite good among dwarves.

But pared with the seventeen-meter-tall Golden Behemoth, this red-bearded dwarf is only one-tenth the height of Oliver.

Oliver burst into laughter, mockingly gazing at the dwarves in front of him, “Little dwarfs, seeing your tiny figures, I can’t help but laugh.

Who would have thought humans could have such changes.

Haha, it’s killing me.”

How the red-bearded dwarf’s face looked was somewhat invisible due to his beard, but from his seemingly fierce eyes, his anger had clearly reached its peak.

“General Oliver.

Please stop.” Monto had already e to Oliver’s side at some unknown time, halting his mockery of the dwarves.

In the Beastman army, if one is to talk about superb equipment, perhaps only Monto would qualify, his full-body heavy armor, worn on his nearly five-meter-tall giant bearman body, looks extremely imposing.

The long-handed battle hammer in his hand is far stronger than any other bearman.

Yellow eyes observed the red-bearded dwarf who stood opposite him, asking, “May I ask, are you the leader of the dwarf race?”

The red-bearded dwarf didn’t reply, suddenly, he roared, dashing sharply from his position.

No one expected such amazing jumping power from him, like a fired cannonball, he dashed at Oliver.

Every time he jumped over a hill, his toes forcefully bounced off the surface, leaving countless marks on the rocky ground.

It seems the Beastmen underestimated how seriously dwarves valued their honor.

Oliver roared in anger, instead of retreating, he charged toward the red-bearded dwarf’s direction.

A Behemoth giant beast never fears a direct attack from the enemy, right?

“Die.” The red-bearded dwarf used the last hill to gain momentum, the tiny body leaped high, the huge dual silver war hammers in his hand flew straight toward Oliver, aiming to smash down onto Oliver’s head.

Not bad at all, given his jump and position, it was the perfect attack for Golden Behemoth Oliver’s head.

Oliver roared and faced it head-on, without any intention to dodge.

His terrifying golden fists, each one half the size of the red-bearded dwarf’s body, raised abruptly, meeting the hammers of his opponent directly.

Bang — , like a thunderclap ringing out on a sunny day, the deafening boom shook everyone.

The bodies of the armored Bearman infantry couldn’t help but sway.

The red-bearded dwarf’s body rebounded back faster than he had e, but under such enormous counter-shocks, he still held tightly to his hammers without letting go.

Golden Behemoth Oliver stood on the spot, his eyes full of surprise.

He found that his hands were numbed, and his legs were buried up to his knees in the rocky ground beneath him.

“What strength.” Oliver roared, he couldn’t understand why the red-bearded dwarf, so small in stature, would possess such formidable power.

The explosion from the double hammers just now almost caught him off guard.

After the numbness on his hands gradually disappeared, his severe pain is something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

The red-bearded dwarf flew back to the original hill, when his feet hit the ground, he stumbled back over ten steps before he was steadied by his kinsmen.

The dwarf nearest to him had a clear view of his hands shaking continuously.

Oliver was surprised, but this dwarf’s surprise was even greater.

You should know, a dwarf’s strength is always great, and his is the greatest among them.

Despite his short stature, he had obtained the title of the first warrior of the dwarf race at less than one hundred years old, being the hill dwarf leading the entire warrior race.

Dwarves typically live up to around five hundred years, and a hundred-year-old dwarf equates to a twenty-year-old human.

The red-bearded dwarf, who by now had regained much of his posure, thought to himself, ‘The Golden Behemoth truly deserves its nickname of Unbeatable on Land.

My warhammer, a valuable weapon enhanced with power, one of the finest in our clan, failed to get the upper hand against the Golden Behemoth.

It appears this battle is not looking good for our clan.

Monto stalled Oliver, who was eager to launch a strike, and said in a solemn voice, “Dwarf, please select a representative from amongst your clan to negotiate with me.”

The red-bearded dwarf suppressed the tremors of his hands and snorted resentfully, “What is there to talk about?

I, Rutz, the first warrior of the dwarven race, am standing right here.

Say whatever you wish.

You beastmen, nothing more than sly, filthy creatures, intend to invade our land, don’t you?

How dare you launch such a brazen attack if we dwarves were at the peak of our prowess?”

Monto was unfazed by the anger of the dwarf Rutz.

His massive five-meter-tall form standing steadier than the Golden Behemoth Oliver beside him.

“Dwarf warrior, we are here not to incite war.

But one thing you need to understand.

This place does not belong to you dwarves; it falls under the realm of our Beastman Solomon Tribe.

Understandably, you have been living in our territory for many years.

So, as neighbors, it’s only right we pay you a visit.

Warrior Rutz, the great chieftain of our group, King Solomon, wishes to collaborate with your nobility.

We can supply you with ample metal, ensuring your safety and livelihood.

Besides, we hope you could craft weapons for us in return.”

Monto’s words unambiguously indicated his intent for the visit.

As a bearman and the dominate mander of the Solomon Fortress, if dealing with any other foe, he would have by now manded his troops to pounce.

But the situation was different in this case.

Every one of these dwarves before him was a forging master.

The significant reason for the beastman’s inability to rival humans is the disparity in terms of weapons.

The dwarf’s assistance and support could, given time, elevate the standing of the Solomon Tribe to the first among all beastman tribes, possibly even enabling them to invade the human world.

“Hahaha,” Rutz erupted into a derisive laugh, “You sly, filthy beast men, have the audacity to seek help from the great dwarf race?

You’ve just insulted our height-the gravest insult to a dwarf!

Even if it results in the last of our clan falling, we dwarves will never capitulate to the likes of you!”

Monto clearly underestimated the intractable character of the dwarves.

If it wasn’t for their stubbornness, the dwarf race would not have covertly survived under the beastman’s jurisdiction.

All these years of suppression have instilled these irascible dwarves with a burning desire to fight.

Although facing an enemy six to seven times their number, they showed no fear.

Upon Rutz’s overt call to battle, all dwarf soldiers immediately raised their weapons without any hesitation.

Monto frowned.

The task assigned by his King Solomon Adoni was to collaborate with the dwarf race as much as possible.

Even if confronted, his orders were to capture more dwarves alive to serve as craftsmen for the tribe.

“Rutz, are you so obstinate as to cause the annihilation of the dwarf race?

Look carefully, standing before you are ten thousand of the Solomon Tribe’s most elite bearman heavy infantry and ten thousand of the fastest elite wolf riders.

You don’t even have the chance to escape.

Not to mention, with the addition of ten top-profile Behemoth warriors by my side, we boast unparalleled powerful ground bat, which is something beyond your confrontation.

I didn’t intend to return empty-handed when I came here.

It would be wise for you to consult with your tribesmen before making a decision that could lead to the downfall of the dwarf race.”

Despite his inner urge to engage, Monto tried to persuade the dwarves to promise.

However, when he mentioned they had no chance to escape, all dwarves were roused.

Dwarf stature might not be towering, but their pride was.

No dwarf has ever fled a battlefield since ancient times.

Monto’s remarks directly insulted the dignity of the dwarves, burying the last semblance of reason beneath their rage.

“Fight!” Rutz roared loudly, bringing his dual hammers together above his head with a thunderous crash.

“Fight, fight, fight!” All the dwarves followed suit, roaring and brandishing their weapons.

Three thousand elite dwarf soldiers quickly took their positions atop the five highest hills in the middle of the hilly region.

“Why bother talking to these dwarves?

Let’s get on with it,” Oliver, who had been itching for a fight since his earlier collision with Rutz, was bursting to attack.

Even though there was an annual autumn defense, opportunities for a Golden Behemoth to fight were all too rare.

Finally ing across an opponent of equal strength, he could hardly wait.

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