Chapter 112: Dwarf King

“Bang bang bang!”

Before Mananci could react, the players on both sides of the orcs swiftly fired a volley of bullets.

Even though the orcs and beasts had keen instincts, they were still hit in the sudden attack.

“Damn! They have flintlocks, draw flintlocks! Draw flintlocks!”

The orcs finally reacted and instinctively unwrapped their dwarf flintlocks and began firing “bang bang bang” to both sides.

For a moment, gunfire roared.

Mananci turned to flee, but when she saw the orcs drawing their flintlocks, a crazy idea quickly formed in her mind.

“Prepare for melee! Quick!”

Mananci shouted in the team channel.

The players who were about to scatter subconsciously dug into the ground and rushed over.

Mananci cast a Wind Element Feather Light Body, soaring like a human-shaped bird toward the hill.

Before she got close, she directly cast the magician’s classic opening spell—Light Element: Light Burst!

In an instant, she turned into a dazzling sun, descending from the sky!

Even in broad daylight, the orcs instinctively closed their eyes, trying to shoot at the sun, but the hasty first round had already emptied the flintlock’s only bullet.

Before they could reload, the players were upon them!

Some grabbed orcs’ ankles from underground, while others transformed their heads into Earth Spike, performing the gouging tactics.

Some thrust their swords straight out, instinctively using combat techniques.

Others conjured massive hammers with their arms, using sheer force to overcome ten skills.

These orcs were truly elite warriors. Even when blinded, their fearful beast instincts still allowed them to dodge instinctively.

They even counterattacked!

However, when they swung their flintlocks, they suddenly realized the value of the dwarf weapons.

In an instant, they hesitated.

But that moment of hesitation, no matter how strong their instincts, couldn’t save them.

“Go away!”

“Ah—”

The orcs roared! They screamed!

The decisive ones swung their flintlocks like large knives;

The hesitant ones were disemboweled, dying and disappearing.

When Mananci rushed into the orcs, the magician meticulously trained by the Kewell Empire showcased astonishing lethality!

A sweeping sandstorm blinded the remaining orcs again.

Ice shards cut more efficiently than bullets, bleeding and crippling to harvest lives;

The most terrifying was Mananci’s elective psychic magic—a mental storm that completely disrupted the flesh and blood’s sanity.

A dozen breaths later, the sandstorm dispersed, warhorses wailed and fled, and corpses lay strewn everywhere!

“Captain, didn’t you say they were elite orc warriors?”

Xi Ze asked in surprise as he experienced a proper magician’s strength for the first time.

This strength wasn’t about casting a powerful spell, but the comprehensive use of various basic spells and even battlefield judgment!

“They are indeed elite orc warriors, but once they took up the flintlocks, they weren’t anymore.”

Mananci showed a hint of pride, feeling proud of her judgment.

“How many of our people died?”

“Three!”

Magical puppets only die completely when their core magic seals are destroyed.

This also showed how formidable these orc warriors were!

“Clean the battlefield, retreat!”

Mananci didn’t have time to assess gains and losses, hastily ordered.

The players didn’t wait for her orders and had already started looting.

Looting was second only to Merit Points for players as an important income, an ingrained instinct.

A few breaths later, the players finished looting and took their spoils underground, retreating far away.

Limited by her multi-element puppet body, Mananci couldn’t tunnel, as it consumed a lot of mana, so she chose to leave gracefully by casting Feather Light Body.

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“Cort, I’m going to kill you!”

In the Drano Main Plane, in the Barbarian Beast Palace, Beast God Bruman’s main body suddenly opened his eyes, shouting hysterically!

Rolling divine power shook the Great Hall, buzzing.

Cort was the name of the Dwarf King.

Just now, Bruman received news that the Internet God’s magical puppets in the Dofi Sub-Dimension suddenly attacked the major tribes.

To be honest, magical puppets harassed the orc tribes daily, so this wasn’t enough to anger Bruman.

What truly made him lose his composure was the fact that these magical puppets suddenly had a large number of dwarf flintlocks.

These flintlocks were even more sophisticated than his own!

This scene made Bruman’s anger boil, furious and raging.

He realized he had been fooled by the Dwarf King!

“Huff… huff…”

Bruman’s eyes blazed with anger, burning with endless madness in his eyes.

Suddenly, he sat on the god’s throne and closed his eyes.

Instantly, a Divine Projection descended upon the dwarf world—Dark Pit, Khazad-dûm.

Under the towering and majestic Lonely Mountain of Khazad-dûm, two hundred-foot-tall dwarf stone statues with hammers and shields stood at the mountain entrance.

Bruman, clad in black armor, walked one heavy step at a time across the long stone path.

“Beast God, why have you come again? Hic…”

A voice, hiccupping with a drunken hiccup sound, came from the depths of the Lonely Mountain.

“Are you going to stop me?”

Bruman’s voice was cold.

“Hic… wouldn’t dare, please!”

Bruman snorted coldly. He quite hoped the mountain guardian would stop him so he could kill! But alas… a bunch of cowards!

After entering the cave, the path became increasingly dark, with mountain roads branching everywhere.

The Beast God had been here a few times, but still felt a bit dizzy.

Fortunately, a will-o’-the-wisp appeared ahead, guiding him, held by the mountain guardian.

He didn’t know how long it took before his view suddenly opened up, finally stepping into the Lonely Mountain’s core city—The Great Forge Cavern.

It was a vast underground space where stalactites hung from the dome, and glowing minerals lined like a starry river in the night sky.

Underground, crisscrossed stone paths resembled intestines, leading everywhere.

Everywhere was the sound of hammers clanging;

Everywhere were drunken shouts and fights;

Bruman, with a stern face, followed the mountain guardian, crossing the long stone bridge, finally stopping in the central cavern hall.

These damn dwarves were holding a feast again!

In the spacious stone hall, drunken dwarves were sprawled everywhere. The air reeked of alcohol, nauseating!

The Dwarf King, Cort, with a white beard and wrapped in leather armor, was slumped on the throne of arms, reeking of alcohol.

He saw the Beast God arrive and said mockingly, “Bruman, carrying my weapons, instead of seizing dimensions, you’re here instead? Want me to provide repair services? Hahaha…”

The drunken dwarves in the hall laughed along at his words.

Bruman, looking at this absurd scene, laughed in anger.

“Fools with brains soaked in alcohol, do you really think you can gain anything by fooling me? Believe it or not, I’ll give up a dimension to attack Khazad-dûm and ensure you dwarves never have peace!”

Stop!

The vast stone palace suddenly fell silent.

One by one, the red-nosed dwarves stood up with a clatter, their carrot-thick fingers reaching for their massive hammers at their waists.

Behind the throne of arms, two scarlet lanterns lit up, which were the sensory organs of a giant worm.

“What do you mean, Beast God Bruman?”

The Dwarf King sat up straight, his eyes bloodshot, his braids trembling slightly in extreme anger—dwarves hate being called dwarfs!

“Don’t you understand what I mean?”

Bruman was furious and, with a wave of his hand, scattered countless metallic creations all over the hall.

“Tell me, what are these? Huh!”

The roar rattled the hall, causing dust to fall.