The flames generated by the explosive explosion spread rapidly in the excavation site along the tent and wooden boards. The dwarf fire mages wanted to use magic power to lead the flames out of the excavation pit, but they had no effect. Dahl, who had just released the fireballs at the slaves who transported supplies, let out a provocative scream and jumped back into the air. The dwarf crossbow that fired the blocking net shot in the air, making the dwarf operator so angry that he punched the crossbow machine with a strong punch and cursed.

Originally, the dwarves could still stand stalemate with the forwards of the Blood Axe Legion, but when the zombies crossed the Explosion of the warehouse where the ammunition was stormed into a ball with the dwarf laborers and shooters behind them, each dwarf knew that the excavation site could not be held in, and they had to retreat into the mines inside the excavation site to continue to defend.

But at this moment, the commander outside the excavation site, a dwarf commander wearing black rune armor and fiery red hair stood out from the pit.

"The Black Stone Tower is really good this time! You can see from the dragon people that I can no longer remember when the cowards in the Black Stone Tower used the Dragon People last time!"

He waved the hammer in his hand and shouted loudly to the front line to encourage his comrades. Then he rushed to the queue of shield-holding warriors running towards the front line in three steps, and laughed as the ogres who rushed into the pit and fought with the dwarves in the rain of bullets.

"Look!" he shouted in a broken orc language: "The untouchables, werewolfs, orcs and ogres driven by the black dragon's waiter are fighting for their slave owners!"

"They are just a mob, and they are about to collapse... because they have no idea why they are fighting! What are they loyal to!"

Opposite him, Sales raised the battle flag in his hand, pierced a dwarf's chest with its tip, and kicked several dwarf soldiers who wanted to wield an axe to chop his armor with their front legs. Then he climbed to the highest point on the outer edge of the excavation pit and shouted at the commander: "Shut up and you will lose the weak."

"We can fight here for the rest of our lives, the yellow-eyed lizard." The dwarf smiled and said, "The power of elementals stands on our side, and the whole earth stands on our side!"

"The outsiders will never understand all this!"

He smashed the warhammer on the ground, and a thunder slashed straight from the dark clouds. In the blink of an eye, it flickered connecting the sky and the earth. The black land that was hit cracked, and the cracks were shining with light, and the light of flames illuminated the entire battlefield.

"Kill that commander!" Sales waved the battle flag and the dragons who were still helping the orcs advance on the front line looked here and focused their eyes on the dwarf commander.

An armored dragon spearman charged forward first. He broke through a small front composed of more than a dozen dwarves and rushed straight to the commander, but suddenly tripped between the cracks of the ground. A hand condensed from rolling lava stretched out from the rock, holding the dragon spearman's body back into the cracks. The dragon spearman just groaned and disappeared from the sight of both sides.

"Come on, great conqueror!"

The commander made this call in a special language, and Dahl, who was hovering in the air preparing for the next attack, turned sensitively after hearing it, the language he could hear in the dream he could hear in Saratas's dream.

At the place where Dahl's vision projected, the hot magma was spreading upwards from the cracks that the dwarf hit with a war hammer. The dragon man who was dragged in just now had no trace of his body. The dragon man who was originally planning to charge at Sales' order also stopped in front.

The orcs and gnolls led by Gaselzog have successfully broken through the rear digging pit with weak defense. However, because of the complex internal structure of the excavation pit, they only killed a lot of dwarf guards and alien workers who guarded the materials after entering. The current situation has changed. When the entire climate changed in the summoning magic of the dwarf commander, he was just a little confused and did not immediately notice the change of things.

When the scout of the stone fort climbed up the pit wall and looked towards the front line, groups of rough elemental monsters condensed from flames were fighting with the wereggar tribe. No, that was not a fight, it was a unilateral massacre. When the wereggar's metal weapons hit the elemental monsters, they would quickly turn red and soft, and then they were easily broken and damaged by the elemental monsters with magical power. The jagger's body could not even withstand the other's touch and immediately lost its combat power. Then it was crushed into charred pieces under their feet.

How could a dwarf commander have such power? Dahl stared at the proud dwarf and muttered in his heart, and what the hell was he summoning?

Between these small fire elements that emerged, a tall fire element rose from it, which already had a rough human form. The surging flame energy was like muscles and bloodlines, and the two balls of hot and white flames above the head were like their eyes observing the world.

"Pelon!" The fire element let out a roar like a train whistle and counterattacked the dragon vanguard in front of him. The dragon people were not afraid to fight. They pinched the weapons in their hands, and waved the shadows onto the weapons and blades. Under their crazy waves, they slashed and pierced at the fire element who claimed to be Paelon and their elemental subordinates. Although the dragon people did not have the advantage in size and number, they actually completed the stalemate in this fierce confrontation and did not collapse directly.

But in comparison, orcs and ogres are much more difficult. They are both ordinary people and are difficult to maintain under the burning of hot elements. Instead, the dwarves have the upper hand in such an environment. These strange races who have lived next to the magma for a long time have long been accustomed to the high temperature, not to mention their worship of the fire element, which has long given them some kind of blessing... or curse, which has made their fate with the flame deeper and deeper.

"Dal..."

“…Chlomallus!”

Salles shouted the name of the colorful dragon during this stalemate.

Dahl spread his wings in the air and made a rotation, then tightened his wings and swooped down. He knew that the Black Wing Legion created colorful dragons for this purpose.

The dwarf commander muttered the spell of communicating with the ancient elements, but when he heard the name of the colorful dragon, his tone became lower and lower.

He looked up at the young dragon that was sweeping around in the air, and said secretly: "That is the real enemy."

A white light penetrated from the air, separating the dark sky and the black soil. Flashes of cold snow ridges were blown away by the strong wind, but the pillar of cold in the middle did not weaken at all.

Dahl's huge mouth widened like a python, waves of frost power ejaculated from his chest, condensed into a very cold breath like a laser hitting the land between the dragon man and the fire element, and after colliding with the hot ground, a large amount of white air was stirred up.

Then he gradually looked up, and the icicle shifted a little direction to the leader of the fire element, the conqueror Palon's body seemed to shrink a little after a sharp chirping sound that was not like a creature's roar...

"Go up, Sales!" The last wave of Dahl's breath flew away a little further again, then turned his head and said, "Leave this fireball to me!"
Chapter completed!