A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Black Rock Dwarves and Earth Fury Golem

Feeling the danger.

The first thing Galos wanted was to eliminate the source of danger.

What he most wanted, actually, was to take action under the cover of darkness tonight, swiftly attacking in the night, just like he dealt with the goblin tribe before, and erase the Black Rock Duchy’s army stationed at the oil field, this ’potential danger’, in one night without interruption.

Unfortunately.

Galos was very confident that he was by no means a match for the Black Rock Team, and attacking them would just be offering himself up, so he could only think of ways to mitigate the risk in other aspects.

For instance, relocating the base.

Or burning the hills to erase traces.

Galos felt that he might be a bit paranoid, valuing his life too much, but he thought being extra cautious wouldn’t hurt. In this crisis-laden wilderness, caution was necessary.

Walking on thin ice, just to reach the other side.

”Someday, when I become strong enough, I will no longer have to live so cautiously.”

”By then, even if the whole world is against me, I will not retreat. I will burn it to ashes, turn it into dust.”

Looking back at the hill burning like a giant torch in the night, Galos thought silently in his heart, then with no lingering attachment, flapped his Dragon Wings, pursuing Samantha and Möbel.

Seeing the Earth-Splitting Centipede Möbel was carrying, Galos thought about it, and let him put it down, then completely destroy it.

Though it’s a pity, he wasn’t sure if the thing had a tracking system, so he couldn’t take it with him and simply destroyed it.

Time slowly passed.

Three days later, the morning light fell on the scorched earth of the Iron Pine Hills.

Along with the morning light came a group of unexpected guests.

The Iron Hooves of the Rock Armor Battle Sheep crushed the blackened land, the armor bearing the battle hammer emblem of the [Black Rock Duchy Third Heavy Cavalry Corps] gleamed with a piercing cold metallic light.

Led by an Alchemy Golem, many Black Rock Knights stopped.

The Alchemy Golem at the forefront of the cavalry was eight meters tall, nearly eight meters wide, humanoid, similar in height to the Giant Arm Miner, but its armor was thick and hard, engraved everywhere with complex and cumbersome runes, like blood vessels, as the Alchemy Engine inside roared with operation, the bluish energy stream like blood flowed between the runes, covering the whole body.

The shoulder of the Alchemy Golem was engraved with its model name in ancient Dwarf language.

[Earth Fury]

It looked like a giant dwarf.

Sturdy, heavy, rigid.

Compared to it, the Giant Arm Miner was as thin and weak as a weed.

And their real strength difference was dozens of times greater than the difference in size, the Earth Fury could rival a young Dragon.

There’s only one here.

Stationed at the oil field there were many Earth Fury Golems, and several other models present.

Crack crack......the ground bulged and broke open, several Earth-Splitting Centipedes emerged, with one that, although repaired, still showed some remnants from the last combat.

It was one that fought Galos at Iron Pine Hills, luckily escaped underground.

This Earth-Splitting Centipede raised its triangular head, shaking towards the Iron Pine Hills direction a few times.

”It’s here, where stealing oil soil caused some of our black oil to leak and damage two Earth-Splitting Centipedes, the residence of this young Dragon.”

A Dwarf Mage patted the Earth-Splitting Centipede’s head and said.

He was about 1.4 meters tall, his bronze beard kept growing down to his chest, tied with an Iron Ring, his exposed arms in the air were extremely robust, muscular blocks protruded like rocks.

[Tongs] Groni, Dwarf Alchemist.

The leading knight took off the helmet, revealing a half face scarred by flames.

That was a medal left from battling a powerful beast five years ago.

[Battle Hammer] Olaf, Dwarf Knight.

Olaf spat, making a small pit on the ground, his Copper Bell-like eyes scanned the scorched earth.

”Not caused by a wildfire.”

”This little Dragon burned it cleaner than the Fiery Flame Ale at Deep Furnace Bar!”

Olaf was about 1.6 meters tall, even stronger than the Dwarf Mage, wearing a heavy armor made of steel and iron, yet breathing steadily, his muscle beneath the heavy armor looked stuffed with tar and oil, his bulging veins entwined like old tree roots, his lively breath as vigorous as a furnace.

Dwarf.

This race is powerful and robust, their muscle density and bone density are higher than humans.

Though usually short in stature, when a Dwarf Warrior and human Warrior of the same level clash, the Dwarf Warrior usually has a higher chance to win.

While speaking, Olaf took a flask from his waist, tilted it to pour into his mouth.

But the surface of the flask was sealed by an invisible force, and no drop came out.

Dwarf Mage Groni glanced at this drunkard and said:

”Olaf, you drank three barrels of rye ale last night at the camp, and lost this month’s salary. Today we are here for business, control your drinking urge.”

Rubbing his beard, Groni pondered: ”According to the information transmitted by the Earth-Splitting Centipede, there are two young Dragons here, one is a Red Dragon, and the other seems like a Red Iron Dragon hybrid.”

”Innate Evil Young Dragons are mostly arrogant and conceited, I didn’t expect this one to be so cautious.”

Olaf chuckled, scratched the scar on his face.

”The testicles of a Red Dragon can brew strong rejuvenating ale, a hybrid Red Iron Dragon should work too. I haven’t drank it before, if we catch the young Dragon this time, I definitely want to taste what it’s like!”

The Dwarf Mage shook his head.

”I’m afraid it’s not that simple.”

Saying so, he shook his beard, and a group of small bee-like things emerged from his thick beard, buzzing off in all directions, searching the scorched and ashen Iron Pine Hills.

The knights and golems also moved, stepping on the scorched earth, searching for traces of the Dragon Race.

They’re stationed at the oil field, earning a fixed salary from the Duchy.

But catching a young Dragon would be an unexpected bonus, could be exchanged for a substantial amount of strong ale.

Time passed bit by bit, but until evening, with the moonlight pouring down like water, the dwarves couldn’t find anything valuable.

”Let’s retreat and drink, it was a wasted trip.”

Olaf said.

”Wait, you’re too impatient.”

The Dwarf Mage extended his palm.

A few bees buzzed around, placing a tiny piece of black-gray fragmented scale in the Dwarf Mage’s palm.

”It’s very cautious, but burning mountains can’t destroy all traces. At least, this fragment of its scale might guide me to its approximate direction.”

Olaf laughed loudly, pulled out a rugged copper cup, filled it with rye ale then splashed it on the scorched earth.

”Cheers to you, cunning little Dragon! This drink celebrates in advance that your bones will become my new pipe! Celebrates that your testicles will become my potent ale!”

Drinking to the enemy before setting out is an ancient tradition of the Black Rock Duchy.

Turning to the Dwarf Mage, Olaf excitedly said: ”Quickly locate its position! I can’t wait anymore.”

The Dwarf Mage shook his head, disdainfully said: ”The little Dragon burned the hills, leaving only this tiny fragment scale, you think it’s a good medium? I just said maybe, do you understand perhaps! Not surely, I need time to prepare and can’t guarantee success.”

Olaf spat again, rolled his eyes at the Mage.

”Then what’s the point of telling me! Wasting my rye ale!”

”Let’s go, boys, heading back!”

Busy all day, gaining nothing, under the moonlight the dwarves retreated back to the oil field to guard.

The scolded Dwarf Mage didn’t argue, scrutinized the fragment of scale for a few moments, then stored it in his pocket.