In the midst of Man's frantic escape, a white-haired girl suddenly appear before him, wielding a massive sythe and gazing at him with a cold, piercing stare.
Thinking of fleeing.
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The captive dwarves, a chilling voice emanated from the girl across the way, and Man's expression darkened.
It belonged to the leader of the foreign tribe.
At this moment, man had lost all his weapons and stood no chance against Bayou.
Do you not know that I am one of the seven noble houses of the dwarven kingdom? My name is Firebeard Man.
Do you wish to oppose the dwarven kingdom? Man attempted to intimidate the foreigner with his lineage, for he believed that these outsiders were merely cowardly creatures.
The surroundings transformed into a wintry landscape.
And in an instant, Bayou vanished from sight, reappearing beforeho, poised to strike at his head with a blade.
Man seemed to have anticipated this.
He held a device resembling a spherical machine, which he activated the moment Bayou disappeared.
A surge of spatial elemental power enveloped Man, and his figure vanished from sight, causing Bayou's strike to miss its mark.
In the place where Zhaoan had stood, his armor and inner garments remained.
At that moment, Zhaoan found himself over a 100 miles away from Aman City.
Stripped of his clothing and in a state of panic, he began to flee.
This teleportation device was the latest creation developed by the three great clans of the dwarven kingdom.
Though was still imperfect, having been gifted to Zhao by the leader of the Firebeard clan for his protection.
Bayou had not anticipated that Zhao Man possessed such a means of escape.
Yet it mattered little prior to the assault on Aman City.
Bayou was unconcerned with whether the Firebeard clan would come to know of this.
Furthermore, judging by the combat strength of Aman City, the Firebeard clan was weaker than Bayou had imagined.
Given a period of development, Bayou was confident that Xiao Yinshu could lead these belleaguered dwarves to completely overthrow the Firebeard clan.
Due to man's flight, two royal dwarven guards found themselves at a disadvantage under the assault of three undead creatures.
Bayou stood behind the two dwarven guards and the outcome was already evident.
The guard redeemed and Bayou had cut off their escape route.
He commanded the undead to encircle the remaining dwarven soldiers, effectively rendering them prisoners.
Although Bayou harbored a desire to slay them in order to summon more undead, he recognized that eliminating them all would leave no one to defend the city, and the weapons within the city would have no wielders.
Relying solely on Xiao Leian's thousand dwarves would surely be insufficient.
But you could not believe that the remaining dwarven soldiers were all of the Firebeard clan's direct lineage.
Should they be, it would simplify matters.
Execution would be the order of the day.
The undead opened the city gates and outside.
Gray led a throng of dwarves into the city.
Since the battle had primarily occurred near the city gates, the impact on the civilian populace was minimal.
Gray, the next steps are in your hands.
Any disobedient Jon will be dealt with directly.
Yes, my lord.
It was relatively easy to incite these civilians and soldiers.
The soldiers have been forcibly conscripted by the Firebeer clan due to their youth and vigor.
As the civil strife within the dwarven kingdom had drained much of their military strength, the plight of the civilians was even more palpable.
Those residing within the city faced exploitation not dissimilar to that endured by the dwarves in the surrounding villages.
Two royal dwarves met their demise under the siege of three undead.
And it was evident to Bayou that such royal prowess was reserved for the nobility.
There was no doubt they would never yield.
Rather than waste breath, it would be prudent to bolster his own forces with two additional royal warriors.
The slain dwarven soldiers numbered nearly 10,000, and the previously 30,000 strong undead army had now swelled to 50,000, an exceedingly formidable force.
A glance at Jon and Lenny revealed they had both attained level 7, the rank of commander, drawing closer to royal status, while poor Arthur remained stagnant at level four.
With the slaying of the two royal dwarves, some of the noble lineage troops below lost all hope and chose to lay down their arms and surrender.
Bayou ordered the withdrawal of the 50,000 undead from Aman city, retaining only himself, Xiaoi Shua, and three royal undead along with a throng of dwarves.
Their presence was intended to intimidate the dwarven soldiers.
The retreat of the undead was to allow Gray to better inspire the common folk to rise against the nobility.
Gray passionately recounted the injustices of the aristocrats, but Bayou had no desire to hear such rhetoric.
Instead, he resolved to search the city with two dwarven craftsmen for anything of use.
Man and the other nobles resided in the heart of Aman city.
While it could not be deemed opulent, it certainly appeared far grander than the dwellings of the surrounding commoners.
Bayou<unk>'s primary objective was Man's chamber.
Easily identifiable as the largest among the nobility.
The castle contained little of value, mostly clutter.
Yet Bayou discovered a hidden chamber within.
In a room filled with instruments of torment lay a near-death dwarf.
Upon by us entrance, the dwarf struggled to lift his eyelids and gazed in his direction.
Realizing that the visitor was not Man, but a human.
Where is Man? He croked, bewildered that a human could penetrate Alman city.
He assumed Joe Man was up to some trickery.
He's fled.
Bayou casually remarked, stepping closer to the iron bars, observing the dwarf, who lay weakly on the ground, his limbs shackled and firmly attached to the wall behind him.
This male dwarf appeared quite robust, leading Bayou to wonder why Man would torment him instead of simply ending his life.
"Who are you?" the dwarf barked, seemingly enraged.
Or perhaps the proximity of Bayou, only a bar door separating them, provoked his fury.
He suddenly lunged, throwing a fist toward Bayou through the wide gap in the iron door.
Bayou deafly sidestepped, and the dwarf seemingly drained of his last ounce of strength.
Collapsed once more, though Bayou initially contemplated ending the dwarfest life.
The power he sensed emanating from that punch compelled him to refrain.
Being imprisoned here must hold a significant reason and he might possess valuable information.
Why is a royal being tortured by Zhao Man? Bayou inquired just as a dwarven craftsman entered the room.
My lord, we have discovered the teleportation array in the underground chamber of Aman city.
Though it is rather small, the dwarf within the cage also glanced up, noting that this dwarf artisan's attire and demeanor did not suggest noble or soldierly lineage.
Could it be that the human just mentioned that Zhu Man was driven away? He had been confined here for months, deprived of sunlight, and had indeed heard the sounds of fierce combat outside with at least four or five royal figures engaged in battle.
The dwarf pondered, considering the possibility that Aman's city had fallen.
Perhaps this human before him was truly someone with whom he could communicate.
I am the lord of Aman city.
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subduing Max as the dwarf swords fell.
Bayou and another dwarf craftsman simultaneously fixed their gaze upon a half-conscious dwarf.
You claimed to be the lord of Aman's city.
But what of Bayou was taken aback to find the lord of Aman imprisoned within the secret chamber of man castle.
His expression betraying a hint of disbelief.
First enlighten me regarding the circumstances within the city.
Even in his current state as a captive, the dwarf remained defiant, desiring to comprehend the situation in the city.
By you, indifferent, saw no harm in sharing.
After all, it was unreasonable to fear a mere prisoner.
Aman city has fallen into my hands.
As for the nobles, they have all perished.
Man possesses something that grants him life, hence he escaped.
Why do you pledge feelalty to him? The captive dwarf inquired once more.
this time not waiting for response as the nearby craftsmen stepped forward.
We are but a band of refugees.
It was the benevolence of the Lord that offered us sanctuary granting us a lifeline.
We voluntarily chose to follow him.