I JUST WANT A PEACEFUL LIFE



Despite his pitiful state, Lotord's aura slowly increases as time passes. It is a truly magical phenomenon as Lotord's current condition is almost passed out anytime. A few moments ago, Lotord blew both hands like an invisible horn.

Then, a loud warhorn could be heard across the Undermine Council. After doing such a magical action, his aura and mana increased to an alarming state. Even the miasma in his body is pouring out faster than before.

Unfortunately, Alder is also not idle either. Alder has a very laid-back nature. In fact, he just wants to have fun with his self-proclaimed woman Nabe. Still, he couldn't let Lotord hurt Jayna in front of his watch.

Although Alder may not care about Jayna's wellbeing, he still pays attention to her safety. Letting her fight other dwarves will make her grow and increase her battle experience. But fighting a hostile seventh grade is a different case.

As a dragon, he knows the capability of a phoenix to a certain extent. Even if all the dwarves in this place are ganging against Jayna, she will not die. At most, she will only get painful experiences and be weakened.

However, this only applies to ordinary combatants. Not those with pseudo-seventh-grade or even seventh-grade levels. Moreover, Alder is a person who doesn't allow someone to ignore his presence casually, especially towards those he is hostile with.

This is the nature of every prideful dragon. Whenever they arrive at the scene, everyone will definitely focus on them. They are not called the king of the beast for nothing. Alder once again releases a series of rapid claws toward Lotord, who is slowly going on his transformation.

Lotord raises his hand and shoots fire and lighting beams from his hand. *BOOOM* *BOOOM* *BOOOM* The Beam hit the incoming attack and created a large explosion. It could be seen that the beam attack is powerful and deadly.

Alder's claw attack is very powerful and similar to Warchief Might's claw attack regarding lethality. It could even cut through reinforced and heavily enchanted fortress walls.

A moment later, Alder saw a giant transparent silhouette behind Lotord [Howl of Legacy]. The massive figure became more visible as time passed by. Alder finds the figure is similar to the ancient dwarf in the past but has a gigantic size, around 20 meters high.

In a moment, the giant dwarf swung his hammer toward Alder. *BOOOM* Alder managed to parry the attack using one of his arms. Before Alder could retaliate against the massive dwarf, he suddenly got hit by something. He was thrown to the sandy ground below.

Standing up from the ground, Alder looks at Lotord with a wide grin. During the split second, he sees the giant dwarf hit him faster with another hand.

This speed is very magical and non-proportional to its huge figure. It is common knowledge that the bigger the size, the slower the speed. It is not a matter of power or agility but the law of physics.

Even the world of magic, like Firuman, couldn't escape this kind of law of nature. Yet, the giant dwarf could magically ignore this kind of law. This aroused Alder's excitement and interest.

A moment later, shockwaves and large explosions keep erupting in the area. None of the dwarves dared to approach this wasteland and could only see a giant dwarf fighting against a black light flashing the area.

The same situation also happened at the previous Stonehall location. However, it is a burning lava pool rather than desolate sandy land. The lava pool created by Lava Twin Swords before is very magical and still bubbling without end.

If someone looks carefully, they can see the lava is slowly turning the surrounding area into lava. If it is not contained by a strong barrier below the ground, it will break through the soil and melt the surroundings non-stop.

On the top of the Lava pool, Warcheif Might, wearing an artifact set, has a rough breath with various bruises on his body. On the other hand, all the dwarves in the surrounding area look more miserable.

Some of the dwarves are riddled with various burned wounds and broken bones. Some were even unconscious and brought to the back to recuperate. Even the dwarf elder is also not excluded from this kind of fate.

Despite the bruising and exhaustion, Warcheif Might's fighting spirit is not getting lower. Instead, he is fighting more fervently like a mad beast. His attacks become more lethal and stronger over time.

Combined with various unique artifacts in his body, he could kill a few sixth-grade dwarves and turn them into nourishment for the lava pool below.

On the other hand, the surrounding dwarves are frustrated at Warchief Might. With the help of fire elementals produced by the lava pool, their attack and means are more potent. But, this fire attack is not very effective against Warchief Might.

It could be said Warcheif Might is immune to any fire elemental attack. Hence, Warchief Might has more territorial advantage than them.

"This is absurd!! How could he still be standing after fighting all of us?!!" said Grimruk, one of the elder dwarves.

All the dwarves here have the strength of at least sixth grade. Yet these dozens of dwarves couldn't bring down Warchief Might after fighting for a long time. They even thought Warchief Might had already reached beyond the seventh-grade level.

No matter how strong seventh grade is, fighting dozens of sixth-grade combatants at once is impossible. Unbeknown to the dwarves, the surrounding temperature increases as time passes.

However, the thick fire elemental and hot temperature from the lava pool below make the dwarves unable to perceive this change. At the same time, Merra and some beastman receive intensive care far away from Warchief's battlefield.

After Warchief Might arrives, the Beastman from Savan manages to rescue Merra and escape the area. While still recuperating, Merra finds the metallic in her hand dimly lit.

'This…' thought Merra in surprise.

"Where is the Warchief location?" asked Merra to her subordinate beastman nearby.

"According to the latest report, he seems to be chasing Baron Victory towards the Stonehall." said the nearby beastman.

"What?!! That fucker!!" cursed Merra angrily and pushed her body to get out of bed.

"Leader, please stop!! You still need to rest." said the nearby lamb beastman in panic.

Hearing her subordinate plea and feeling the sharp pain in her body make Merra come to her senses. She takes a deep breath to calm her mind despite worrying about Angus' safety.

Unlike before, Angus is facing her father in his real body. She knows how terrifying his father's real combat capability is. Warchief Might have absurd physical power and his skill mastery is the one that makes him a horrifying seventh grade.

"Call Romi here. I want him here as soon as possible!! Also, evacuate any beastman to get away from the Stonehall area. The farther, the better." ordered Merra to the nearby beastman.

"Yes, leader." said a few of the bandaged beastman before moving away.

'I hope you are going overboard and hurting him!!' thought Merra worriedly.

Merra's bracelet is deeply connected with her brute father. In fact, it is a special magic tool to warn the Warchief's current state. It is not to warn her about the mighty Warchief's health condition but more towards its surrounding area. There are many stories and legends about Warchief Might's power.

The most absurd one is where he kills an entire city just by his presence. Merra, one of the closest people and daughter of Warchief Might know the real story behind such a story. She knows the danger and devastation her muscle-brained father could do.

She knows if no one stops him soon, this area may turn into a wasteland like Morvo Wasteland back in their home.

Meanwhile, Angus and Jayna continue their fight against the dwarves' group. Despite already killing many dwarves, the number is not dwindling and keeps increasing.

If it were not for Angus and Jayna's absurd natural regeneration, they would collapse from such a high battle intensity against these dwarves. [Hammer Art - Thunderclap] *BOOOM* The dwarves launched an attack together toward Angus.

Angus didn't use [Flame Blink] and dodged the attack with hairbreadth while countering with his slash. *Slash* *Slash* *Slash* The Lava Twin Swords effortlessly penetrate their sturdy armor and slash them into two pieces.

As time passes, the dwarves notice Angus is the most dangerous person among the three little families. With their keen perception, they know Angus controls the battlefield perfectly while hitting the barrier power source point.

Moreover, Angus only uses [Flame Blink] to avoid getting surrounded or controlling the battlefield. As for fighting against the dwarves, his impeccable movement and reaction speed is enough to deal with them.

None of the dwarves' attacks, be it hammer skill, dwarves art, rune attack, or elemental attack, reach Angus. He could always dodge it at the last moment. Such a superb movement no longer just avoiding but a true state of the art.

Angus is like dancing not against the dwarves or the incoming attack but against death itself. No matter what kind of attack it is, he could always dodge it at the last moment.

The dwarves feel like an invisible wall surrounding Angus prevents them from touching him. No matter what kind of effort they put in, they couldn't even touch Angus's shadow. This makes them respect and fear at the same time.