"Disaster has struck!"
"Your Majesty the Chieftain!"
"Something terrible has happened!"
The underground world was dim, illuminated only by scattered lights.
The previously silent expanse was shattered by a sharp voice, distinctly dwarven.
A dwarf scout, shouting in alarm, ran with extreme speed, his expression panicked.
He stumbled his way through the entire dwarf tribe, scrambling on hands and feet to ascend a platform at the rear of the settlement.
Then, he burrowed into a building that appeared rather majestic.
"Your Majesty the Chieftain!"
"We are in deep trouble!"
The dwarf scout burst into the great hall, falling to his knees with a thud, gasping his words.
At the main seat of the hall,
sat a dwarf with a long beard, clad in black iron armor, on an exquisitely crafted stone chair.
He was Feng Mos, the current Chieftain of the dwarf tribe.
Perhaps due to his recent ascent to the peak of the ninth order,
his complexion was ruddy, and he exuded vigor.
His physique was robust and imposing, standing at approximately 1.6 meters tall.
The average height for underground dwarves was only between 1.3 to 1.4 meters.
A height of 1.6 meters could be considered that of a giant among the dwarf tribes.
"Look at your flustered state, what kind of bearing is this!"
"Where is the confidence and pride that befits the great dwarven race!"
Dwarf Chieftain Feng Mos reprimanded the scout for his panic, then continued,
"What has happened? Speak quickly!"
Feng Mos's expression was stern, yet he appeared relaxed and composed.
His hands rested on a greatsword forged from iron essence, his aura captivating.
Feeling Feng Mos's imposing presence, the dwarf scout quickly calmed down.
He tidied his thoughts and respectfully reported,
"Reporting, Your Majesty!"
"The third entrance has been invaded by creatures from another world. The third entrance is likely to fall!"
"What?!"
Upon hearing the scout's report, Feng Mos's eyes blazed with fury, his beard twitched incessantly, and his composure vanished.
"Your Majesty, it is true!"
"Many of our kin have already perished. While these otherworldly creatures are few in number, they are powerful!"
"Our kin guarding the third entrance are no match for them."
"Most... most importantly, even Deputy Commander Temo was brutally slain!"
"Bang!"
As soon as the scout finished speaking, Feng Mos slammed his hand heavily onto the armrest of his seat.
"How dare they!"
Feng Mos was enraged.
Temo was a peak seventh-order elite dwarf, a deputy commander of the tribal legion.
He was responsible for guarding the third entrance, and to think he met his end there today!
"From which territory do these otherworldly creatures hail?"
Feng Mos inquired in a deep voice.
The dwarf scout could clearly sense the Chieftain suppressing his rage.
Thus, he dared not conceal anything.
"Your Majesty, they appear more like humans, yet they possess the ability to fly! We felt the aura of another world emanating from them!"
"Humans with the ability to fly?"
Feng Mos frowned upon hearing this, pondering for a moment before asking again,
"What is the scale of the invading force? What is their strength?"
The scout's expression turned peculiar upon hearing this.
"This... they are not many, only ten individuals. The strongest among them is only at the middle seventh-order!"
"However, they not only possess the ability to fly but also wield extremely high-grade equipment and possess incredibly potent combat skills."
"Deputy Commander Temo fell beneath their encirclement!"
"Shameless scoundrels!"
Upon hearing the scout's words, Feng Mos's face was immediately filled with killing intent.
Only ten people, with the strongest at middle seventh-order, dared to invade his dwarf tribe.
This was intolerable!
They were simply courting death!
"Issue my command..."
Feng Mos was about to speak when he was interrupted by heavy footsteps.
A robust dwarf clad in silver-white armor burst into the hall from outside.
Upon seeing Feng Mos, he knelt on one knee, his face filled with immense anger and sorrow.
"Your Majesty! I request to lead the great dwarven warriors to the third entrance, to annihilate the invading enemy! I wish to avenge my brother with my own hands!"
Feng Mos glanced at the robust dwarf kneeling before him, then nodded after a slight deliberation.
"You may go!"
"Take with you one of the Grand Commanders, all other Deputy Commanders, and five hundred brave and fierce dwarf warriors!"
"Tisha! I command you to ensure that all otherworldly creatures who dare to encroach upon the territory of our dwarf tribe are annihilated!"
"Ensure that all otherworldly beings understand that our dwarf tribe is not to be challenged at their whim!"
"As you command, Your Majesty the Chieftain!"
Tisha, one of the four Grand Commanders of the dwarves, bowed respectfully to Feng Mos before quickly exiting the hall.
Immediately after, a large contingent of dwarf warriors, with formidable presence, raced towards the third entrance.
Watching the retreating figures of these dwarves, Feng Mos was filled with confidence.
Tisha, one of the four Grand Commanders, a middle eighth-order Commander-class warrior!
He was the second-ranked Grand Commander!
Coupled with five seventh-order elite Deputy Commanders, and squadron leaders below the peak sixth-order, and elite squadron warriors.
This lineup would surely annihilate the invading enemies completely!
After all, the strongest of the enemies was only at the middle seventh-order.
Such ant-like strength was insufficient for him to act personally.
With Commander Tisha leading the charge, good news would soon arrive!
Inside the third entrance.
The underground world experienced a slight tremor.
Faintly, rumbling sounds could be heard.
It was Tisha leading a group of dwarf warriors, charging towards the third entrance.
Moments later, they arrived at the entrance.
The next instant, the originally narrow opening collapsed, instantly transforming into a large cavity.
A dense mass of dwarf warriors emerged from the entrance.
These dwarf warriors were each equipped with excellent gear.
Sharp weapons, highly defensive leather or iron armor, and long-range bows, all were present.
Judging by their equipment, the combat power of the dwarf tribe was undoubtedly formidable.
Dwarves were naturally skilled in mining and forging, so such equipment was not surprising.
They were by no means comparable to the minotaurs of the past.
"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"
"Annihilate the invaders! Avenge our fallen kin!"
The dwarf contingent that emerged from underground numbered over four hundred, each radiating fierce aura and seething with rage.
Not far from the entrance.
Dozens of dwarf corpses lay scattered about.
The Immortal-Demon Squad had assembled entirely in the air, avoiding the sight of the dwarf contingent.
Previously, only ten Immortal-Demon soldiers below middle seventh-order had been deployed to eliminate the dwarf Deputy Commander Temo.
This was Xian Qing'er's strategy of luring the enemy.
First, present a false impression of weakness to the enemy, making them lower their guard.
This way, the enemy would at most dispatch one or two dwarf warriors of the eighth-order Commander class or above.
Then, Xian Qing'er could deploy more Immortal-Demon soldiers below middle eighth-order to encircle and eliminate them.
In this manner, the effect of depleting the dwarf tribe's living forces could be achieved.
It would also prevent the enemy from discerning the true strength of their side!