At this moment, Xiao Mo was not only looking forward to what good things the dwarf chieftain would drop.
He was even more looking forward to whether the equipment trading tonight would be more generous.
Whether it was an auction or normal trading, as long as it was generous enough.
Perhaps tonight, his territory could be upgraded to a novice tribe.
It was even very possible that the [Immortal Demon Sacred Hall] could be built.
The more equipment that could be traded, the better, so he could earn enough resources.
Now, it all depended on how many spoils of war the Immortal Demon team could obtain in the dwarf tribe!
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Underground World.
In the dwarf tribe, nearly four thousand dwarves lived here.
Among them, only five hundred dwarf warriors remained.
Because in the defense battle at the entrance, the dwarf regiment of five hundred had been almost annihilated.
Compared to the elite troops in the previous defense battle, the overall strength of these five hundred goblin warriors was still a notch lower.
However, fortunately, there was an eighth-tier peak Grand Commander and a Grand Commander who had just entered the eighth-tier mid-grade.
Furthermore, there was a ninth-tier peak Lord-level Chieftain.
All in all, when the dwarf warriors first received the Chieftain's order, they were full of fighting spirit.
But unfortunately, they encountered the powerful Immortal Demon team.
In just one round, dozens of dwarf warriors fell.
This round only took the blink of an eye.
After that, the dwarf warriors' confidence finally began to waver.
Their morale, which was not as high as before, gradually became a little low.
"Brave dwarf warriors!"
"You are the greatest warriors!"
"They are all invaders! They are evil creatures from another world!"
"We must resist to the death! Drive all evil creatures from another world out of our homeland!"
"We will fight to protect our homeland!"
"Tell me, are you willing to lose your souls again and become slaves of the believers of these creatures from another world?"
Just as the morale of the dwarf warriors was low.
The Dwarf Chieftain finally appeared on the palace city wall.
He held a giant sword forged from iron essence and wore a set of exquisite black armor.
He was burly and imposing, and his beard trembled with every word he spoke.
Feng Mos's sudden appearance greatly boosted the morale of the dwarf warriors.
"Long live Chieftain Your Majesty!"
"Long live the Dwarf Tribe!"
"The Dwarf race swears to never be slaves to others again!"
There was a story behind this.
In the ancient times of the Primordial Continent, there was a deity who ruled.
That deity was called the God of Light by all races on the continent.
All races on the continent had always believed in the God of Light, and the God of Light had done many good deeds for all races at first.
However, later, a God of Slaughter appeared from somewhere.
How could one mountain tolerate two tigers!
Thus, the two gods fought for seven days and seven nights.
The entire continent was shattered, and all races lived in constant fear.
Finally, the battle ended with the victory of the God of Slaughter.
The God of Slaughter lived up to his name, and after being upgraded, he ascended the throne of the ruler.
He treated all races on the continent as his slaves, and if anyone disobeyed, he would exterminate their entire race.
Although the God of Light did not die, he seemed to have been scared by the God of Slaughter.
Even when he saw the injustices on the continent, he turned a blind eye.
Even when his devout followers were brutally slaughtered, he stood by and watched.
Finally, after countless years.
Through the unremitting efforts of all races, they finally united to overthrow the rule of the God of Slaughter.
And they suppressed and sealed both the God of Slaughter and the God of Light.
From then on, all races finally escaped the torment of so-called gods.
From then on, they had no faith.
They only pursued the goals set by their ancestors and moved forward according to the rules set by their ancestors.
Now, the members of the Immortal Demon team kept saying, "For the great cause of our Lord!" or "Submit to our Lord!"
These words made the dwarves, especially the Dwarf Chieftain Feng Mos, feel that the damned power of faith from the past had reappeared.
If another god appeared, they would surely become slaves again.
So, the scene just now happened.
Shortly thereafter, under Feng Mos's instigation, some blacksmiths in the dwarf tribe raised their tools and joined the dwarf combat team.
With Feng Mos's command, the final battle between the Immortal Demon team and the dwarf tribe erupted!
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It had to be said that Feng Mos's strength was truly formidable.
A ninth-tier peak Lord-level, and a dwarf known for his strength.
Not only did he possess decent combat skills, but his strength was also terrifying.
Even with Xian Qing'er and Xian Meng'er working together, they were still forced into a disadvantage by Feng Mos's fierce attacks.
"Mountain Splitting Strike!"
Feng Mos leaped high into the air, and his giant sword was filled with fiery golden light.
Then, a huge sword energy flew out, slashing towards Xian Qing'er and Xian Meng'er.
Not only that, but it also directly blocked their retreat, making the situation extremely critical.
"Immortal Shield Guard Technique! Defend!"
In desperation, Xian Qing'er once again cast the Shield Guard Technique, enveloping herself and Xian Meng'er.
"Bang!"
The next moment, the sword energy struck the golden light shield, emitting a deafening tremor.
Xian Qing'er and Xian Meng'er were also blasted dozens of meters away.
Although their defense was broken, the two of them were not injured.
"Hiss..."
Feng Mos gasped.
He knew how powerful his sword strike was.
Even a tenth-tier King-level creature would not dare to confront it head-on, yet these two seemingly delicate women had endured it unharmed.
This made Feng Mos's expression become much more solemn.
Xian Qing'er and Xian Meng'er exchanged glances, secretly lamenting their misfortune.
They had thought it was just an ordinary ninth-tier peak creature, and the two of them working together should be enough.
Who would have thought that this dwarf chieftain was so powerful, his combat power was absolutely close to tenth-tier low-grade.
At this moment, a black light flashed in front of Xian Qing'er and Xian Meng'er.
When the light dispersed, the figures of four Immortal Demon troops appeared.
It was the demon general Mo Jingjing, who had arrived in time with three newly reincarnated soldiers.
"Evil ones who obstruct my Lord's great cause!"
"I will give you two choices!"
"Submit or perish!"
After Mo Jingjing appeared, her cold phoenix eyes stared at Feng Mos, her voice as cold as if from the deepest hell.
"Hmph! The proud and great Dwarf Tribe will never surrender to evil invaders!"
"Come! I only ask for a battle!"
Feng Mos raised his neck and once again raised his giant sword.
However, a mocking and disdainful smile appeared on Mo Jingjing's lips.
"Battle with me? You are not worthy!"
"Demon's Restraint! Bind!"
"Demonic Flame Soul Devouring Kill!"
Mo Jingjing waved her hand gently, and a dark demonic mist flew out.
Like a black lightning bolt, it wrapped around Feng Mos before he could react.
Then, Feng Mos's giant sword immediately fell from his grasp, and his body could no longer move, only his eyes rolled around in terror.
The next moment, a wisp of black demonic flame landed on Feng Mos.
"Ah!!!"
Immediately, piercing screams echoed throughout the entire dwarf tribe.
Xian Qing'er and Xian Meng'er on the side were slightly stunned.
Is this the strength of a general?
They were both ninth-tier mid-grade, and it was difficult for them to fight the dwarf chieftain together.
Yet, this general only waved his hand and said a few words.
This strength was so formidable!