The Forge Master "Brok," an elderly Dwarf Alchemist with white hair and beard yet exceptionally spirited, dressed in a heavy protective leather apron, was fiddling with several test tubes.
Hearing the words, he lifted his head, his thick eyebrows twitching: "Ah! Blood Pit Fortress! Indeed! The actions of the Venerable are truly extraordinary! You didn't know?"
He lowered his voice, a bit excited, "I specifically sent scout hawks over for a glimpse. Guess what? The demons that died there, their bodies weren't piled up like a mountain, but... turned to ashes! Tsk, tsk, tsk, the energy was completely extracted! Like being thrown into a top-grade incinerator!"
What he enjoyed the most was having demons burned to ashes, which made him feel much better.
It also quenched a bit of his desire for revenge.
After all, his hometown was destroyed in such a manner.
Panyan Toke let out a muffled laugh: "Hahaha! This is good! These abyss maggots should be dealt with this way! Drain them dry!
