"What do you need?"
The Gray Dwarf King looked at Astor with burning eyes.
Facing the King's gaze, Astor's expression betrayed a hint of nervousness. He knew that the hope of the entire clan was now pinned on him.
"Please forgive my insolence. Astor needs the ring on Your Highness's hand to increase the chances of defeating our opponent."
Before Astor could speak, the Minister of General Affairs bowed deeply to the Gray Dwarf King first and made the request.
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Hearing this.
Without any hesitation, the Gray Dwarf King reached out, took off a ring emitting weak magical fluctuations from his left hand, and tossed it over:
"I'm counting on you, Astor!"
Astor hastily caught the ring, nodded with a solemn expression, and then turned to leave quickly.
"Your Majesty, we must also provide assistance to Astor," the Minister of General Affairs said, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Then let's go, old man!"
The Gray Dwarf King raised his hand, straightened the Crown on his head, bit his lip solemnly, and turned back toward the passage they had come from.
"Your Majesty!" Seeing this, the Minister of General Affairs' eyes grew moist, and he quickly followed.
If they eventually achieved victory in this disaster, His Highness would surely become a truly qualified king!
Above the Oasis.
Lyle threw the unconscious Minister of Forging aside; now was not the time to interrogate him for information.
He looked up!
Looking at the Gray Dwarves fleeing in chaos in all directions, Lyle moved, vanishing from his spot as he charged toward them.
Sword light flashed!
One Gray Dwarf after another died in an instant.
Expressionless, Lyle continuously swung his magic greatsword, the wails and terrified screams ringing incessantly in his ears.
Was it cruel?
Perhaps.
Lyle continued to swing his sword with a calm heart.
He did not like to confine his actions within "right and wrong," as that was actually an invisible judgment of oneself.
Simply put, it was internal friction!
Compassion?
In Lyle's view, this emotion was a sense of conscientious responsibility derived from the education of his previous life.
But the premise of all this was that in his previous life, humans existed at the top of the food chain as the highest form of organism, allowing them to look down equally upon other species below.
But what about the humans of this world?
An inferior race!
As far as Lyle knew, in the central continent of the New World, there existed a nation of Trolls where humans existed purely as food.
In that nation, the best ingredient to entertain guests was even a six-month-old infant inside a human mother's womb.
So, talk about compassion?
Don't make me laugh!
For a bunch of weak humans to pity a race stronger than themselves was not a matter of being a goody-two-shoes or not.
Lyle actually did not like the Slane Theocracy, but that did not prevent him from believing that the Slane Theocracy's doctrine was correct for the current human race.
"Humanity First"!
Only such an extreme doctrine could allow humans on this continent to have a clear definition of themselves as "we are not an inferior race."
"Hmm?"
Lyle's figure moved rapidly. As bursts of blood mist bloomed around him, his sword-swinging motion suddenly paused briefly, and he raised an eyebrow.
He noticed that the Sandstorm Elemental Spirit that had dived underground seemed to be restricted. Not only that, but even the originally chaotic Gray Dwarves seemed to be gradually organizing themselves and starting to launch a counterattack!
But what a pity!
This group of Gray Dwarves was too weak. In front of Lyle, they couldn't mount any effective resistance at all; the defensive line they had just established was easily torn apart by the magic greatsword.
"Magic Slash: Wind!"
Seeing that the cooldown for his [Magic Swordsman] class skill had ended, Lyle raised his hand and unleashed a slash toward the dense crowd of Gray Dwarves in the distance.
A large number of Gray Dwarves were shredded by the magic slash in an instant!
The magic slash, fused with elemental attributes, had its attack power boosted by a level. Among the four elements, the wind element's attack power was not the strongest.
However, the wind element slash was more suitable for dealing with weaker opponents as it could create an area of effect damage, whereas the fire element slash was suited for dealing with strong opponents.
As the Gray Dwarves gradually began to gather together...
...Lyle's range of movement unwittingly decreased along with it.
It was under these circumstances!
...that a Gray Dwarf, holding the cylindrical weapon in both hands, stared with bloodshot eyes and resentment at the figure in the distance slaughtering his companions.
"Damn human!"
This Gray Dwarf was indeed Astor. Smelling the thick scent of blood in the air, his breathing grew rapid.
The nervousness he had felt earlier when facing a Hero-class powerhouse completely vanished at this moment, leaving only the single thought of killing the human.
Click!
A mechanical sound rang out from the cylindrical weapon.
Astor raised the weapon, closing one eye to aim at the distant human figure.
With the assistance of his clansmen, that human's range of movement had already shrunk significantly. He knew this was already his clansmen's limit!
"Precise Aim!"
Astor let out a low shout in his heart, and the cylindrical weapon he was aiming began to shake slightly, seemingly locking onto the human rapidly.
In the next moment!
A red light flashed on the cylindrical weapon.
In Astor's vision, various parts of the human's body simultaneously emitted glows of different colors.
For instance, the head glowed red, the arms glowed blue, the chest glowed orange, and so on.
The different colors represented the various effects produced after the weapon in his hand launched an attack.
Astor's gaze was solemn. He did not aim the muzzle at Lyle's head, but instead aimed at his leg.
That human was wearing armor; although aiming for the head would cause greater damage, it would also be blocked by the armor.
Therefore, Astor planned to attack the opponent's leg first to restrict his movement.
Bang!
A muffled bang rang out across the chaotic battlefield, a sound that was not very distinct amidst the screams of the Gray Dwarves.
At this moment!
Lyle, who was in the middle of slaying the surrounding Gray Dwarves, suddenly pulled back his magic greatsword and thrust it into the ground in front of his left leg.
Clang!
A crisp metallic clashing sound exploded against the blade of the magic greatsword, letting out a loud ring.
This is...
A look of surprise appeared on Lyle's face: "A gun?"