Hilde rested briefly, climbed up from the ground, and led a few clansmen who still had strength toward the Oasis.
Upon entering the Oasis.
What caught everyone's eyes were the dense Gray Dwarf corpses; thick blood flowed on the ground, dyeing the entire Oasis floor blood-red.
In some places, fresh blood was even seeping out from underground!
Hilde's silver-white pupils scanned the surroundings, ignoring these Gray Dwarf corpses, and she continued walking toward the depths, a trace of worry showing in her eyes.
After all, the entire Gray Dwarf tribe had a population of over ten thousand.
The number of scattered Gray Dwarfs they had cleared on the outskirts was only around 1,000, while Lord Hero had to face over ten thousand enemies alone.
Just thinking about it made Hilde's scalp tingle.
Corpses! Corpses! More corpses!
Hilde and her group stepped in pools of blood, the look of shock on their faces growing more and more intense, yet they still hadn't seen Lyle, until they entered the central area of the Oasis.
Suddenly!
A black figure appeared in front of Hilde and the others, which lifted everyone's spirits, and they hurried over.
The black figure gradually became clear.
It was Lyle, who had shed his gray armor, sitting on a half-meter-high Rock, the conspicuous magic greatsword casually stuck in front of him, looking as if he were in a daze.
"Lord Hero!"
Hilde's shout, filled with excitement and happiness, rang out.
'Experience Bar: 1001202 / 260000'
"Whew."
Lyle looked at the experience value on the panel, which had broken through one million for the first time, let out a breath, snapped out of his daze, and turned to look at Hilde and the group running over: "Hilde."
"Lord Hero, you aren't hurt, are you?" Hilde arrived in front of Lyle, panting, supporting her knees with one hand, and asked worriedly.
"There are no guys among the Gray Dwarfs who can injure me."
"It's just that I'm a bit tired from swinging my sword."
Lyle looked at Hilde, smiled peacefully, flicked his arm, and threw a ring toward Hilde.
"What is this?" Hilde subconsciously caught the ring and asked, puzzled.
"One of the Gray Dwarf clan's treasures, the 'Dimension Shift' ring, which possesses the ability to let the user vanish and shift from their spot, though it can only be used four times per day."
"Possessing this ring can at least raise your strength by a level." Lyle spoke casually.
"Such a treasure—." Hilde was shocked and subconsciously wanted to return the magic ring.
"This thing is useless to me." Lyle waved his hand, speaking indifferently.
He had already mastered the "Dimension Shift" magic; this magic ring naturally had no meaning to him.
"By the way, I specifically left behind a few dwarf craftsmen; send people to guard them well. These Gray Dwarfs possess extraordinary weapon forging craftsmanship."
"Whether you have them forge weapons for you or learn these forging techniques from them, it will be of great benefit to your clan."
"However, you will have to spend some time to completely tame them."
Hearing this, Hilde noticed that lying beside the Rock where Lyle was sitting were several unconscious Gray Dwarfs whose chests were still rising and falling.
"I understand, Lord Hero." Hilde nodded quickly in response.
Lyle leaped, jumped down from the Rock, grabbed the Minister of Forging Gray Dwarf, and shook him awake: "Let's go, take me to your Gray Dwarf treasury."
Hilde watched Lyle walking toward the depths and instructed the few clansmen who had followed: "You all guard these Gray Dwarfs well."
After saying that, Hilde hurriedly followed.
The Gray Dwarf clan's treasury was also hidden in an underground cave.
Under the control of "All-Race Charm," the Minister of Forging naturally led the way honestly.
The situation in the underground cave was very complex.
Especially since many places had been destroyed by the Sandstorm Elemental Spirits, causing some passages to be impassable, and there were even a large number of Gray Dwarf corpses gathered underground.
With the entire Gray Dwarf tribe having a population of over 15,000, it was impossible for Lyle to kill them all one by one with his sword, let alone those who fled and were killed by the Human Race side, which was only about 1,000.
Come to think of it! If it weren't for the Gray Dwarf clan living underground, Lyle really wouldn't have had a way to deal with so many people in one go.
Under the guidance of the Minister of Forging, after turning around several times, he finally arrived in front of the Gray Dwarf clan's treasury.
Calling it a treasury—it was just a larger underground cave, and there were no sturdy doors, only a locked wooden door.
It really looked a bit shabby.
!
There was no need to use a key to open it; Lyle kicked out, smashing the wooden door to pieces, and under the light of the torch, the items inside the treasury also came into view.
There were no gold coins or jewelry emitting golden light.
There were also no magic items containing magic fluctuations as imagined.
Half of the entire treasury was filled with jars of alcohol, and the remaining 1/3 was filled with grain and pickled meat products.
The last area was the only thing that slightly piqued Lyle's interest, but only slightly.
Various broken weapons, and a pile of Ore.
Seeing such a treasury, Lyle couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, a look of disappointment appearing in his eyes.