Chapter 1354 The Strongest Race

The four dwarves, with their short and fat bodies, looked like dwarfs facing a giant compared to the hurricane that reached the top of the magic barrier.

They were holding daggers that were overconfident in their strength, roaring loudly, and using the tip and edge of the sword to stab the approaching hurricane step by step.

The scene was both heroic and comical, as if primitive people holding stone spears were constantly resisting wild beasts with their flesh and blood.

After absorbing several pieces of blue brick powder, the outer shell of the hurricane has already become as hard as bluestone, even harder than bluestone.

Facing the dagger infused with the power of transformation, it remained as stable as a rock and continued to crush it with unstoppable momentum.

The dwarves retreated step by step, but were still not discouraged and continued to resist with their daggers.

After the piercing screams unique to metal, the tip of the sword was worn away by the force of the hurricane, and the edge of the sword was chipped off by the constantly rotating bluestone powder contained in it.

The dwarves are still resisting vigorously, and their posture is the same as that of Emily and other elves who are struggling to disrupt the dwarf guild camp.

Both stubborn and beautiful.

However, the difference between Hurricane and Dwarf is not only in size, but also in strength.

The four dwarves relied on their four daggers and their flesh and blood, but it was really difficult to withstand the hurricane's invasion. Finally, with a metallic scream, all four dwarves broke.

They can only rely on their personal armor and flesh and blood to continue trying to resist the hurricane.

Standing in the audience, I can fully imagine the feeling of powerlessness when facing the hurricane, the harsh sound made by the rotating bluestone powder rubbing against the armor, and the exposed skin being constantly damaged by the powerful energy of the hurricane. Devastating pain.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but clenched my hands.

At this moment, the captain of the Dwarf Guild shouted loudly and issued several incomprehensible instructions.

The painful expressions on the four dwarves' faces were suddenly filled with surprise.

For an instant, white light suddenly appeared all over their bodies, and then countless golden halos appeared from under their skin.

The halo accumulated more and more, and in a few breaths, the four dwarves were dyed golden!

The golden light continued to expand, and in another dozen breaths, the light had grown to four or five times the height of the dwarf.

It can be vaguely seen that this grown-up light has the appearance of a dwarf, and the figure of a dwarf is like a dwarf enlarged several times!

The four dwarves who summoned the phantom suddenly became energetic as if they had been given a shot of blood. In their eyes, there was no longer pain, but instead, they were filled with enthusiasm.

Roar!

Four roars came out suddenly, and some of the spectators nearby couldn't avoid it. They stretched out their hands to cover their ears, but they were still grinning from the shock.

With the roar, the four dwarves stretched out their hands again and pushed towards the hurricane.

The golden shadow moved in unison with the dwarf and was the first to come into contact with the hurricane.

A chaotic sound rang out, the sound of the golden shadow competing with the bluestone powder shell of the hurricane.

The sound was rapid, like a chainsaw tearing apart rocks.

As the sound became more urgent and louder, I saw a scene beyond my expectation.

The previously arrogant hurricane actually stopped its crushing steps and was pushed back with powerful force by the four dwarves and their golden shadows.

"This is the true strength of our dwarves," the Dwarf King solemnly said, "This is also the dwarf guild's ability to dominate the world."

While talking, they saw that four dwarves had stopped on the field. They were panting heavily while driving the golden shadow to tear apart the hurricane layer by layer with brute force.

That scene was like tearing off wallpaper.

Each time a layer is peeled off and shredded, the size of the hurricane will shrink by a circle, and the energy it contains will also weaken by a point.

On the side of the Legion of Roses, several magicians looked a little anxious, but they still kept chanting spells to inject more magic into the hurricane to maintain its existence.

However, the speed of injecting magic is not as fast as the speed of hurricane being torn apart.

A few minutes later, the hurricane that crushed a deep groove in the bluestone arena finally disappeared under the torn apart by four dwarves.

The four dwarves were also so tired that they no longer had the strength to continue attacking. They flopped and sat down on the ground.

At the same time, on the side of the Rose Legion, several magician girls who released hurricane magic also turned pale and were unsteady on their feet. Fortunately, they were helped by their companions to avoid collapsing.

This exciting small-scale battle can be said to have resulted in a thousand injuries to the enemy and eight hundred losses to oneself.

But there is no doubt about its stunning degree.

Thinking of the golden shadow of the dwarf, I turned around and asked the Elf Queen quietly: "Your Majesty Queen, why haven't I seen the elves activate their talents? Could it be that this battle is not enough for them to activate their talents to fight?"

The Elf Queen whispered: "The talents of our elves can only be clearly revealed in the jungle. Outside the jungle, they will only show their outstanding agility and maneuverability."

"So there are restrictions," I muttered.

Unfortunately, the murmur was heard by the Dwarf King, who said happily: "As expected of my son-in-law, he can see that our dwarves' talents are limited so quickly."

Ah?

What did you say?

I'm just doing it crookedly. Please don't look at me with that approving look. I'll be shy.

The Dwarf King sighed softly and said: "If our dwarves' talents did not have such limitations, we dwarves would have long ago become the strongest race in Zephyr Continent!"

On the side, the Goblin King looked embarrassed and coughed in a low voice: "Shut up, brother, stop dreaming about such unrealistic things. Even if there are no restrictions, dwarves are still not the strongest race."

"The truly strongest race," he said, turning his gaze to the arena, staring at a few inconspicuous young figures, and said, "They are fairies."

The magic barrier collapsed instantly, and several magicians and priests stopped chanting breathlessly.

The reason why they maintained their position for so long was to prevent soldiers from sneaking up on the rear. Now that the four dwarves who were sneaking up on the rear were all exhausted, they could take a breath of relief for the time being.

As soon as the barrier was removed, several petite figures slowly walked out of the team. They looked very cute, their eyes were very pure, and they looked harmless to humans and animals.

But this is only in the eyes of ordinary people.

Real adventurers, once they see them, are either respectful or serious. No adventurer dares to look at them like the sister next door.

They are fairies.

I know a little about the power of the Fairy Queen, she is the type who can torture me even with her eyes closed.

I also know a little bit about little Remi's strength. Once she gets serious, I can't catch up with her speed even if she's ten.

However, the Fairy Queen and Little Remy are the only remaining fairies of royal blood, and they have the upper hand over other fairies in terms of bloodline.

Even so, one cannot underestimate any of them.

Even if they don't have royal blood, they are still fairies and still have fairy blood.