Chapter 326 Bad News

"Go meet your father! You bastard dragon! I really hope you can find your biological father down there."

Grim jumped up and decisively shot a dragon-hunting arrow at the dragon outside the gap, interrupting the dragon's unpleasant noise with an invitation to death.

The remaining two butchers also rushed out of the bunker one after another, cooperating with his firepower to suppress the dragon.

They are just ants compared to the giant dragon, but when the ants have deadly weapons, the giant dragon has to retreat temporarily.

It has been hit by several arrows, and the bleeding has not stopped. If it is hit by a few more arrows, it will definitely meet death one step ahead of the dwarves.

The crossbow arrow flew straight towards the giant dragon, and it could even see the cold light reflected by the runes on the crossbow arrow.

The rusty arrowhead still had the power to penetrate Davis. It magnified in the witch hunter's eyes and was close to his left eye in an instant.

The vampire's timely rescue allowed him to avoid the fate of becoming an "eyeless dragon". This is the role of friends. Without friends, Davis would have died in the first winter.

It is never wise to fight alone. Without the assistance of friendly forces, an existence with obvious shortcomings will always make mistakes.

The dragon had no time to dodge, so it could only spit out dragon fire hastily, trying to use the flames to melt the dragon-hunting rune arrows.

It succeeded, but not completely, because a dwarf butcher used a repeating crossbow. The arrows coming from the side were approaching under the unwilling gaze of the dragon. The arrows easily broke through the dragon's scales. Pierced the dragon's head.

The dwarves are the dragon's old rivals. They understand each other and have various means to deal with each other.

A sleeping dragon can be killed in its sleep by having its throat slit by a newly grown dwarf with a dragon-slaying axe.

An adult fire dragon can also be brought down by a dragon hunting arrow hitting the head.

The sea of ​​​​fire poured out by the dragon suddenly surged, this was its final intensity.

The screams echoed in the dark cave, and the dragon's dying struggle shook the rock formations and knocked over the support pillars.

Rubbles fell one after another, and the dragon dragging the dragon fire on a rampage was hit by a stone statue falling from above, and was buried by the dense falling rocks in the blink of an eye.

It should learn from its predecessors, dragging its wings with the dwarves in the sky and infesting the dwarves above ground with dragon fire, rather than fighting them underground where the dwarves are more familiar.

It was too big. Unless it removed its wings, transformed its body into a snake shape, and turned into an underground rock dragon, its bloated body would make it an easy target in the mine.

It didn't expect that it would fall in this winter, just like it didn't expect that a group of desperate dwarves would sneak into its lair, wake it up with crossbows, and fight with it like crazy.

These dwarves who want to desecrate its wealth should not step out. If death is the destined outcome, then they should be buried underground together.

The lingering souls eventually returned to the Dead Realm alone, but they failed to take away Davis' life.

The bloodborn and the witch hunters worked together to eliminate the skeleton crossbowmen in the manor. The joy of victory did not last long, because Elijah brought news from the south to his companions who were preparing to go south for reconnaissance.

The forbidden necromancer is back, and the founder of necromancy, the "Immortal" Nagash, is back, and he is in Sylvania.

It did not go to trouble the kings in the desert, and abnormally took root in the empire.

Compared to the return of the Great Necromancer, a vampire ancestor who has come back from the dead is not so desperate because the situation is already so bad.

The world is just a river. Nagash's return turned the river water that was originally just muddy and muddy into the Ganges water filled with heavy metal ions and human and animal corpses.

The resurrected ancestor of Carstein is just a basin of excrement poured into the river and cannot make the situation worse at all.

What's worse than being buried underground?

Grim, who was stuck under a boulder sloping upward, gave up his struggle and greedily breathed in the increasingly thin air.

The air has never been so precious. At least it was the first time for Grim to encounter this embarrassing dilemma. The luxurious oxygen made everything smell delicious, even the burnt smell from his hair seemed extremely sweet.

The scale cloak allowed him to avoid direct damage from dragon fire, and the armor-like "cloak" allowed him to survive falling rocks, but no matter how good the protection was, it couldn't give him air. At this time, he wanted an oxygen bottle.

Is that the end?

The flattened gold cup and gold plate under the dwarf were the only things that could make him happy in this predicament, although they were a bit intrusive at this time.

Originating from physical satisfaction and greed, he felt that even dying with Jin Zi was not a bad thing.

But reason reminded Grim that gold was far less valuable than his life.

The dwarf's instincts make him brave and fearless, and also lead him into dangerous situations.

Maybe the battle underground in the fortress alerted the greenskins occupying the dwarf city, or maybe a group of goblins were borrowing a passage underground from Dragon Cliff Castle.

A chaotic noise came from nowhere, and the sharp voice of the goblin penetrated the rock and reached the dwarf's ears.

"There's no way out, it's over, we're done!"

"Surrender! Kill the boss. Let's join Gorbad Ironclaw's tribe and have enough to eat."

"Wow! You little thing actually dares to rebel. Whoever dares to rebel should wait until he meets Brother Ga Mao! Who dares!"

"It's against him!"

"Let's go together and kill it!"

"I'm Brother Mao's lackey. I work for the great master. How dare you touch me?"

Piercing screams and random knocking sounds came one after another. Obviously, this was the despicable goblin's response to the leader.

The goblin who seemed to be the leader was probably dead.

Grim put his ear against the rock with relish, listening to the greenskin quarreling somewhere. The death of the greenskin made him extremely comfortable, even though he was about to die.

Which warlord is Gorbad Ironclaw? Why does it sound familiar?

Grimm seemed to have heard this name somewhere, in more than one place.

The pile of rocks that had stabilized began to tremble slightly. It seemed as if ten thousand elephants were running wildly on the ground. The dense and loud footsteps could be heard even underground.

The rock formations began to collapse again, and more boulders fell from above, shaking the stone slabs in the deep pit.

The boulder was no longer stuck on the dwarf, which did not make him happy, because no one could guarantee that he would not die in another earthquake.

The wild shouts on the ground seemed to enter the underground, and the echoes from the distance gathered into the depths of the mine. All kinds of noises merged into a loud and unsettling roar.

"Waagh!"

Countless voices surged underground, roaring the sound of destruction.

The foolish cries of the trolls were mixed into the green tide, and the weird low roar of some kind of arthropod was also integrated into the green tide.

The sound of the green tide did not stop until the dwarves were washed down the pit by dense rockfalls.

Grimm was free, though he had lost his battleaxe.

But things seem to be getting worse.