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"Hey… Is this really okay? I mean, many people are dying up there." asked a drunken dwarf.

Hearing this question, all the dwarves stop what they are doing and look at the dwarf that made the question. After being silent for a moment, someone finally said something.

"And leave all this booze to waste?!" asked another drunken dwarf rhetorically.

"Hahaha…." laughed all the dwarves in the underground tavern before starting to drink again.

Unlike the dwarves who cooped all day inside their community, these dwarves already see the world outside. Some even reach the pseudo-seventh-grade level strong enough to confront a seventh-grade.

However, none of them feel the obligation to help the dwarves above. Because they don\'t have any real reason to help the other dwarves. Even if some community dwarves find them and beg for help, they may just glance at them.

Unless someone could somehow encourage all these dwarves to move, no one would move from this place. Unfortunately, persuading these dwarves is more challenging than finding a unicorn horn in the wilderness.

As time passed by, more dwarves fell under Warchief Might\'s hand. In fact, the Warchief Might is actually fighting very smartly despite looking like charging recklessly. He knows that the sixth-grade dwarves in this place could somehow stall him.

Therefore, he decided to target the other lower-grade dwarves. Moreover, with his speed, none of the sixth-grade could match him unless they used all their strength or speed-type combatant. However, most of the dwarf race is not speed-type combatants and are more like power-type ones.

None of the sixth-grade dwarves nearby could match or even catch Warchief Might\'s speed. This shows the real power of seventh grade. Warchief Might may not be a speed-type combatant, but his speed is enough to outmaneuver the ordinary sixth grade.

The massacres keep going without Warchief Might holding back. At this moment, all the nearby dwarves finally realize the true terror of the seventh-grade combatant. These people are genuinely transcendent beyond measure.

Be it speed, reaction, body strength, or even mana. It is very overwhelming that it looks like a boundless ocean. The dwarves feel like fighting the stronger version of Merra but with endless mana.

"Bastard!! Stop!!" cursed the sixth dwarves nearby.

They are trying hard to stop the rampage of Warchief. However, none of them could catch the seventh-grade beastman. Even if they could catch up to him, he just needed to hit them once to throw them far away.

"Arghh!! Everyone charges on him!!" shouted one of the dwarves in sixth grade in anger.

Followed by their leader, all the running dwarves make a desperate attack to stop Warchief Might to buy themself enough time to run.

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Various physical attacks hit Warchief Might at the same time. These attacks somehow stop  Warchief Might\'s previous invincible momentum. But, the dwarves find the seventh-grade beastman unharmed, only grinning wildly.

"Not enough!! Hahaha!!" laughed Warchief before spreading his arm with an intense burst of mana.

This burst of mana threw all the dwarves nearby, even the sixth-grade one. Some weak ones even died on the stop from the sudden eruption. At this moment, a group of dwarves comes to their location.

"Devil Lion!! How dare you!!" roared someone from far away.

Unlike the surrounding dwarves\' guards, Warchief Might could see that each of these dwarves\' guards is truly strong, with their leader at a pseudo-seventh-grade level.

"That\'s Elder Thror and his Silver Knight Squad." cheered the nearby hopeless dwarves.

Seeing a new strong opponent appearance, the Warchief Might didn\'t back down either and started to get more serious. The surrounding area\'s temperature suddenly turned hotter.

"Hahaha… It\'s been a while since I got a nice punching bag with heat resistance." said Warchief Might with a wide grin.

Hearing these words, some of the drunken dwarves inside the underground tavern couldn\'t help shuddering and remembering a particular incident that had happened long ago.

During the development of the Savan kingdom, there was a time when the beastman lacked talented people in crafting. Because of various reasons, they could not procure the nearby expert crafter. Mainly it is because of the interference of the surrounding kingdom.

Somehow this news reached Warchief Might\'s ear. Then, he went for a day and back after \'borrowing\' dwarves in the surrounding area. With the dwarves\' stubbornness, the dwarves refuse to work on the spot without hearing any attempt at negotiation.

This anger Warchief Might and he starts to beat them mercilessly. Unexpectedly, he finds the dwarf race\'s naturally strong body and fire resistance as good as his living punching bag. Since then, Warchief Might has started to visit them without missing a single day.

Even after they agree to do the job because of various good offers from Savan Official, they still become punching bags for Warchief Might until he gets bored of them. Since then, no dwarves have dared to venture near the Morvo Wasteland region where the Savan Kingdom resides.

Forcing them to work is one thing, but being beaten up daily as a punching bag is another matter. Even the most stubborn dwarf will never want such a miserable position.

"Poor, Thror. I hope he didn\'t get a trauma." said one of the drunken dwarfs.

"Hahaha… That\'s impossible. Thror is one of the strongest elders. He will last longer than others." chimed another drunken dwarf.

"Wait… You mean…" replied another drunken dwarf.

"Yup. He will suffer longer than others. Hahahah…" laughed some drunken dwarves.

None of these dwarfs could think they could win against the seventh-grade Warchief. If it is another seventh grade, they know Elder Thror still has a chance against them, especially with his strong Silver Knight squad assistance.

Unfortunately, Warchief Might is not an ordinary seventh grade. In terms of combat prowess, he could easily beat two seventh grade or maybe three if he decided to go all out while risking his life and death. This shows the true danger of Warchief Might.

He is not ranked as one of the top seventh grade in Firuman for nothing. Not to mention a group of pseudo seventh grade, even if a group of seventh grade targets him, Warchief Might will welcome them excitedly.

Meanwhile, Porky flew high in the dark sky while Angus and the two girls looked below.

"That Warchief is really crazy." commented Angus.

"*Munch* *Munch* Yay!! Yay!! All the bubbles have bursted!!" exclaimed Anna while eating roasted pork.

"Angus, could we get out of here?" asked Jayna seriously.

Angus didn\'t reply but looked in the large hole near the Stonehall direction before shaking his head.

"No. Although that path may be connected with the outside, it is also covered with strong barriers at this place. Draven\'s teleportation ability is also still sealed. It is as if that hole is not part of the barrier in the first place." replied Angus.

"Then, what should we do? We can\'t just keep hiding and fighting. Although I don\'t mind killing these stupid dwarves, we may also become \'the Enemy of Dwarf\' at this rate." said Jayna.

In one of the phoenix memories, she knows that if someone dares to kill too much of one race, they will be labeled by the World as the enemy of that race. This particular title will make this race hostile against the person even if they don\'t know them.

Fire Phoenix already got a lot of this notoriety title during her crazed rampage period.

Before Angus could reply, "*Yawn* Mommy, Anna is sleepy." said Anna after finishing her last roasted pork.

A few seconds later, Anna falls asleep in Jayna\'s embrace, ignoring the chaos and destruction below.

"*Sigh* She is still as careless as ever. To think she could fall asleep when there is a lot of disturbance below." said Angus.

Despite being high in the sky, they could still feel the strong turbulence caused by the chaotic mana below. Each time Warchief Might clashes with Elder Thror and his squad, they will release a strong impact on the surrounding.

In fact, Angus should not approach this location and run as far as possible from this place. He only comes to this location because he worries about Merra\'s safety. It is not because he likes Merra, but he is not an ungrateful person.

After receiving a lot of help from Merra, he feels he needs to somehow repay her. In fact, he plans to snipe down all the sixth-grade dwarves nearby to create an opportunity for Merra to escape.

He didn\'t expect, at the critical moment, the crazy Warchief would arrive and create destruction everywhere.

"Hehehe… Don\'t be like that. Anna is tired from running all day." retorted Jayna from the side while stroking Anna\'s black hair.

"Urgh… We both know Anna is strong enough to run all day without getting tired. Besides, we are carrying her all day. She is practically not running at all." said Angus.

"Still, Anna is still in her growth period. It is not good to sleep late." said Jayna lovingly.

"Huft… You are spoiling here too much. Well, It\'s good that she is sleeping. I don\'t want to show this side of mine to her." said Angus.

"Are you going to join the fight?" asked Jayna.

"Well, I plan to meet the head of the snake now. But, before that I need some help. What\'s better help than the top seventh-grade combatant." said Angus with a grin.