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Chapter 126 The Crimson Dragon Descends from the Sky

The grey dwarves who manage to escape death from the Underdark need not only a stroke of luck, but also undeniable strength.

After unleashing the Giant Growth spell, their hammers and shields will also enlarge simultaneously, reaching a challenge level of around 3. They will look like an indestructible thick wall, capable of withstanding the centaur's fierce charge head-on.

If such strength were placed in an ordinary adventure team, he would definitely be a core backbone, and all pre-battle preparations and plans would revolve around him.

After all, in a Dungeons & Dragons movie that Thor had seen in his previous life, the challenge level of the main characters was only five.

Unfortunately, these grey dwarves encountered drow—dark elves who survived brutal training and bloodshed. They were not only inherently cruel and cunning, but also, due to the accumulation of their long lives, almost all of them possessed extraordinary killing skills.

Some of the most talented individuals delve into the realms of shadow and assassination; while the priests who follow Lolth wield dangerous and unpredictable magic.

Several arrows streaked through the air, silent as phantoms, yet piercing the eyes of the two gray dwarves with deadly precision, instantly claiming their lives.

The gigantic gray dwarf roared and charged forward, a layer of gray-black color emerging from the skin beneath his armor, revealing that he had activated another of his talents—Stone Skin.

They swung their massive shields and hammers with all their might, but could hardly touch the drow elves who moved like nimble shadows. Instead, the sharp scimitars and rapiers in the enemy's hands pierced through the gaps in their armor, leaving deep wounds that exposed bone.

However, a few grey dwarf monks were able to keep up with the movements of these drow elves. With the tenacity honed through years of arduous training, they ignored the mind-bending magic of the opponents and even gained a slight advantage.

Unfortunately, their numbers were too small; they could only hold off a few drow, while the remaining dark elves continued their rampage.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly dire, the gray dwarf fire mage immediately joined the battle.

As a unique profession that combines the characteristics of warlocks and alchemists, and with the added advantage of dwarven blood, he did not choose to control the field and bombard from a distance like a conventional spellcaster. Instead, he also drew a double-edged axe from behind his back, smeared a strange potion from his waist onto it, and raging flames immediately ignited on the axe.

As he transformed into a burning wheel of fire and charged into the battle, he continuously hurled out various strange and unusual potions: some exploded into huge fireballs upon landing, while others spread out in patches of poisonous smoke.

This wide-range attack method, coupled with his own resilient physique, allowed him to withstand the close-range attacks of the drow for a short period of time and successfully suppressed the dark elves.

This scene also attracted the attention of the leading priestess, Rose. Her hands, which were covered by ferocious iron claws, emerged from under her cloak, and she lashed out fiercely with a scarlet snake-head whip covered in spikes.

A thunderous explosion resounded through the air. The gray dwarf fire mage's eyes narrowed, and he quickly held his double-edged axe horizontally above him, intending to rely on his strong physique to withstand the attack.

Unexpectedly, the scarlet whip seemed to come alive, wrapping itself around the axe handle the instant it touched it. When the drow priestess pulled back forcefully, a terrifying power erupted from her seemingly slender body.

The sturdy gray dwarf fire mage, as solid as a block of iron, was suddenly lifted off the ground and propelled by the whip towards the drow priest, whose iron-clawed arms reached out and gripped his throat tightly.

The sharp claws pierced the skin of the gray dwarf fire mage, which had been coated with the Stone Skin spell. Blood slowly seeped out, and a gloomy, dark power, like smoke, continuously seeped into his body.

"You weak scum, deserving only to be slaves, how dare you rebel? Who gave you the courage?"

Just as the drow priest was about to tear the gray dwarf fire mage's throat apart with force, roars suddenly came from the cliffs on both sides of the valley.

Numerous kobolds, gnolls, beastmen, and all sorts of other evil creatures peered down from above, their eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty crimson light.

Two of the kobolds, with their brightly colored scales and horns, simultaneously raised their palms and uttered obscure dragon language mixed with dog barks, instantly unleashing two fireballs, one large and one small.

The distance of several dozen meters passed in the blink of an eye, and in the next moment she was in front of the drow priestess. The surging fire elemental energy made her dare not be careless, and she directly swung the gray dwarf fire mage in her hand, using it as a shield to meet the attack.

With a deafening roar, raging flames and thick smoke rose into the air.

A powerful shockwave swept through the valley, causing the black robes of the drow to flutter wildly. They immediately stopped fighting the gray dwarves and retreated, watching the area above warily.

The leading drow priestess swept her gaze coldly around, showing no regard for these evil creatures, and shouted sharply.

"You lowly creatures, how dare you interfere in our private affairs! Become sacrifices to please our great mother!"

Before she could finish speaking, her body suddenly vanished into thin air, and in the next instant, she emerged from the shadow behind the dragon-headed kobold with short white horns, wielding her ferocious iron claws.

At the critical moment, a scorching beam of orange-red and blue light swept across from afar, engulfing both the drow priest and the dragon-blooded kobold.

The terrifying heat left a long, narrow trail of melting on the ground, cutting straight across the drow priest's body, leaving only half of his burning black robe.

The beam of light, still powerful, struck the dragon-blooded kobold. Even though it had activated the red dragon blood within it and gained some fire immunity, large patches of its scales were still charred, and it let out a mournful scream.

The drow priest, who appeared atop a giant spider's head, couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart upon witnessing this scene.

Beneath the ripped cloak behind her, her graceful figure was revealed. Her hands and feet were covered in exquisite armor, but large areas of skin on her abdomen and thighs were exposed, with only the vital areas receiving some protection.

A thick red mark appeared on his skin, which was as dark as a starless night. This was the result of brushing past the heat rays. Even without actual contact, he was burned by the terrifying high temperature.

What exactly is this? Is it some kind of high-level ray spell?

The Drow priest gazed solemnly at the sky, where a dazzling meteor of fire suddenly came into view, hurtling toward them at high speed.

"Where did this black rat come from, daring to act so presumptuously in my territory! Prepare to pay the price!"

A loud roar echoed in the air, and the red dragon, wreathed in flames, arrived in an instant without slowing down, crashing straight down towards the spot where the drow were clustered.