In the mountain forests several dozen kilometers from the Rotting Swamp, wild dwarf warriors with solemn expressions were running through the area.
These wild dwarf warriors exuded powerful auras, with even the weakest among them being Tier Four High, and there were quite a few Level 5 and Level 6 wild dwarf warriors as well.
Behind these wild dwarf warriors were more than forty Sub-dragon Knights holding the line.
Additionally, there were imposing Bone Blood Warriors and wild dwarf mages in black robes riding on demon beasts.
"Shaman, isn't our action a bit risky this time?"
Beside Slytherin, who was riding a black fierce beast, was a wild dwarf warrior also mounted on a black fierce beast. This wild dwarf warrior's bare upper body was covered with dense blood-red totems, exuding an impressively condensed aura. Just from his presence alone, one could tell that he was a quite powerful Bone Blood Warrior.
