Chapter 730
The den that Fire Dragon Bamler lived in was still a hundred and fifty kilometers away from Un’Goro Volcano.
The adepts would unavoidably pass through the camps of the Blackiron Dwarves and the Blackstone Orcs if they wanted to get there.
Due to a lack of cover in a vast and mountainous region like the Burning Plains, trying to sneak into the dragon’s den while hiding from the local natives was virtually impossible. After a brief discussion with Vanlier, Greem finally decided to move to the Ironstone Highlands and advance to the den through the Blackiron Dwarves territory.
They rested for one night.
The party moved at the first sign of light on the second day, departing from Un’Goro Volcano under the sharp glares of the many Flamebelly Ogres.
With Old Fox Vanlier as their guide, the party’s progress hastened slightly.
They first went straight north until Un’Goro vanished from sight before turning northwest and walking along the Firefeather Mountains. After passing through the Abyss of Ka’el and making it through a terrifying nest of Ankara beetles, the adepts finally started to close in on Blackiron Tower, controlled by the Blackiron Dwarves.
The Blackiron Dwarves might have the word ‘dwarf’ in their name, but their appearance and temperament were utterly different from the dwarves mentioned in the historical chronicles. They weren’t as gentle or kind as ordinary dwarves, and they weren’t even as welcoming of guests.
Each poison insect that he could currently breed in his swarm only had seven points of Physique. They could not possibly live through such a terrifying explosion that could even directly kill a First Grade adept.
Greem couldn’t help but frown at the sight of this.
To think a group of dwarves that were not even First Grade could stop their advance. That was not a good sign!
Greem felt rage rise up his heart. He mumbled quickly, and after a dozen seconds of chanting, a yellow, head-sized fireball suddenly appeared on his right palm.
This odd fireball was entirely different from the magma fireballs and magical fireballs he usually fired. At a glance, this blinding fireball not only radiated no warmth, it even gave off an odd, chilling feeling.
It was a Coldflame Fireball that had undergone improvement by the Chip. Its method of attack was also even more wicked and malicious.
Greem flipped his palm and pressed it downward. The Coldflame Fireball vanished into the crimson rock below without a single sound.
A hundred meters away, the smoking and bloody battlefield was immediately sealed by a strange, chilling aura. Traces of chill winds seeped out from under the ground, avoiding the swarm and freezing all of the Blackiron Dwarves in ice.
In the blink of an eye, the previously violent battlefield had turned into a world of ice and snow. The Blackiron Dwarves were frozen in all sorts of odd poses. Their wicked smiles were still fixed on their faces as they were sealed in a thick block of ice.
Due to the speed of the frost, some metal bullets that had just shot out of the rifles had also been frozen along with the guns themselves, forming odd and weird human ice sculptures on the battlefield.
However, this was the Burning Plains after all. The temperature of the air and ground was shockingly high. Even the powerful magic of a Second Grade adept couldn’t last very long. As the heat waves raged, the human sculptures started to melt, but the cracked ice continued to burn coldly like actual fire.
The Blackiron Dwarves that had been wrapped in the Coldflame started to burn once their bodies were exposed to air; they simply melted before everyone’s eyes.
Indeed, the bodies of the Blackiron Dwarves melted, just like the ice around them!
With a single move from Greem, the one hundred surviving Blackiron Dwarves outside Blackiron Tower were exterminated.
The Blackiron Dwarves who were still hiding in the tower finally felt fear upon witnessing this scene.
Kuangdang! A loud boom rang out. The two massive metal doors of Blackiron Tower were firmly shut again.