Before the words were out.
The Dwarf Mage suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, an intangible sense of danger made his hair stand on end.
After a brief daze.
The Dwarf Mage suddenly lifted his head.
Silently, a crimson ominous star streaked across the sky, the dark red trail tearing open the gray-blue night, like a fiery scar left behind.
The Dragon Wings that split the sky.
The ominous star that symbolizes death.
He has arrived.
The dark red trail scorched through the sky of the Sel Wilderness, and at the sight of the Red Iron Dragon appearing like a meteor, every Dwarf's heart instantly tensed.
"The audacious Evil Dragon!"
From the center of the mine came the roar of a war hammer hitting the ground, as the beard of a Dwarf commander danced wildly in the wind.
"Let it taste Black Rock's firepower!"
He shouted, giving the command to open fire.
At the same time, ten multi-barreled steam crossbow cannons embedded in the earth roared first.
