Lyle thought of this and suddenly realized.
Besides talent, what limits the strength of the Human species is likely the number of classes they can hold.
However, even if the number of classes is sufficient, once the Rank reaches the racial limit, there is still no way to continue improving.
Those strong individuals hiding in the shadows who transform themselves into the Undead are essentially finding a way to break through their racial limits.
Lyle's eyes flickered slightly.
He thought of a World Item in the "Great Tomb of Nazarick" called [Greed and Absence of Desire], which has the ability to store and consume experience points, replacing certain skills and spells that require experience to activate.
This ability seems somewhat simple.
But with the status of a "World Item", possessing it, provided there is enough experience, one might easily be able to break through racial limits and reach Rank 100.
He shook his head.
This matter is still too far from him; even if he obtained this World Item, the issue of experience alone would be a significant problem.
He composed himself.
Looking at Yaral, who was full of anticipation, Lyle stood up, reached out to the Void Realm, and grabbed, causing a magic greatsword to appear in his hand.
Yaral widened her silver eyes, her gaze filled with wonder; she had absolutely no idea how that greatsword had suddenly appeared.
And the gray armor that the Hero had been wearing earlier also seemed to be able to be stowed and released at will.
Is it an ability related to magical wonders?
Yaral thought to herself.
"Watch closely. This is a type of Martial Skill. Although it is a technique of swordsmanship, it can serve as a reference to apply to the Move "Precise Control" you used earlier."
As Lyle spoke, he swung his sword with one hand.
Fourfold Slash of Light!
In an instant, four cold sword beams appeared simultaneously in the air.
Yaral, watching from the side, felt a chill run through her entire body, as if she were facing attacks launched by four enemies.
"This..." Yaral's breathing quickened, her silver pupils shining.
This was not a Move like the skill "Precise Control" she used, which rapidly enhances one's own functions, but rather a pure technique.
"Instant Reflex!"
After Lyle released the Move, a blue light flashed on his body, and his posture instantly returned to the starting state, as if everything that had just happened had not occurred, and the magic greatsword in his hand swung out again:
"Fourfold Slash of Light · Break!"
Four cold beams of light appeared in the air again, and then instantly merged into one!
Yaral felt her vision suddenly darken, as if all the light in her field of vision had been absorbed by a dazzling stream of light.
Boom!
A roar of air being torn apart exploded.
A shockwave surged!
Yaral snapped back to reality, gasping for air, taking two steps back, her face showing a lingering look of shock.
So strong!
So terrifying!
She had originally thought that the four attacks unleashed in that instant would already be difficult to block, but she hadn't expected the Hero to be able to launch an even more terrifying combo after completing the attack.
"Did you see clearly? If you have any questions, ask," Lyle said calmly, looking at Yaral, who was covered in cold sweat.
He didn't have the relevant classes for the job skills he possessed, so even if Yaral wanted to learn them, she couldn't master them; only in terms of Martial Skills could he offer a little guidance.
On the other side!
The Gray Dwarf Clan's Oasis.
The mobilization of the 5,000-strong elite Gray Dwarf army was naturally a major event for the entire Gray Dwarf clan.
Annihilating the human community, occupying the second Oasis, and restoring the glory of the Gray Dwarf clan—such major events were followed by every Gray Dwarf.
Not a single Gray Dwarf believed that this war would fail. Many Gray Dwarves in the clan were betting on how many days the war would end in.
That's right!
This was a war of certain victory; it was merely a matter of how much time it would take to completely wipe out the humans.
All the Gray Dwarves were looking forward to the fine wine that His Majesty the King would reward them with after the war, as well as the prospect of the second Oasis.
However!
Along with the surviving Gray Dwarf soldiers from the elite army fleeing back to the Oasis.
The death of the Commander-in-Chief and the annihilation of the 5,000-strong elite army caused an uproar among everyone in the entire Gray Dwarf clan.
A sense of fear permeated the entire Gray Dwarf clan.
At this moment, even if the King sent people to appease the public, it was ineffective, and everyone had fallen into a state of panic.
In the center of the Oasis, near the area with the living water source.
There was a huge cave entrance where the Gray Dwarf clan lived underground; dwarves are a race that doesn't really like sunlight, especially Gray Dwarves.
The closer to the underground area with the living water source, the higher the status of the Gray Dwarves who lived there.
In a spacious stone chamber underground.
Three Gray Dwarves with completely gray and white beards were sitting at a low table, the atmosphere in the entire stone chamber being extremely oppressive.
They had thought it was a battle of certain victory, yet the result was so tragic; this was something no one had expected.
These three Gray Dwarves before them were the three highest-ranking individuals in the entire Gray Dwarf clan.
One of them was the King of the Gray Dwarf clan, and the other two were the Minister of Forging and the Minister of General Affairs.
Originally there was also a Commander-in-Chief, but now he was dead.
The Gray Dwarf clan was different from the Dwarf clan of the Azerlisia Mountains; although they were destroyed by the Troll Kingdom and fled to the Valley of Despair.
The royal Bloodline of the Gray Dwarf clan was not cut off, and they still retained a monarchical rule.
"To be able to destroy a 5,000-strong elite army, it must be a powerhouse of the Hero Realm, it must be a powerhouse of the Hero Realm!"
The Gray Dwarf King looked panicked, looking at the two ministers in front of him, who also looked grim:
"Doesn't the Human species no longer have any "Hero" Realm powerhouses? Where did the opponent pop out from!"
"What on earth is going on!"
"What should we do? Should we send someone to the human community immediately? We can offer compensation!"
"No, that won't do. How can the great Gray Dwarves bow their heads to the inferior Human species."
Seeing the panicked King.
The Minister of Forging and the Minister of General Affairs revealed helplessness in their eyes, while also feeling some panic.
A Hero Realm powerhouse suddenly popped out from the human side, disrupting all their plans.
Most importantly, it was now completely impossible to determine why that Hero Realm powerhouse was helping the humans.
Could it be that legendary curse?
The Minister of Forging and the Minister of General Affairs suddenly exchanged glances, and the thought occurred to both of them simultaneously, but it was quickly extinguished.
This was just a legend, and if it were that curse, it would have to wait until the Human species was exterminated to be fulfilled, not at this moment!
"Your Majesty, now is not the time to panic." The Minister of General Affairs suppressed the panic in his heart, tried to make his voice as calm as possible, and advised.
"What should we do now!" The Gray Dwarf King immediately looked at the Minister of General Affairs.
"First, we need to investigate clearly whether that "Hero" Realm powerhouse is actually human, or if someone from another race just happened to pass by and helped the humans."
The Minister of General Affairs said while looking at the Minister of Forging.
"I understand what you mean... We are also short on food and other supplies, but we can draw a batch of weapons from the armory as an apology."
The Minister of Forging just exchanged a look with the Minister of General Affairs, understood what the other was thinking, thought for a moment, and nodded:
"In addition, if it is the worst-case scenario, we can also compromise and make concessions by offering to'specially forge weapons suitable for humans' as an apology."
The Minister of General Affairs scratched his thick, gray-white beard and nodded.
The human side had already obtained a batch of weapons from the annihilated Gray Dwarf army, so giving them a few more wouldn't matter.
The human population was, after all, much smaller.
The key was that they needed to figure out the current attitude of the humans and that mysterious Hero powerhouse as soon as possible.
"Send weapons? How can that be!"
Hearing the strategy discussed by the two ministers, the Gray Dwarf King immediately retorted loudly: "How can we compromise with that group of inferior, low-class races!"
"Your Highness, it is not 50 years ago anymore; we no longer have a powerhouse of the Hero Realm to hold the fort," the Minister of General Affairs said softly.
This made the atmosphere in the room sink.
50 years ago was the most glorious time for their Gray Dwarf kingdom, followed by the invasion of the Troll Kingdom, and all the kingdom's powerhouses died in that invasion war.
"We also have to prepare for the worst."
The Minister of General Affairs bowed slightly and continued respectfully: "Your Highness, we also need to make plans for the worst; the items in the treasury can only be used by Your Highness."
The next morning.
A fully armed ten-man Gray Dwarf squad, pulling a cart of weapons, set off from the Oasis and headed towards the Oasis where the humans were located.
And on the human side.
After two days of basic training and familiarization.
3,000 humans, holding Gray Dwarf iron hammers and iron-skinned shields, looked forward with burning gazes.
Yaral, fully armed, stood in front of this group of clansmen, subconsciously gripping the silver spear in her hand.
This was almost everyone in the entire clan who could fight.
As for the upcoming war, she didn't know how many people would be able to return alive, but she was clear, and everyone standing here was clear.
Relying on the power of the Hero!
This was an opportunity that could not be missed, one that could allow their descendants and all their clansmen to live in peace and security for a long time.
"We have had too many clansmen die in the war with the Gray Dwarf clan!"
"Family, friends, ancestors, and so on!"
"Just a short while ago, I thought I was going to die, I thought our clan was about to disappear completely in this Valley of Despair."
"I am so unwilling!"
Yaral's eyes turned red as she spoke, and she looked at the clansmen in front of her, whose eyes were also red, and raised the silver-white spear in her hand:
"For all our people!"
"For all our people!" 3,000 clansmen roared simultaneously.
They were already a group of people who had died once; there was nothing to be afraid of!
Step! Step!
Two sets of footsteps sounded from not far away.
Yaral turned her head, quickly wiped her eyes with her hand, then revealed a bright smile on her face again, and looked in the direction from which the footsteps came.
It was Father and the Hero.
Lyle walked calmly towards the crowd, with the Ghost Hound, which had turned into a goshawk, standing on his shoulder.
Feeling the atmosphere in the air.
Lyle scanned the crowd, saw the somewhat serious faces, and didn't say much.
"Hero..."
Clan Chief Dielong bent over slightly, his scarred cheeks showing a hint of nervousness, looking at Lyle cautiously, as if he wanted to say something, but the words didn't come out.
Lyle looked at Clan Chief Dielong and suddenly smiled slightly: "Rest assured, I will bring everyone back."
After saying this.
Lyle turned his head again and said calmly: "Let's go!"