Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 12: Gray Dwarf Tribe

Inside the cold iron ore vein.

There was a long and narrow entrance deep in the cave, which was supported by rough cold iron bars by the gray dwarves, forming a solid archway. There were several pieces of unprocessed cold iron ore piled up at the entrance, faintly revealing a dark blue metallic luster.

Inside the door is a relatively open space. Tools and weapons made of cold iron are hung on the walls of the cave. Each piece looks heavy, revealing the excellent forging skills of the gray dwarves.

The beds made of cold iron bars and hard wood found in the mines were scattered throughout the cave, looking extremely simple. The only facility here that could be called thoughtful was a metal forging furnace in the center of the cave.

It is obvious that these gray dwarves have already made their home in this vein of minerals.

At this time, the gray dwarves held weapons in their hands and looked nervously at the silent gnolls in front of them, trying to make intimidating gestures, but the gnolls' sense of smell had already smelled the smell of fear in the bodies of these short men in the air.

The chief of the gray dwarves, Clangeddin Bronzebeard, shouted with warning: "Damn stupid dogs, you have trespassed into the territory of the Bronzebeard clan. We have no food and will not give you any food. Get out of here!"

It was obvious that Clangedin regarded these gnolls as a group of monsters looking for food. Although gnolls were very rare in the Underdark, they did exist.

Virtually any creature with darkvision can survive here, and the Gnoll, as a nocturnal creature, is one of them.

Although Clangeddin seemed strong, he was also complaining in his heart. Not to mention those motionless and weird gnolls like puppets, the gnoll leader who looked a lot bigger at the back and the ogre who almost filled up the entire passage posed a great threat to him.

Clangeddin is a sixth-level warrior and possesses some simple psychic powers, but his fellow tribesmen behind him have almost no combat power.

A gnoll suddenly moved. It slowly walked out of the team with a yellow halo in its eyes.

It looked at Clangeddin and said, "Follow me out. Our master is waiting for you."

Then it looked at the gray dwarf behind Clangeddin and added, "If you don't want them to die."

The gray dwarf was silent. After thinking for half a minute, he put down the cold iron axe in his hand. The Bronzebeard clan had no ability to resist a group of irresistible monsters and a master who controlled them.

"No! Clangedin! These monsters will eat you, don't go out!" The gray dwarf behind him raised an objection.

"That's right! Fight them! These long-haired little cubs, I want to eat dog meat tonight!"

"Dark dwarves will never be slaves!!"

"That's right, unless three meals a day are included!"

One of the gray dwarves who followed suit was glared at by his fellow tribesmen. He smiled awkwardly and changed his words: "Dark dwarves will never be slaves!!"

"That's right!!"

The surrounding gray dwarves roared in agreement, ready to rush up with axes to fight the pack of wild dogs.

But Clangedin was not swayed by this emotion. He took a deep breath and said.

"Listen to me, my brothers and sisters, believe me, I will not go to die, and I will not let you go to die."

"Remember how we escaped from Orindor? It was courage, but more importantly, caution and wisdom that helped us!"

The gray dwarves were silent. They were not fools. They knew very well the gap between themselves and the monsters before them. It was only their passion that supported their courage.

But the first effort was enough, the second was weak, and the third was exhausted. Clangeddin's words made them realize the cold reality again. Rust licked his lips impatiently. He had been patient with these short stumps for a long time. If it weren't for the gnoll who was obviously conveying the master's will, he would have ordered the gray dwarves to be torn into pieces and had a good meal.

"Damn dwarf, stop challenging my patience. I swear, if you don't get out, I'll cut off both of your legs and carry you out!"

Clangeddin glanced at Rust coldly. Dwarves hated being mocked for their height the most, but the situation was stronger than they were, so he had to walk out of the cave in silence.

Nemesis, who had been waiting outside the cave for a long time, finally saw the gray dwarf coming out. He felt a little absurd as he looked at the dwarf in front of him whose skin was the color of cement.

Are these dwarves the ones who broke the [Higher Seal Gate]?
He then refuted his own idea, saying that unless the gray dwarf god Laduguer personally performed a miracle, it would be far from possible with their strength.

At this time, Clangedin had already broken out in a cold sweat after seeing the white dragon floating in the air.

"A baby dragon? Damn it, what kind of dragon is this? Is it a hybrid white dragon?"

It's no wonder that Clangeddin is so nervous. If the other party is really a white dragon among the five-colored evil dragons, the Bronzebeard clan, who have gained freedom, will probably become slaves again!

No, even worse, become a dragon's dessert!
Thinking of this absurd future, Clangedin's legs couldn't help but go weak.

As a gray dwarf who hated most races, he had to search his mind for any knowledge about etiquette at this moment, and said tremblingly:

"Great true dragon, I wonder what you need the Bronzebeard clan to do for you."

Nemesis did not approach Clangedin. Unlike the other party, he knew clearly that as a scroll dragon, his physical strength was almost far different from that of other true dragons. If a level six warrior suddenly attacked, there was a chance that he would be hurt.

"Dark dwarves, do you really not know why I am here?"

Under the vertical pupils of the scroll dragon, Clangedin felt a strong pressure. He had a bad guess in his mind, but he knew that this was the most likely purpose of the greedy true dragon.

"Are you here for our cold iron ore vein?"

"It's my cold iron ore vein!!" Nemesis' dragon might descended upon Clangedin with a roar.

"You embezzled my property, and you have the audacity to claim it as your own?!"

Sure enough, Clangedin couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, he knew it was like this.

What he didn't know was that Nemesis' heart was bleeding with pain at this moment.

Like most dwarves, the gray dwarves are keen on forging. This clan of gray dwarves has no idea how much cold iron ore they have already mined.

You should know that cold iron ore is most valuable only when it is unpolished!
"Yes, it is your property. I made a mistake. Great True Dragon, the precious cold iron ore vein is of course your property. The Bronzebeard Clan promises to leave here immediately!"

Clangedin tried to justify his gaffe.

Nemesis snorted coldly, retracted his pressure and asked, "Tell me your origins, don't leave out a single word."

Clangedin couldn't help but wonder about Nemesis's purpose, but he still explained it honestly.

"Great True Dragon, we are a group of slaves who escaped from the city of Orindor. In fact, we have only lived here for a few years."

(End of this chapter)