No matter what world it was, the best places could only be occupied by the most powerful!
This rule was the same throughout the world.
After stepping onto the Un 'Goro volcano that was densely covered in lava, Grim's group encountered a strange species the most — the Firebelly Ogres.
Seriously speaking, this was a type of powerful monster with high fire resistance and could use fire spells. In addition to swift fire spells, these Fire-Bellied Ogres also had sturdy bodies. When they wielded their lava staves and engaged in close combat, even the Blackrock tribe's beastmen would not be able to withstand their ferocious attacks.
Perhaps it was because they had lived in the volcanic caves for many years, but these Firebelly Ogres were all fat and strong. Their skin was dark red, and it was as hard as the lava here. What was even more annoying was that their intelligence was not low, to the point where they could tame some lava hounds and giant lava beasts as servants.
Hence, when fighting against these fellows, the Magi first had to deal with the barking lava hounds, followed by the Firebelly Ogres who had cast berserk spells and brandished their thick lava staves.
Using spells against these fellows was too much of a waste. Hence, the Goblin Ripper that Tigole was controlling was the one who took the lead. Its body was made of Queeras magic alloy, and even after being hit by a dozen fireballs, it was not damaged at all.
On the other hand, the crazily spinning drill on the Goblin Ripper's left arm and the screeching metal chainsaw on its right arm were not something that the 'weak' bodies of the lava hounds and the flesh of the Firebelly Ogres could withstand.
Tigole controlled the Goblin Ripper. With the drill in its left hand and the chainsaw in its right, it nimbly flashed through the enemy's encirclement like a monkey. Accompanied by loud rumbles and ear-piercing sounds of cutting, the Magi were utterly defeated.
The lava hound's body, which was made up of tiny lava rocks, was sliced into two by the chainsaw. The scorching magma stored inside gushed out, causing the scorched and broken volcanic rocks to sizzle.
Based on Grimm's A.I. Chip's visual estimation, the tough skin of the Fire Belly Ogre had at least a + 2 defence. This also meant that without + 3 Sharpness or enchanted with Penetration, it was impossible to hurt these Fire Stomach Ogres at all.
Unfortunately, no matter how strong the defense was, it was still afraid of a kitchen knife!
If a kitchen knife didn't work, then he would use a sledgehammer!
The Goblin Ripper discovered that it was too strenuous to use its sharp weapons to kill the Ogres. Even the sharp metal drill needed two or three fingers to pierce through the Ogres' chests. Thus, Tigule changed his tactics. When encountering Ogres, he no longer drilled them, but instead smashed them.
Not to mention, the Goblin Ripper also had a mystical strength of 26 points. Coupled with its incomparably heavy metal body, it swung its weapon like a war hammer. Even with the Fire Belly Ogre's strength, he could not withstand it.
A hammer strike on the head could directly smash the Ogre's skull into its chest.
Thus, as they followed behind the Goblin Ripper, Grimm and the rest witnessed the crazy and barbaric fighting style of the Fire Belly Ogres. A burning path that was dyed red with blood and magma wound its way to the top of the mountain. On both sides of the path, the Fire Belly Ogres died horribly.
With the Goblin Ripper at the front and the Dragonman Zacha at the back, Grimm's team successfully climbed halfway up Mount Un 'Goro.
In a small cave, Grimm and the rest found a relatively clean place to set up camp. They silently waited for Old Fox Venlier to meet up with them.
With Blood Master Mary around, they did not have to worry about Venlier not being able to find them!
Perhaps it was because they had killed too many Ogres on their way up the mountain, the top of Mount Un 'Goro was filled with the cries of wolves and ghosts.
The furious Fire Belly Ogres only dared to hide in the distance and curse loudly. They did not dare to barge into the cave and fight to the death with them. In the latter half of the night, perhaps they were tired of cursing, the Fire Stomach Ogres dispersed angrily and ran back to their Smelting Caves to sleep.
The night in the Burning Steppes was no different from the day.
Although the sky had dimmed a little, it was still dark red and chaotic against the contrast of the flames and magma that burned half of the sky.
After setting up some warning spell formations at the entrance of the cave, Grimm and the rest began to rest.
With their strength, they would not feel tired even if they did not eat, drink, or sleep for a few days and nights. However, in this terrifying environment where danger lurked everywhere, it was best to maintain their peak condition at all times.
After fighting for half the night, Tigole, who was riding the Goblin Ripper, was already exhausted.
He did not have the abnormal spiritual force and vitality of a Magus. Using a Grade 2 metal equipment with his Grade 1 strength was extremely taxing on his stamina and spiritual force.
After keeping the Goblin Ripper back into the Puppet Amulet, Tigole hastily ate something and filled his stomach with water. Only then did he wrap his cloak around himself and fall asleep.
Though the entrance of the cave was sealed with a flame barrier, the roiling heatwaves outside could not enter. However, they were in an abnormally active volcano after all. The rumbling sounds of magma flowing underground were incessant. Every now and then, there would be a slight tremor in the mountain.
To be able to smoothly fall asleep in such an environment was enough to prove just how exhausted the gnome Tigu Le was today!
The duty of keeping watch was naturally given to the hardworking Dragonman Zacha.
Grimm leaned against a rock, silently closing his eyes to rest.
Here, he naturally could not enter a deep meditation. He could only rely on closing his eyes to ease his tense emotions.
In this expedition to slay the dragon, he had brought along almost all the elites of his family. With such strength, he had a high chance of successfully slaying the Grade 2 Fire Dragon. However … the world was always so unpredictable. Any small mistake could lead to a terrifying situation.
With the Crimson Family's current situation, they could not afford to make any mistakes.
Unlike the time when the Crimson Family hid underground and concealed their strength, the rise of Grimm and the Crimson Family had successfully attracted the attention of many Magus families. At this time, if the main force of the family suffered heavy losses, those hungry wolves would naturally not let go of the best opportunity to attack the Crimson Family. As for the enemies hidden in the shadows, they would swarm over and use the flesh and blood of the Crimson Magi to nurture and strengthen themselves.
Hence, the pressure on Grimm was far greater than before. Almost every step he took had to be carefully thought out, and he had to plan a reasonable response to any situation that might arise.
Just as Grimm's mind was in turmoil, the night wind outside the cave made light sounds of flapping wings.
Immediately after, the alarm spell formation at the cave entrance was triggered by someone!
A moment later, Old Fox Venlier and Blood Knight Soros walked in from outside, looking travel-worn.
Dragonman Zacha, who had been quietly standing at the entrance, glanced at them with his sharp eyes, then turned his body to let them in.
It was obvious that Venlier and Soros did not have a good time in the Burning Steppes these days. Apart from their weariness, there were even some burn marks on their bodies that had yet to disappear.
Even with the powerful healing abilities of the Vampires, they could not recover from their injuries. From this, it could be seen that the creatures here were much stronger than those in other regions.
"Go and catch two Ogres, alive!" Grimm gave a simple order.
Dragonman Zacha hummed in acknowledgment. He raised his warhammer, grabbed his spear, and rushed out of the cave.
With the density of Flame-Bellied Ogres in Ungoro Volcano, he could easily catch one or two by rushing into any cave. Hence, there was a sudden burst of battle cries and roars from the Ogres not far away. After a moment, there was no more sound.
At the entrance of the cave, the light suddenly dimmed.
Dragonman Zacha carried a Flame-Bellied Ogre, whose face was covered in blood, and strode into the cave, throwing them heavily in front of the few Vampires.
"Let's recover first!" Grimm said calmly.
The two Vampires hesitated for a moment, then looked at Mary, who was lying quietly in a corner of the cave. With a slight nod of approval from her, they lay on the necks of the two Flame-Bellied Ogres, gulping down the spicy blood that stung their throats.
To be honest, the blood of the Flame-Bellied Ogres did not taste good. It was not on the list of foods that the Vampires consumed. The blood of the Flame-Bellied Ogres was bitter and fishy, not as sweet and mellow as the blood of the Forest Elves.
However, in such an environment, they had nothing to complain about. After all, recovering and preserving their lives was the most important thing!
"You've been here for so long. Did you get any new information?" Grimm asked softly.
As the leader of this expedition, he could not help but be concerned about such questions.
After all, the last information he got was from a month ago. During this period of time, Grimm had led the Dragon Slaying Team in hiding, and had lost contact with Venlier and the others. Hence, he was worried that there might be new variables.
"My Lord, please rest assured! We've been loitering outside the Fire Dragon's nest, but we haven't seen it leave. In order to not have any gaps, I've arranged for a Blood Knight to keep an eye on it. There won't be any problems. Based on the time, the Fire Dragon should have recovered from its injuries in the Stoneclaw Mountains. However, these Dragon Lords have always been lazy and sleepy. It's not strange for them to sleep for two to three months at a time … "
As if he knew what the head of the family was most concerned about, the old fox Venlier opened his mouth and gave Grim a reassuring answer.
All the elites of the family had come here for a long distance raid. If the Fire Dragon wasn't at home, then it would be a joke!
With the current situation of the Crimson Family, the absence of the main force of the family for a long period of time could easily lead to unnecessary trouble. In a situation where they didn't have any information, Grimm couldn't lead a group of elites to wait here. Hence, Grimm's uneasiness was mostly because he was worried about such an unexpected situation.
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