It had to be said that the Dark Iron Dwarves in front of them were not strong enough to face such a powerful team that was determined to 'slay the dragon'.
Perhaps in the Burning Steppes, the Dark Iron Dwarves could rely on their indestructible Black Iron Tower and firearms to occupy a large territory, becoming one of the powerful lackeys of the Grade 2 Fire Dragon. But once they encountered Grim and the others, the fate of the Dark Iron Dwarves would come to an end!
Grim didn't even need to do anything himself. Mary, Winlier, and Soros transformed into Vampire Bats and darted into the Black Iron Tower's firing ports. What followed was an inhumane massacre.
Knowing how the Dark Iron Dwarves fought, the three Vampires naturally wouldn't give them any more chances. They would either kill them the moment they saw them, or quickly escape from the explosion zone after discovering that they had ignited the explosives …
Grim stood in front of the Black Iron Tower, hearing the screams and cries of despair and pain from the Dark Iron Dwarves. Starting from the bottom, there were sporadic explosions. When the Dark Iron Dwarves saw the thick tongues of fire coming out of the watchtowers and shooting ports, and heard the crisp sounds of gunfire that sounded like beans popping, the bloody massacre spread from the bottom of the tower all the way to the top. The weak Dark Iron Dwarves finally felt despair when they faced three terrifying assassins who moved like phantoms, and they collapsed …
The door of the Black Iron Tower was opened once again, but this time it was smashed by the Goblin Ripper!
It was obvious that Tigule was a little embarrassed after being humiliated in front of a bunch of weaklings. Hence, he wanted to start a massacre to wash away his previous humiliation.
Unfortunately, not a single Dark Iron Dwarf managed to escape after the door was opened. The entire hall on the first floor was filled with corpses of all shapes and sizes. Of course, there were also the corpses of the Dark Iron Dwarves that had been blown beyond recognition.
On the stone spiral staircase at the side of the hall, corpses were strewn all over the place, their hands still holding onto broken muskets with smoke curling up from them. Pungent black blood flowed down the stone staircase, forming a black lake in a corner of the hall.
The Black Iron Tower was built quite high. As the vampires killed too quickly, the battlefield had extended to the upper floors of the tower. Therefore, the crisp sounds of beans popping could no longer be heard in the hall on the first floor. However, the power of the Black Iron Cannon was not small. The entire Black Iron Tower continued to tremble, and dust and iron powder continuously fell from above, filling the place with a strange atmosphere of danger.
The high-level Dark Iron Dwarves had also tried to use explosives to blow up the spiral staircase to stop the enemy's attack. Unfortunately, this trick might work against ordinary enemies, but it was a bit like digging their own grave to use against wizards.
Since he couldn't walk up the stone stairs, he would walk out of the tower!
The vampires rushed out of the tower, flew to the upper level, and then rushed in through the ubiquitous watchtowers and firing ports. This time, the Dark Iron Dwarf's only escape route was blocked, and he could only stretch out his neck to be chopped off. Many Dark Iron Dwarves had no choice but to roar and ignite the incense that was tied to their bodies, and then explode in despair as their opponents quickly left.
They couldn't beat them, and they couldn't blow them up either!
The remaining Dark Iron Dwarves were in complete despair, and before the vampires could reach them, they all jumped down the tower in a frenzy. With their small bodies, they could not fly, nor did they have any deceleration devices. They could only fall around the tower and become meat paste.
Finally, after 20 minutes, the 300-meter-tall steel tower that had more than 400 Dark Iron Dwarves was completely silent.
After a simple and quick search of the entire tower, they found neat rows of iron ingots, steel ingots, and other special metals in the Dark Iron Dwarves' warehouse. Naturally, there was no lack of Mithril, Adamantine, Copper, Magic Iron, and other rare resources, as well as some valuable magic gems.
The Dark Iron Dwarves had hoarded these things to pay tribute to the Fire Dragon Lord, but now they had all benefited Grimm and the others. All the members of the Dragon Slaying Team took some of the gems and resources that were suitable for them, and the rest were taken away by Grimm.
As for the large amount of normal metals, they could only be left on the spot.
Although Grimm had sealed the warehouse and cast a simple seal on it, it was impossible to waste such a good residence in the wilderness. Once they left, this place would definitely be occupied by the natives who heard the news.
When that time came, this place would become the lair of a new regional overlord.
So, no matter how many seals they applied, it would be useless!
… …
After passing through the Black Iron Tower was the territory of the Fiery-Maw Draconians.
There was no space or environment for other races to live and reproduce in this scorching red land.
As they walked on the fiery red rock slabs, the sizzling sound of flesh being grilled could be heard as soon as their boots came into contact with the ground. Left with no choice, all the Magi could only disperse some elemental particles to protect their boots. Otherwise, they would have to walk barefoot before they could even walk half a mile.
The arrival of Grimm and his party had obviously alerted the Fiery-Maw Draconians here.
Roars could be heard from the crude camp in the distance. Groups of Fiery-Maw Draconians had gathered and were advancing towards the Black Iron Tower with all their might.
Truth be told, the leader of the Fiery-Maw Draconians had received the news the moment Grimm and his party stepped into the Burning Steppes.
However, this group of foreign races had only been moving around the outskirts of the Burning Steppes, and had not shown any intention of invading. That was why the leader of the Fiery-Maw Draconians only ordered their vassal forces to pay attention to the movements of this group of foreign races, and did not really panic.
After all, Lance was the private plane of the pure-blooded dragons, and the possibility of a war between the dragon lords was very low. Even if two dragons became hostile, the ones who fought would only be the vassal Draconians or the native forces under them. Going into battle bare-chested to the nest of the other dragon lord had never happened before.
That was why the leader of the Fiery-Maw Draconians only ordered his subordinates to be on guard. This was already a sign of extreme vigilance!
It was a pity that no matter how many calculations he made, he could not have predicted that this group of outsiders would be so decisive and swift.
He had just received news a few days ago that a group of outsiders had entered the Burning Steppes, and on the second day, he discovered that they had already crossed the Un 'Goro Volcano, and their whereabouts were unknown. By the time the Fiery-Maw Draconians suddenly became vigilant and began to search for the outsiders' whereabouts, the direction of the Black Iron Tower in the distance was already burning with thick smoke signals for help.
At that moment, the Fiery-Maw Draconians who had been calm could no longer sit still!
While sending men to the fire dragon lair to warn, he frantically gathered the Draconians that were scattered around the area and assembled a team to rush to the Black Iron Tower.
Unfortunately, he was still a step too late!
Perhaps no one would have thought that the group of outsiders had used less than twenty minutes to wipe out the entire Dark Iron Dwarves, and then leisurely crossed the Black Iron Tower, bypassing the Fiery-Maw Camp and approaching the fire dragon lair step by step.
That was why when the Fiery-Maw Draconians rushed to the Black Iron Tower while panting, all he saw was a dead land filled with dwarven corpses, and the enemies were nowhere to be found.
If it were some other idiot, he might have to split his men and search the vicinity of the tower for traces of the enemies. However, the Fiery-Maw Draconians were experienced. His heart sank at the sight of the situation, and he immediately led his men and sprinted towards the fire dragon lair without hesitation.
It was 120 miles from the Fiery-Maw Camp to the Black Iron Tower, and another 170 miles from the Black Iron Tower to the fire dragon lair. Even with the Fiery-Maw Draconians' powerful physique, sprinting for nearly 300 miles in a single breath was enough to make one vomit blood!
However, just as the Fiery-Maw Draconians were sprinting across the scorched land, Grim and his men had already arrived at the fire dragon lair and met up with the Blood Knight who had been guarding the place.
… …
At the center of the Burning Steppes, there was a narrow fissure that was over a dozen miles long.
Standing at the edge of the rift valley and looking down, one could see the surging underground river of lava thousands of meters below them all the time. The steaming heatwaves and the thick, pungent smell of sulfur made this place a forbidden zone for life.
Anyone who got too close to the fissure, even if they weren't roasted to death by the heatwaves, would be killed by the vile air here.
"My lord, I've been waiting here for 20 days, but I've never seen that fire dragon come out …" The Blood Knight in charge of guarding the fissure pressed his hand to his chest and reported respectfully to Grim.
It was obvious that he had suffered a lot in this place.
Not only were his clothes red and softened from the heat, but even his body was covered in burn marks.
The fact that a Tier 2 Blood Knight could leave such obvious wounds showed how harsh the environment here was, as well as the scarcity of fleshy creatures. Although there were Fiery-Maw Draconians everywhere, to avoid alerting the enemy, the Blood Knight did not dare to attack them.
"Mhm, I've noted down your contribution. Now, return to the team." Grim gave a few simple words of praise before turning to the others and saying, "The fire dragon lair is down there. Let's go down!"
After saying that, Grim took the lead and jumped down into the crevice canyon.
Scorching heatwaves surged up from below, but they were blocked by the Flame Barrier around Grim.
The flames clashed with one another, turning the Flame Barrier crimson and producing violent crackling sounds.
Grim paid no attention to this, sweeping his gaze across the dark red walls on both sides as he descended.
Finally, when he was less than 200 meters away from the undercurrent of magma, Grim saw a circular platform protruding outwards from the northern wall. He could faintly see the faint glow of magic runes on it.
That's it!
Grimm's eyes narrowed and he immediately activated Flame Jump while his body was still rapidly falling.
In the next second, a flame flashed on the round platform, and Grimm's tall figure quietly appeared.
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