While most people were stunned for a few breaths, the mysterious figure in gray armor opposite had already walked in from the periphery.
That's right, it was like a leisurely stroll.
The opponent only needed to wave the weapon in his hand, and all the obstructing Gray Dwarf soldiers were cut open with a single sword, like they were made of paper.
Yalaar subconsciously trembled all over; she felt the power and terror generated by the opponent's casual swing of his sword.
It was like the change in aura her grandfather exuded when he got angry when she was a child!
In Yalaar's vision, the gray-armored figure seemed to emit an indescribable terrifying aura all over his body.
So strong!
She felt that even if she stood in front of him, she would probably be cut in half with a single sword, just like these Gray Dwarf soldiers.
"I'll kill you!!"
Seeing a large number of his tribesmen and soldiers die, the Gray Dwarf General's eyes immediately turned bloodshot, and he roared as he charged towards the gray-armored figure.
"Meteor Strike!"
The Gray Dwarf General ran, swinging the meteor hammer in his hand, and smashed it heavily towards the gray-armored figure.
Bang! Bang!
The meteor hammer was split into two by a sword from the gray-armored figure; the heavy hammer separated in mid-air and smashed into the sand on both sides, making a dull thud.
The gray-armored figure raised his head slightly, as if this was the first time he had noticed it.
"Split open?" The Gray Dwarf General stood still, his expression stunned, his face full of disbelief.
Whoosh!
A shadow enveloped the Gray Dwarf General, and then, the greatsword struck down.
Thud—
Under Yalaar's astonished gaze, the Gray Dwarf General was cut in half with a single sword, just like an ordinary Gray Dwarf soldier.
The Rune Armor on his body, which could even defend against her attacks, seemed to have no defensive effect at all.
"Monster!"
"Monster!"
With the death of the Gray Dwarf General, a terrifying atmosphere permeated, and all the Gray Dwarf soldiers scattered in screams.
Yalaar, who had shown no fear even in her desperate situation just now, now had terror in her silver pupils.
She quickly returned to the remaining human soldiers, wanting to escape with them, but the next moment, Yalaar extinguished that thought.
Only to see!
The gray-armored figure merely swayed slightly, then instantly disappeared from his original spot, appearing like afterimages in front of the fleeing Gray Dwarf soldiers.
Only screams remained on the entire battlefield.
"Can't escape!"
Seeing the speed displayed by the opponent, Yalaar turned to look at her injured tribesmen behind her, knowing that besides herself, probably no one could escape.
"Hurry, Yalaar."
...!
"We'll hold him off!"
The heavily wounded tribesmen immediately ran over, urging Yalaar to leave with both fear and determination in their voices.
"It's not bad for everyone to die together."
Yalaar looked at the anxious faces in front of her, and instead revealed a somewhat stiff smile.
She wasn't good at smiling.
Soon.
Yalaar realized that the opponent seemed to only target the Gray Dwarves, and had no intention of attacking their group of people.
The screams gradually stopped; all the Dwarf soldiers were slaughtered by that terrifying gray figure.
"Whoosh!"
The hovering Goshawk also descended at this moment, landing on the shoulder of the gray-armored figure.
The gray-armored figure turned around and looked at Yalaar's group.
The air became eerily quiet at this moment!
The Gray Dwarves' blood had already stained the beach red; there were dismembered corpses, severed limbs, and ruptured internal organs everywhere.
The strong smell of blood constantly assaulted the senses of everyone present; even Yalaar's side, who had experienced many battles, couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines at such a scene.
The gap was too wide!
"Who are you? Why are you helping us?" Yalaar's voice trembled as she spoke loudly, pursing her lips.
The gray-armored figure's strength was truly too great; nearly five hundred Gray Dwarf soldiers were killed by him alone. If he wanted to kill them, they would already be dead by now!
In this "Valley of Despair," there was no such thing as help without reason.
The gray-armored figure, carrying his blood-stained heavy greatsword, walked towards them, and everyone's hearts tightened.
Buzz—
A slight vibration emanated from his body.