Chapter 1858: Chapter 607: Lonely Master (Part 3)
Aside from Master Pafan and Master Aymar, who was overseeing alchemy work in Florence, the other three Aegean great magic tutors immediately contacted Liu Zhenshock through bone connection, repeatedly expressing their apologies and stating that if this was a full-scale attack on the Underworld Clan, they would certainly be duty-bound and so on…
Master Pafan came specifically to assist, but in truth, he also had conditions.
The Ice and Snow Goddess Church’s Pope had already made it clear to Old Liu beforehand that this time, the Church of the Snow Goddess was taking concrete actions to consolidate their sincere friendship with both Florence and Lord Saint Xiao, but Master Pafan could only use the “Starfall Snowstorm Compass” to assist once, and then he must leave immediately through the magic teleportation array.
Likewise, the Pompeii Empire expressed extreme concern for Master Aymar’s safety. Even though the Pompeii Empire clearly knew the number of Durex Burst Arrows stored in Florence, they still specially sent a prince as a special envoy to discuss the details of participation in the battle with Liu Zhenshock in Florence, striving to ensure Master Aymar’s safety.
Honestly speaking, humans’ actions are not without justification, because even if Dragon City participates fully in the battle, they definitely cannot stop the advance of the Underworld Army, with numbers as high as seven hundred thousand, and the downfall of Florence seems inevitable.
Liu Zhenshock understood this morally but could not accept it emotionally. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovєlFіre.net
In the eyes of the world, since the Underworld Clan planned to first sweep away Florence, the resistance launched by him and Florence was like a green party car blocking the road, utterly futile!
This resistance was only to gain some strategic buffer and preparation time for others!
What kind of ridiculous logic is this! Liu Zhenshock would absolutely not agree with such a statement; does every battle have to be prepared in advance?
As for external aid, Liu Zhenshock initially had the mindset of accepting whoever showed up, with or without backup, focusing mainly on tapping into his own potential.
The Shieldaxe Dwarves, the vanguard of aerial battles, were smoothly obtained by him from the Fallen Elves.
The upper echelons of the Fallen Elves had, in fact, shot themselves in the foot. If they did not covet the Shieldaxe Dwarves’ aerial combat capabilities, instead simply poison them through fine food and wine, the Shieldaxe Dwarves would not have strengthened Florence’s already formidable aerial power even further.
Blame it on Rommel who, returning from Florence, had brought back a formal exchange contract marked with Old Liu’s personal seal.
On the Aegean Continent, even a magic tutor would never renege on their word after signing a contract, let alone a divine representative and a Saint Level Great Magician! Moreover, the Fallen Elves had past trade connections with Old Liu; despite Florence’s domineering nature, its credibility was genuine, and this habitual way of thinking completely deceived the Fallen Elves.
When the Shieldaxe Dwarves flapped their shield-wings, descending slowly like flying shells onto the Red Earth Square of Florence, the Summer Palace corps blasted the Fallen Elf troops responsible for the handover with intense firepower, scattering them like a herd. Just a moment ago, the Blood Elf Prince Benitez was chatting and laughing with Old Liu, and the next he was choking under Fat Luo, with over ten sharp daggers stabbing into his body from various directions.
Out of two thousand Fallen Elf warriors who came for the handover, less than twenty managed to escape alive; Rommel fled with You Yue’er, the Drow matron, faster than a thief stealing oil.
“We’ll fight you every time we see you next time!” Xiao Bei rolled up his sleeves, majestically scolding the Fallen Elves fleeing chaotically across the wasteland: “Are you blind? How could Florence possibly talk credibility with you bunch of idiots!”
The Shieldaxe Dwarves were watching in bewilderment, simultaneously intimidated by Florence’s three-dimensional magical firepower.
The Four Duergar clans, although of close kinship, had not interacted frequently over the years due to the vast distances, only inviting each other to significant events like the appointment of a clan leader.
The Shieldaxe Dwarves’ last contact with the Golden Dwarves probably dated back five hundred years. Not having met for so many years, the Golden Dwarves truly surprised the Shieldaxe Dwarves; the last time, only the Chief of the Children of Thunder could wear gold armor, yet now everyone was clad in gold.
With their keen nose for metal, the Shieldaxe Dwarves felt that the battle hammers in the Golden Dwarves’ hands seemed to be Jing Gold products.
How could they be Jing Gold? The Shieldaxe Dwarves thought they might be seeing things.
Before the Shieldaxe Dwarves could pull their confused thoughts from their chaotic minds, the Great Magician Saint Xiao uttered something that severely bruised their self-esteem.
“Damn, how come you’re all so poor?” Liu Zhenshock actually spoke without intent; he meant the statement for all Duergar, not just the Shieldaxe Dwarves. Upon first meeting each pure-blooded Duergar clan, they all dressed like ragpickers.
This Shieldaxe Dwarf group was no different, each sporting a shiny bald head and a short, stocky build, resembling a series of oversized olives; their clothes had gaps everywhere, stained with ancient grime.
If it weren’t for the row of gleaming Short-tailed Battle Axes tucked at their waists and the silver round shields on their muscular arms engraved with the Shieldaxe Dwarves’ unique emblem of malt wine barrels gushing foam, Liu Zhenshock would have never discerned them as a pure-blood Duergar group.