Amber Sword-Chapter 627: Act 62 King of the Underground (13) (Part 1) (Seeking support, not looking for silence.)_2
The entire weight of the giant beast flew upward along with its left head, as if it would fall back down at any moment and crush the elderly warrior beneath it.
But Kulan remained still, only slightly leaning forward—his right hand swung upward with a sword, starting from the Hellhound’s left hindquarter and extending all the way to its right shoulder. With a tearing sound, the entire beast was split in half midair.
Black blood rained down like droplets.
The two halves of the carcass then fell to the ground with a thunderous crash.
For a moment, the field was deathly silent—
Behind the bars of her cage, Yuta gasped, her emerald eyes flickering with a trace of shock, "Impressive..."
She wasn’t the only one; the other young captives in their cages were frozen with their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound. The immense power of someone from the Golden Domain, when fully unleashed, had a crushing impact.
"He’s injured," Qian gripped the iron bars with both hands, watching quietly, "Otherwise, he wouldn’t need to go to such great lengths."
Yuta nodded, knowing that with her abilities it was hard to comprehend, but Qian, who had experienced such power firsthand, had a much more discerning eye.
Meanwhile, in another cage, Joka whispered to the frail boy beside him:
"Kevan, do you think they’ll rescue us?" he asked.
The frail boy shook his head, "Hard to say."
"I don’t think so," Maher looked outside with a complex expression, "Why would they rescue us? We’re strangers, and this is no joke."
"What will happen to us then?" Joka asked.
The frail boy shook his head again, "I don’t know."
"We won’t be trapped here forever, will we?" Some of them were already crying.
"Can’t we think of a way, Kevan?" Joka was getting anxious; he didn’t want to be locked in this hellhole forever.
"I’ll try." Kevan glanced outside and replied.
"Who can we ask for help?" Joka asked.
"Of course, the guard captain. I’ve heard that no one in all of Tonyger is his match!" someone said. Everyone turned their eyes to Kevan, but the frail boy didn’t respond.
He was watching the field—
...
Brand’s face showed little surprise. Regarding Kulan’s victory, he was more astonished by the elder’s injuries. Would a mid-Gold rank swordsman need to go to such lengths to deal with a Hellhound?
He turned his head slightly, "How badly is he hurt?"
"Thousand Army Strike," Medisha answered softly.
Brand wiped the sweat off his brow, wondering what kind of monster Kulan was to survive a hit from Thousand Army Strike. But Medisha immediately added, "It didn’t hit directly. He dodged, but the shockwave caught him, and then he crashed into the rocks. I pursued, and he surrendered..."
"He didn’t resist much," Brand suddenly remembered Kulan’s earlier cry to stop and realized the other might have recognized him from the start.
He rubbed his forehead, wondering how the other had recognized him. His swordsmanship was different from his grandfather’s style, even though Erune’s battle tactics had undergone reform after the November War, streamlined further by players.
But he didn’t have time to ponder this. The duel arena battle restarted as Kulan requested another challenge. The Hellhound’s corpse on the ground dissipated into white light, and a gate on the southwestern side opened, revealing a dwarf clad entirely in armor.
As the heavy footsteps resonated, the Silver Elf Princess suddenly said, "My lord, I know this person."
Brand saw the dwarf, encased in bulky plate armor, wearing a Barbarian Helmet with four horns, and carrying a massive warhammer on his shoulder—the hammer emblazoned with a flaming fist insignia—and said:
"I know him too. Erune Lord, this is a renowned lord among the Gray Dwarves, though he was once a slave to the Rune Dwarves. But this is just a simulacrum, not the real person."
He added, "His strength is about Gold Early Stage."
"Kulan is in trouble now."
Medisha didn’t respond, but curiously glanced at her master. She knew Brand’s identity as a Travel Mage, but a Travel Mage was not a Prophet. Without a doubt, Brand knew much that he shouldn’t have known.
The history of the Rune Dwarves had long turned to dust. Not even the Humans, or the Wizards of Bujia, steeped in ancient texts with their white beards and glasses, could fully grasp the secrets between the Silver Elves and Rune Dwarves.
But just as Brand had said, Kulan was in trouble.
Evaryan might not be as agile, but the elder found it hard to pose a threat to this fortress-like dwarf. Moreover, Evaryan wielded the warhammer called Furious Flame, creating a fiery storm within a twenty-meter radius when swung. Kulan’s attempts to attack only left his beard and eyebrows singed.
The battle raged on fiercely, everyone—especially the young captives in their cages—held their breath. To them, the elder was their last hope, but now this hope seemed to be losing, shaking their confidence. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
This was just the second challenge.
But Kulan was eventually forced into a corner by Evaryan. Though both had similar combat experience, Evaryan’s simulacrum represented him at his peak, while Kulan had survived the bloodbath of the November War. Yet the Gray Dwarf Lord had greater stamina, and his superior Magic Armor provided a significant advantage.
The dwarf let out a roar, launching his most powerful attack. His warhammer ignited in roaring flames, sweeping towards Kulan like a Meteor Hammer.
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