Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!-Chapter 552 - 201: Top Holy Land? Half-step Legend? Feel the Great Terror of the Mage! (15K)_8

Soon they arrived at a place that once counted as high ground.

The tipsy dwarf paused, rubbed his eyes, and looked around the environment, saying,

"By the dead spirits, what exactly happened here? Did those pretty heads encounter an attack from an ancient dragon?"

Flo Copperbeard, puffing with anger, kicked the dwarf over and said very displeased,

"What kind of attack do you think could cause such widespread destruction?"

"Well... if I had to say, without the influence of an Anti-Casting Field Device, even a deranged Transcendent might only cause this level of destruction!"

He scratched his big head and said somewhat respectfully, "How about you try and see if you can cause such massive destruction?"

"How about I use your head to try?" Flo Copperbeard said unapologetically.

"Please don't do that. I'm not ready to test the hardness of your hammer with my head."

Flo shook his head and said, "Alright, I'm serious. This place has now become a pile of ruins, and a lot of elves have been severely injured and can't participate in the fight anymore.

The Elf Rangers who were originally stationed here have had their points of defense destroyed and are now in poor condition, so we need to retreat first."

The tipsy dwarf picked up a nearby leather bag and again gulped down two swigs of liquor, then asked,

"Where do they plan to retreat to?"

"Not sure, you know as well as I do that our relationship with those pretty heads of the Supreme Forest is not that great."

"That's troublesome!" said the dwarf with sleepy eyes, looking towards a large pit not far away, "A Transcendent's level of destruction targeted specifically at this location would most likely be due to the powerhouses from Wandong City."

Flo Copperbeard stroked his chin's beard and asked, "Are you so sure about that?"

After a hum, the dwarf said, "I can't believe you can't see that Wandong City is now specifically a zone that undertakes the main weapon manufacturing of the goblin empire from both north and south.

As long as Wandong City is not destroyed, who knows how much Magical Equipment they could furnish to those never-ending goblins.

In my opinion, we should never have gotten involved in this in the first place. So many of our people have died already, and technically, this matter isn't much related to us.

Considering the nature of those mad goblins of Wandong City, do you really think that we could rest easy now that we have the Congregant Legion? Wake up, Flo, my friend, being naive about your opponents doesn't do any good.

The malice of a creature in its death throes can far exceed your imagination."

Flo Copperbeard pondered for a moment and finally sighed, saying, "Actually, I feel somewhat uneasy as if something has changed in places I can't see.

Since even you're saying so, I should rearrange the placement of our camp...

Let's disperse the forces a bit so that the monster that crippled those pretty heads doesn't catch us all in one go."

...

The sky gradually grew darker.

A chilling wind blew through the forest.

An dwarf outside the camp suddenly sneezed uncontrollably, clutching his hammer tightly, and his ears twitched as he listened to the sounds of the forest.

From inside the tent, a dwarf with a more youthful appearance compared to the seasoned faces of the others poked his head out.

"Sean, it's getting a bit cold outside, do you want to come in and warm up by the fire?"

The dwarf named Sean glanced at the younger dwarf, shook his head, and said,

"There's still half an hour till my shift ends, don't worry about me, get some sleep. The night is still long, don't fall asleep and lose your life in the forest."

"Are you kidding? I am a prodigy who reached the Extraordinary Rank at merely 60 years old! There's no way I'd die that easily." Sean flexed his muscular arms, as if flaunting them.

The old dwarf shook his head and said, "Everyone's life is prone to death, you've got 28 minutes left, don't waste time."

Sean glanced at the old dwarf, humphed, and without a word, ducked back into the tent to rest.

Even though the old dwarf was friendly towards him, Sean really didn't think highly of the old dwarf.

After all, having lived for so many years and barely reaching the Extraordinary Rank, in Sean's view, he was far inferior to a young person like himself.

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According to the old dwarf, he too had once been a prodigy like him, but over time, through battle after battle, he had suffered unavoidable injuries.

These injuries didn't seem to matter in his younger years, but now as he aged, they had permanently impacted his ability to continue moving forward.

Of course, that was what the old dwarf said. Sean didn't really take it to heart.

Who knows if the old dwarf reminiscing about his glory days was just a blowhard.

Yet, every time he talked about his past, the old dwarf would argue vehemently with him.

"I was quite formidable back in the day, until an arrow took me in the knee," he'd say.

"Do you know how the character for 'Chosen' is written? There are two ways," he'd claim.

After hearing it over and over, Sean grew tired of it and couldn't be bothered to debunk the stories anymore.

Of course, Sean merely didn't acknowledge the old dwarf's claims of being a prodigy as the old dwarf had said, but he did believe the stories about his numerous battles.

After all, when they found a usable public bath in the ruins of a goblin city to take a dip, he had seen the countless scars on the old dwarf's body.