"There is a great deal of power in you," Rhaegar said to his companions, "and although you have brought out some of these powers through years of fighting and training, in reality, the vast majority of these powers are still dormant within you, and what we need to do now is to 'stir them out'."

It was somewhere in a valley not far from the Storm God, where the companions used to train in the past, and at this moment, Willy, Tomahawk, and Heim were standing opposite Rhaegar and listening to every word the geist said.

"Compared to most creatures in this world, or even in the universe, you are undoubtedly a group of strong men," Rhaegar said slowly, glancing at his companion, "However, I must say that in front of the Thunderbolt Spirit, you are nothing more than a bunch of babies who have not yet grown up, and it can kill you countless times with just a gentle blow. ”

These words were clearly not agreed upon by the tomahawk, and the dwarf snorted dissatisfiedly.

"Attack me with your strongest strength," Rhaegar said to the battle axe, "I will prove my words, and if you can hold on to my hands for a minute, I will take the initiative to retract what I just said." ”

"At least twenty bottles of your treasured wine," Tomahawk raised his axe, "Don't think I'll show mercy to my men, whether it's you or that lightning spirit, my axe will make you understand what happens to despise a dwarf!"

His body vanished as the last word was spoken, and the next moment, before the eyes could be taken away from his original position, the battle axe appeared less than a meter away from Rhaeggar's side, and at the same time, the dwarf's massive double axe, almost as tall as his own, slashed through the air in a lightning-like arc of light, sweeping towards the geist's waist—an axe that could split a dragon in two with the dwarf's incredible strength.

However, in front of Rhaeggar, this level of attack was not much stronger than that of a villager with a farming tool in his hand and no training, and the dwarf's axe swept through the geist's body almost unhindered, but only hit a phantom, and before he could regain the position of his opponent, the huge force from behind had already made his body fly, and then fell to the ground a few meters away.

"I've seen the consequences of belittling the dwarves," Rhaegar said calmly to the dwarves who had just risen from the ground, "the most powerful dwarven warrior? ”

Tomahawk's face suddenly showed a rare flush, but no one thought it was a sign of shyness, for his entire face, including his eyes, had turned redder than blood, and the dwarf leapt from the ground with a roar, and the wind rushed towards Rhaeggar.

The Dwarves are a fierce and warlike people, and even though they are just over half the height of humans, no one who knows anything about this race should dare to take them lightly. Their strength is much greater than that of ordinary people, their agility is no worse than that of hardly trained warriors, and they are naturally masters of using tomahawks and hammers...... However, these are not the most scrupulous aspects of them, bravery, or madness in battle, is the most troublesome thing about these little men. Once a dwarf really devotes all his body and mind to fighting, even if he is facing a demigod, he will never be the slightest timid, unless one of them falls, the dwarf will never stop, and among all the thorns that can 'arouse' this fighting spirit, the harm to relatives and the humiliation of the pride and dignity of the dwarf are undoubtedly the most effective.

The battle axe provoked by Rhaegar did not lose his mind, but the intensity of his attack was obviously much higher than before, the huge double axe was not much heavier than a branch in his hand, and in just a moment, the mountain-like axe shadow shrouded Rhaeggar's body, accompanied by a semicircular arc of light that shimmered with cold light from the blade of the axe, which was a sharp blade formed by the energy in the dwarf's body 'shooting' out of the axe's hair.

The blade of energy that could easily slice through steel and the almost impermeable axe shadow didn't bother Rhaegar in the slightest, and his figure floated like a tangible and insubstantial phantom in the midst of a terrifying wave-like attack, "Twenty-nine seconds. He whispered, and then, seemingly casually, reached out and slapped the tomahawk on the head through the wall of axes in front of him.

The dwarf with the 'fine' steel helmet tasted the bitterness again, and the huge impact made him feel dizzy, and his thick body involuntarily fell forward, and his nose slammed into the ground.

"You've me off," a blow of this magnitude was nothing to a tomahawk, and he slowly got up from the ground, 'rubbed' his nearly flattened nose, and said to Rhaegar "I'm going to be serious." His body suddenly disappeared into thin air, and the double-edged axe that had been in his hand flew up at the same time, spinning and 'shooting' at Rhaeggar, and on the way to flight, the double axe split into two, then four, and by the time he reached Rhaeggar's body, the number of axes had reached sixteen.

"Flashy show," Rhaegar whispered, "you've disappointed me." An invisible force field appeared around him, and the menacing double-edged axe swirled and flew outside the force field, but it was never able to move forward half a step.

"Look at this!" the sound of the tomahawk came from the air in all directions, but people couldn't locate it. With his voice, the light of magic gradually shrouded the periphery of the double-edged axes that were spinning and flying at high speed, turning these axes into dazzling and flickering circular light and shadows, and the next moment, all the axes were practiced in a row, continuously hitting the same place of the magic shield, under the violent impact, the solid shield shattered into four flying points of light in a matter of seconds, and then, the axes that had been driving straight into it dispersed again, flying towards Rhaegar from different directions.

"It's a pity," Rhaegar said lightly, "you don't have enough heat. He didn't speak quickly, but he could finish the last word before the electric axe arrived, and at the same time, his right hand was raised again, slapping on one of the double-edged axes.

The shadow of the axe suddenly disappeared, and the battle axe, which had been separated from the double-edged axe, fell to the ground again, and this time, he did not get up again.