The four dwarves, with their stocky bodies, looked like gnomes facing giants compared to the hurricane that reached the top of the magical barrier.

They held their short swords and roared loudly, stabbing the approaching hurricane with the tip and the edge of the sword.

The scene was both heroic and comical, like a primitive man holding a stone spear, constantly resisting the beasts of the wilderness with his flesh and blood.

The hurricane, which had absorbed several pieces of blue brick powder, had already had a shell as hard as bluestone, even harder than bluestone.

In the face of the dagger infused with fading power, it is still as steady as a rock, and continues to crush the past with unstoppable momentum.

The dwarves retreated step by step, but they were still not discouraged, and they continued to resist with their short swords.

After one shrill sound of metal, the tip of the sword was sharpened by the force of the hurricane, and the blade was contained in it, and a corner of the bluestone powder was constantly swirling.

The dwarves are still struggling to resist, and their posture is the same as Emily and the other elves who are struggling to disrupt the dwarven guild camp.

Both stubborn and beautiful.

However, the difference between hurricanes and dwarves is not just in size, but also in strength.

With their four short swords and flesh and blood, the four dwarves could hardly resist the invasion of the hurricane, and finally, in a metallic scream, all four short swords were broken.

They can only rely on their close-fitting armor and flesh and blood to continue to fight against the hurricane.

In the audience, I could fully imagine the powerlessness of the hurricane, the screeching sound of the swirling bluestone powder rubbing against the armor, and the pain of the exposed skin being crushed by the hurricane's powerful energy.

Thinking of this, my hands couldn't help but clench.

At this moment, only to hear the dwarven guild's side, the captain raised his voice and issued a few incomprehensible commands.

The pained faces of the four dwarves were suddenly pleasantly surprised.

In an instant, they were covered in white light, and then countless golden halos emerged from under their skin.

The halo accumulated more and more, and in a few breaths, the four dwarves were dyed golden!

The golden light continued to expand, and in a dozen breaths, the light had grown to four or five times the height of the dwarf.

It can be vaguely seen that this grown light has the appearance of a dwarf, the figure of a dwarf, and it is a dwarf that has been magnified several times!

After summoning the phantom, the four dwarves instantly became energetic, and in their eyes, there was no longer pain, but full of fanaticism.

Roar!

The roar of the four voices in unison suddenly sounded, and some of the audience who were closer around couldn't dodge, and they reached out to cover their ears, but they were still grinning from the shock.

With a roar, the four dwarves reached out again and pushed towards the hurricane.

The Golden Phantom moves in unison with the dwarves and is the first to come into contact with the hurricane.

A chaotic sound rang out, the sound of the golden phantom battling the bluestone powder shell of the hurricane.

The sound was rapid, like a chainsaw tearing through a stone.

As the voice grew faster and louder, I saw something I didn't expect.

The previous unstoppable hurricane actually stopped crushing and was pushed back with strong force by the four dwarves and their golden phantoms.

"This is the true strength of our dwarf race," the dwarf king said solemnly, "It is also the capital of the dwarf guild to suppress the first generation." ”

As he spoke, he saw that the four dwarves on the field had stopped, and while they were gasping for breath, they drove the golden phantom to tear apart the hurricane layer by layer with brute force.

It was like tearing off a wallpaper.

Each time a layer is peeled and shredded, the hurricane becomes smaller in size, and the energy it contains is also a little weaker.

On the side of the Rose Legion, several mages looked a little anxious, but they were still chanting incantations to inject more magic into the hurricane and keep it alive.

However, the speed of injecting magic is not as fast as that of a hurricane being torn apart.

A few minutes later, the hurricane that had crushed the bluestone arena into a deep ravine finally disappeared under the tearing of the four dwarves.

The four dwarves were also so tired that they didn't even have the strength to continue attacking, and they sat down on the ground.

At the same time, on the side of the Rose Legion, several magician girls who released hurricane magic were also pale and unsteady on their feet, but fortunately they were saved from collapsing with the help of their companions.

This wonderful small-scale contest can be described as injuring 1,000 enemies and injuring 800 themselves.

But there is no doubt about its stunningness.

Thinking of the golden phantom of the dwarf, I turned my head and whispered to the Elven Empress: "Your Excellency, why haven't I seen the elves open their talents, is this battle not enough for them to open their talents to fight?" ”

The Elven Empress said softly, "The talent of our elves is only evident in the jungle, and outside of the jungle, it will only reflect excellent agility and mobility. ”

"There are limits," I muttered.

Unfortunately, this muttering was heard by the dwarf king, and he was pleased: "It is worthy of my son-in-law, and he has seen so quickly that our dwarf talent is limited. ”

Huh?

What did you say?

I'm just skewed, please don't look at me with that kind of approving look, I'll be shy.

The Dwarf King sighed lightly and said, "If our dwarves' talents didn't have that kind of limit, we dwarves would have already won the strongest race in the Zephyr Continent!" ”

On the side, the goblin king looked embarrassed, and coughed in a low voice: "Shut up, brother, stop dreaming about unrealistic things, even if there is no limit, dwarves are still not the strongest race." ”

"The true strongest race," he said, turning his gaze to the arena and staring at a few inconspicuous young figures, "It's a goblin." ”

The magic barrier cracked in an instant, and several mages and priests stopped chanting out of breath.

The reason why they lasted so long was to prevent a warrior from sneaking up on the rear, and now that the four dwarves who had sneaked up on the rear were exhausted, they could also breathe a sigh of relief for a while.

As soon as the barrier was removed, several petite figures slowly walked out of the team, they looked cute, their eyes were also very pure, and they looked harmless to humans and animals.

But that's just how they are seen by ordinary people.

True adventurers, once they see them, are either respectful or serious, and no adventurer dares to look at them with the eyes of the sister next door.

They're goblins.

I know a little bit about the strength of the Fairy Empress, and she belongs to the type that can abuse me with her eyes closed.

I also know a little about Remy's strength, once she gets serious, I can't catch up with him at that speed.

However, the Fairy Empress and Remy are the only remaining goblin royal bloodline, and they are stable over the other goblins in terms of bloodline.

Even so, one of them should not be underestimated.

Even if they don't have royal blood, they are still goblins, and they still have goblin blood.

(End of chapter)