The next day, riding a multi-legged flame horse unique to the Deep Blue Hellfire World, Locke took a group of slave creatures stationed in the floating mountains toward the hinterland of the mountains.

These slave creatures are generally low in strength, with only one high-level monster level, and the rest are mainly low-level and intermediate-level monsters.

They are garbage goods removed from the slave legion by the Holy Tower and the Knights' Temple, and are thrown here to assist the garrisoned first-level knights in managing the natives.

Although their strength is not high, their loyalty can be guaranteed. They are the most loyal dogs of the garrison knights and the sharpest minions to deter nearby ethnic groups from outside.

At 10 a.m., the team arrived at the first biological group in the floating mountain range, the Scythe Dwarves.

This is a group of humanoid creatures with a height of generally less than one meter two meters, and belongs to the Rydermonds.

The arrival of the slave creature led by Locke broke the peace of this small valley.

The dwarf of the Scythe has red skin and a slightly gold-toned mark on both sides of his cheeks. He has great strength and low intelligence.

In this tribe of nearly one thousand people, the one who walked in front to welcome Locke was an old dwarf with an extremely thick beard.

The old dwarf of scythe was supported by many dwarfs around him and walked forward. Its beard was woven into dozens of strands and spread to the ground. The longest strand was nearly two meters long, longer than its height.

The golden stamps on the temples are densely packed, forming some mysterious rune.

It is said that the dwarfs of the Scythes have golden marks on their temples as soon as they are born. The more golden marks the dwarfs of the Scythes have higher wisdom and stronger strength, and are protected by their ancestors the most.

This old dwarf of Scythe is extremely prestige in the tribe. When he walked in front, he did not speak, and other dwarfs of Scythe are silent.

Locke watched all this coldly.

"Sir, this is the thunder stone of this quarter." The old Scythe dwarf said racial slang, which Locke could understand with his mental power.

This Scythe Dwarves, which has a thousand ethnic groups, is a middle-class group in the floating mountains. In the past, they had to take out 5,000 kilograms of thunder stones in one quarter, but now there are only less than 3,000 kilograms here.

More than a dozen dwarves of firecrackers struggled to launch seven or eight small cars filled with dark blue ore and pushed them in front of Locke.

Locke took out a small pyramid, which was the extra-large space equipment distributed to him by the Knights Palace when he left the Iron Leaf.

With a wave of his hand, all the thunder stones were loaded in, leaving behind blank small cars.

The dwarves around who witnessed this scene exclaimed slightly. There was no systematic teaching, only slight wisdom, and they were about this almost miraculous scene.

, I am amazed every time I see it.

The rule policy implemented by the Knights Palace in the Deep Blue Hellfire World is very simple, slavery and plunder. From the day it was captured, this world was destined to import a steady stream of vitality into the slave legion of the Knights Palace.

The various resources produced in this world are also used as a solid backing for the Knight Palace to feed back to the wizard world and strengthen the forces of the Western islands.

The dwarfs of the Fire Scythes are not worthy of being a slave legion. Their weak power is not even worthy of the magicians. They waste their own spiritual power to impart a soul mark on them, so their value lies only in mining ores.

Low-level wisdom is conducive to the management of the Knight's Palace. These dwarves of fire generally have the ability to control light fire elements. Their strength is at the same level as that of demonized creatures, but their intelligence is not as short-lived as that of eleven-year-old children. They will never take a step into the floating mountain range in their entire lives.

Ignoring some of the dwarves' kneeling behavior, Locke stared at the old dwarves and asked, "What about the rest?"

The cold eyes were frozen to the heart. The old dwarf of Fire Scythe barely had the strength of an intermediate magic apprentice, but it still felt the threat of death.

"A month ago, the volcano, tribe, lost, we don't have enough hands," the old dwarf of Fire Scythe was frightened after Locke used his mental power to attack this trick, and said intermittently in slang.

When they heard the words "volcano", the other dwarves around them all showed sadness, and some of their relatives died in the eruption of the volcano.

In the deep blue world of hellfire, a volcano erupts, like a long sword raining in the world of wizards.

Small-scale volcanic eruptions, like light rain, not only will not harm creatures, but can promote the matching of rules of the deep blue hellfire world and bring vitality to all races living around the volcano.

For example, for the Fire Scythe Dwarves clan, the fire-attribute energy brought by the volcanic eruption can be partially absorbed by them. During the volcanic eruption season, it is also the season when the birth rate of the Fire Scythe Dwarves clan is the highest.

Large-scale volcanic eruptions are different, just like heavy rains that can cause floods and disasters. The dwarfs of the Fire Scythe likes the Fire element, which does not mean that they are immune to the Fire element.

When the hot slurry is poured down one end, they will die.

What the old dwarf of Fire Scythe refers to the large-scale volcanic eruption a month ago. Not only did its tribe die hundreds of people, but it also lost one-third of the thunder stones that were mined before.

"This is not a reason!" Locke shook his head arrogantly. He had no sympathy for the alien natives.

"I'll give you another three weeks, and then I'll send the remaining two thousand kilograms of thunder stone to the top of the floating mountain range!" Locke stretched out three hands and instructed.

The old dwarf of scythe

I wanted to go forward and say something, a fluctuation of fighting spirit with tear-like nature generated from him.

The death threat flashed by, and the old dwarf of Scythe lowered his head and found that his long beard had been cut off.

Sword Qi finger!

Locke is becoming more and more skillful in using this combat skill. In the past, if he couldn't control his strength, the one he just tore was not a beard, but its body.

If Locke blocked the old dwarf's scythe with his actions, he would mine two thousand kilograms of thunder stones in three weeks, unless all the tribes were mobilized, including the elderly, weak, women, children and children!

Then everyone went to mine, who would plant food, and who would rebuild the home that was destroyed by volcanic slurry a month ago?

These are all things that the old Scythe dwarves need to consider.

At this time, a young Scythe dwarf stood up next to the old Scythe dwarf. He was the successor of the Scythe dwarf tribe, and his wisdom was greater than that of ordinary people. He understood the conversation between Locke and the clan leader just now.

"Sir, we" the young Scythe Dwarf just spoke, ready to say something to Locke, maybe begging for forgiveness for some time, or maybe something else.

But Lock couldn't hear these, because the moment the young dwarf of the scythe stood up, a spotted mane mastiff with green skin rushed out, swallowing the dwarf of the scythe in his belly with lightning speed.

"Crack, creak." The sound of bone shattering came from the mouth of the spotted mane mastiff, and scarlet blood flowed out of the canine teeth.

All the dwarves of scythes were so scared that they crawled on the ground by this sudden incident that they did not dare to move, including the old dwarves of scythes.

Locke, the initiator of the accident, has already walked in the forefront of the team and left here. There are many races in the floating mountains and tribes. I don’t know if I can go all of them today, so how can I waste time here?

"Good job." Riding on the back of a multi-legged flame horse, Locke threw an intermediate crystal core to this high-level monster-level spotted mane mastiff to encourage him.

What welcoming was the spotted mane mastiff, who was begging for his head and shaking his tail like a plea.

Today's eight updates are nearly 20,000 words, and I saved up so many geniuses.

There may not be so much tomorrow, I can only say to do my best.

Today's app recommendation, I was full of confidence, but I didn't expect that the three new posts were added, two were advertisements and one was bad complaints, and I was speechless.
Chapter completed!