We agreed to set sail, so you'd become the ruler of the deep sea?

Chapter 311 Hope's Courage, Fierce Battle Explosion!
In the dimly lit, narrow passage.

The dwarves of the Barbarian Axe Tribe are advancing in an orderly manner.

Leading the way was none other than Burst, riding on the back of a wolf.

At this moment, his bulging eyes shone with an eerie light in the darkness, and his nose twitched slightly, as if he were identifying the scents in the air.

He quickly identified a direction and spoke as he moved forward.

"This way."

The dwarves behind [Fiery Wolf] immediately responded, "Yes, Lord Burst."

They then quickly followed, their movements and expressions unusually calm and agile.

A closer look reveals that these dwarves are distinctly different from the dwarves further away, both in their clothing, equipment, demeanor, and expressions.

The weapons they carried were not the heavy axes that were very conspicuous among the [Barbarian Axe Tribe], but rather a medium-sized longsword.

Each longsword has unique forging marks, forming patterns that resemble both the sun and flames.

That's a unique forging technique of the Yangyan Tribe.

Not only can it make weapons sharper and stronger, but it can also add [Sunfire] damage when attacking, which is equivalent to a unique enchantment.

It is visible to the naked eye that these dwarves are physically stronger and more capable in combat than ordinary dwarves.

Moreover, their gazes toward the dwarves of the Barbarian Axe Tribe always carried a hint of disdain and arrogance.

Clearly, these dwarves are from the Sunflame Tribe and are also Burst's personal guards!
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and catch up!"

Upon seeing the slow movements of the dwarves from the [Barbarian Axe Tribe], one of the female dwarves closely following Burst frowned and reprimanded them sternly.

"No wonder you haven't taken any action for so long, even though you have a grudge against the Warhammer Tribe."

"So indecisive, are you even a man?"

"If you're afraid of dying, get back here right now!"

Her gaze swept over the dwarves, and she said coldly, "A bunch of useless trash!"

"……you!"

Hearing the female dwarf's merciless rebuke, the dwarves of the [Barbarian Axe Tribe] were naturally indignant, and some even wanted to retort.

But at that moment, Bao Lie, who was sitting on the giant wolf, turned around and glanced at everyone.

In an instant, the room fell silent; no one dared to utter another word.

"Ah……"

Seeing this, the female dwarf chuckled again and quickly followed in Burst's footsteps.

The humiliation from that sneer was several times stronger than her previous rebuke!
But faced with the explosive and terrifying pressure, they still dared not speak out against it.

A moment later, the dwarf from the [Barbarian Axe Tribe] at the end of the group couldn't help but mutter, "Damn it, that bitch!"

"Isn't she just relying on the [Sunflame Tribe] and Burst to back her up? What's so great about that?"

His companion beside him gave a wry smile.

With the support of the Yangyan Tribe and the Burst, that's truly remarkable; at least they can't afford to offend them.

After grumbling for a while, the hot-tempered dwarf asked curiously, "Actually, I just don't understand why the chieftain suddenly decided to take action against the Warhammer Tribe?"

“The Yangyan Tribe doesn’t offer help without a reason.”

The other dwarf hesitated for a moment before revealing some inside information he knew.

"I heard that after this battle, our [Barbarian Axe Tribe] will be migrating to the territory of the [Sunflame Tribe] and becoming their vassal."

"what?"

The hot-tempered dwarf was immediately alarmed: "Migrate? On what grounds?"

"I have no desire to become a vassal of the [Sunflame Tribe]!"

His companion quickly reached out to cover his mouth: "Shh! Shh—keep it down!"

"This is just what I heard; it might not be accurate!"

The dwarf whose mouth was covered nodded, indicating that he would not make a fuss anymore. Only then did his companion release his hand and continue speaking.

"I also heard... just heard, that the Yangyan Tribe originally came for our tribe's ancestral totem."

"But in the end, the chieftain did not choose to fight to the death with them. Instead, he decided to offer up the [Ancestral Totem] and join the [Yangyan Tribe]."

Upon hearing this, the dwarf's eyes widened in shock: "How could this be?"

"The clan leader... the clan leader..."

His first reaction was anger; in his view, this was undoubtedly a betrayal of the entire tribe!
His companion sighed, "Actually, the clan chief also has his reasons."

"The Yangyan Tribe is so powerful. If we were to fight them, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock."

"By voluntarily handing over the [ancestral totem], we can save some lives."

The irritable dwarf's eyes turned red as he muttered, "But we can't just surrender without even putting up a fight."

"Moreover, once we're on their territory, whether we live or die is no longer up to us."

The companion added, "Oh, by the way, another reason the chieftain decided to migrate is that the [Ghana] beneath our territory has been unusually active these days, which may cause our caves to collapse directly."

Hearing this, the grumpy dwarf could only sigh.

Rationally speaking, this was indeed the most correct decision, but he still couldn't quite accept it.

"Wait, did Ural know about these things, which is why he went to curry favor with the people of the [Sunflame Tribe]?"

His companion sighed softly, "I'm afraid so."

Unlike the dwarves who were either indignant or saddened, the Ural they spoke of was following Blaze and his personal guards with utter obsequiousness.

"I've been here before!"

"Go through this tunnel, then turn right twice, and you'll reach the territory of the Warhammer Tribe!"

Ural was relatively small for a dwarf, and a cunning glint flashed in his small eyes.

At this moment, while leading the way for Burst and the others, he looked at the dwarves of the [Sunflame Tribe] with a boastful gaze, seemingly unconcerned about the contempt and mockery in their eyes.

"Ural, well done."

Quirin, the dwarf who had previously berated everyone, surprisingly showed a kind expression and praised him.

In Quilin's view, the [Barbarian Axe Tribe] was about to become a vassal of the [Sunflame Tribe], and Ural's attitude was the right thing to do.

However, since they were about to enter enemy territory and an encounter could happen at any moment, Quirin still asked.

"Ural, now that you've been to the Warhammer Tribe, what's your assessment of their strength?"

Ural smiled and said, "Don't worry, Sister Quilin."

"The Warhammer Tribe is about the same strength as the Barbarian Axe Tribe, or even a little weaker."

"Recently, a very talented warrior in their clan, Bronzebeard Warhammer, also seems to have gone missing in an accident."

Transportation in the [Forge Realm] is extremely inconvenient, which leads to a significant delay in message transmission.

Ural was unaware that Shaen had already returned.

However, even if Ural knew of Shaen's existence, he probably wouldn't take it to heart.

What does it matter if a warrior from a small tribe is the greatest warrior?
Could they possibly defeat the Burst?
Ural looked at Burst with awe and envy, and said, "With Lord Burst here alone, we can easily wipe out the Warhammer Tribe!"

"Haha! That's true."

Hearing this clumsy flattery, Quilline was unusually happy, as if she had heard a compliment, and laughed loudly.

"Ural, once we conquer the Warhammer Tribe, you can freely choose any survivors as slaves!"

"Yes! Thank you, Sister Quillin!"

A hint of joy flashed in Ural's eyes.

He certainly noticed the disdainful looks his fellow clansmen were giving him from not far away, and he knew that what he was doing looked shameless.

But so what? Urals never felt he had done anything wrong.

In this world, the weak are destined to depend on the strong for survival.

Just like the [Barbarian Axe Tribe], which did not have enough power, it could only choose to become a vassal of the [Sunflame Tribe].

Lacking any real power, one can only try to get as close as possible to the Explosion and gain meager benefits from it.

Right now, the Warhammer Tribe, which refuses to align itself with the Sunfire Tribe, will become the first casualty.

Explosion at the very front of the group paid no attention to the conversations behind him.

Neither the praise nor the description of the Urals caught his attention.

Burst continued to advance steadily and resolutely, as if nothing could stop him.

But for some reason, a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

His childhood experiences instilled in Burst a talent akin to that of a wild animal's instincts.

Therefore, Burst realized that the battle against the Warhammer Horde was unlikely to be smooth sailing, but would instead be a difficult and arduous struggle.

But a born warrior is not afraid of battle.

A moment later, Burst and the others had arrived at the end of the passage.

"Be careful."

After leaving those words, Burst rode his giant wolf and was the first to step into the underground space where the Warhammer Tribe was located.

To show his loyalty, Ural followed closely behind.

However, the scene inside the enormous cave startled Urals.

The entire territory of the Warhammer Tribe appeared unusually dark.

The enormous furnace that once stood in the center of the territory has vanished, and the [lava ore] in the surrounding rock strata has also disappeared.

Only a faint light emanating from the passageway illuminated this underground space.

"How is this going?"

Quilline followed Burst into the cave, and upon seeing the scene before her, she couldn't help but frown.

"Could it be that the Warhammer Horde has all fled?"

"It shouldn't be..."

Ural frowned, thinking, "There aren't any suitable underground spaces for habitation around here..."

Before long, the group reached the center of the cave.

Ural glanced at the charred marks on the ground, which still seemed to retain some warmth—meaning that even if the Warhammer Tribe had withdrawn, they had only just left.

"Lord Burst..."

Ural was about to tell Burst about his discovery when he suddenly noticed that Burst's expression changed drastically.

"hide--"

He roared succinctly, grabbed the nearest Quilline and another guard, and retreated rapidly.

Although Ural didn't understand why Burst would do that, it didn't stop him from making the right choice immediately and running in the direction Burst was.

next moment.

A terrifying energy surge suddenly erupted from beneath the ground where they were.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding red light burst forth.

boom! ! !
A violent explosion rang out.

Ural's running body was thrown out by the aftershock of the explosion and crashed heavily against the rock wall.

For a moment, Ural felt his internal organs shaking and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, clearly suffering from severe internal injuries.

However, compared to the other dwarves in the arena, he was already considered extremely lucky.

Urals obeyed the explosion's command and managed to escape the epicenter.

Those dwarves who didn't react in time were torn to pieces by the explosion, with charred chunks of flesh and shattered equipment scattered all over the ground.

The air was filled with the aroma of burnt meat.

Even the enormous Fire Wolf was seriously injured in the explosion, and was now rolling around in the flames, letting out a heart-wrenching howl.

The other survivors weren't much better off.

They were all dazed and confused from the fall, or cried out in pain due to severe burns.

"Ouch, it hurts so much..."

"I can't see! What happened?"

"Lord Burst, where are you?"

The scene was extremely tragic and chaotic.

At this point, Urals had fully understood what had happened.

The Warhammer Horde had buried all the lava mines in the tribe underground and then detonated them when they arrived!

This is what caused such exaggerated destructive power.

"What a ruthless move!"

Urals was filled with lingering fear.

The person who came up with this plan must be a ruthless person.

Not only did they gamble away strategic resources like lava ore, but they also used their own home as the detonation site.

Aren't you afraid of blowing this place up?

While feeling awe, the Urals also evoked a sense of profound reverence.

If their chieftain had the same courage to face the invasion of the Yangyan Tribe, would the outcome have been different?

However, Urals also knew that the battle was not actually over.

Because Burst is still alive!

As long as he's still around, they still have a chance to turn things around.

Just then, a deafening roar rang out.

"burst--"

Amidst the raging flames and the cries of agony, a figure wielding a hammer leaped high from the ground, charging straight at the Explosive, who had just regained his footing.

What a great speed!

Who is this person?

Ural stared in shock at the scene.

He had thought it would be a one-sided crushing victory, but the moment the two clashed, he realized he was wrong, and very wrong.

clang!clang!clang!
The heavy hammer was wielded with the dwarf's ease, like a toy, as he smashed it down one blow after another.

Burst's weapon is not a greatsword, but gauntlets worn on his fists.

Each time his fists collided with the giant hammer, his body would take a step back, plowing deep marks into the ground.

Almost all the dwarves who witnessed this scene couldn't help but show expressions of shock.

The explosion was actually suppressed by that man?
That's explosive!

Is this all the strength you have?

Bronzebeard, also known as Xia En, sneered, "Explosive Sunfire, so it's nothing special."

(End of this chapter)