On the outskirts of a dense forest, a large group of dwarf warriors suddenly appeared.
This sight turned the faces of the lone travelers pale with fright.
The reason was that among their group of seven or eight, the strongest was only at the sixth-tier low-grade, while the weakest was at the peak of the second-tier.
The dwarf warriors surrounding them, however, all possessed at least the strength of peak fifth-tier elite grade.
Such a vast disparity in power, coupled with the dwarves' overwhelming numbers, made any form of resistance impossible.
"Damn it! It's all your big mouth! Have you been blessed or something!"
The strongest of the lone travelers glared furiously at the young man who had just spoken ill omens, cursing him vehemently.
The young man who was glared at was also speechless.
He had merely spoken aloud his inner feelings.
Besides, he feared being mistaken for an enemy and directly killed by the Immortal Demon Guard if they trespassed into the territory of the Immortal Demon Tribe.
He never imagined that so many indigenous dwarves would be lying in ambush nearby!
Though these dwarves were not tall, they were all powerfully built and equipped with excellent gear.
It was clear at a glance that they were not to be trifled with.
Moreover, one of the dwarves had just mentioned "His Majesty the King."
It was obvious to anyone that this must be an elite unit dispatched by the Dwarf Kingdom.
"Alliance Leader, what do we do? Will we be captured by these dwarves and used as sacrifices for forging equipment?"
"Damn it! Shut your mouth!"
These eight lone travelers had formed a spontaneous small alliance, with the strongest middle-aged man naturally serving as their alliance leader.
Seeing the dwarf warriors surging around them, the alliance leader narrowed his eyes and spoke at an extremely rapid pace:
"We are no match for these dwarves! If you don't want to be used as sacrifices, run for your lives! Escape the way you came!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he himself had already shot out.
The others hesitated for half a second before also scrambling to flee out of the forest.
At this moment, no one was thinking about finding the Immortal Demon Tribe, seeking refuge with the great Lord Qian Mo, and living a life of luxury. All they cared about was escaping with their lives.
The hatred that indigenous forces harbored for beings from another world was known worldwide.
However, after only a few steps, all of them simultaneously felt their bodies tighten, and they tumbled to the ground with a thud.
It turned out that the eight lone travelers had been ensnared by ropes by the dwarves at some unknown time.
No matter how they struggled, they could not break free from the confines of the ropes.
Following this, several dwarves approached and kicked the lone travelers in their rear ends.
As the lone travelers managed to get to their feet, they were immediately kicked back down by the fierce-looking dwarves.
"We're doomed!"
All eight lone travelers cried out in unison, lamenting their fate.
"We should never have listened to you! Wouldn't it have been better to just live quietly? Why did you have to wander around!"
"We didn't even find the Immortal Demon Tribe, and now look! We're about to be made sacrifices by these dwarves!"
"No, no, no! Don't kill me! I don't want to be a sacrifice, I surrender! Spare me!"
The young man with the ill-omened tongue, apparently a chatterbox, kept babbling incessantly.
Finally, seeing a dwarf approaching him, he cried out in terror, begging for mercy.
"Surrender? Spare you?"
The dwarf commander who walked up to him darkened his expression upon hearing these words. He bent down, raised his hand, and slapped the young man.
The blow sent the young man reeling, seeing stars.
"Are all you evil races from other worlds so spineless? Then why did you dare to be so audacious! Not only did you dare to attack the dwarf tribes under my Dwarf Kingdom's jurisdiction, but you even forcibly compelled the dwarves to surrender!"
"I, I, I... I didn't... I didn't!"
Blood streamed from the corner of the young man's mouth, his eyes filled with fear. Hearing the dwarf commander's words, he stammered a reply.
The middle-aged alliance leader beside him, upon hearing these words, had a spark flash in his eyes.
Struggling and shuffling on the ground, he looked at the dwarf commander and shouted with hope:
"Mighty dwarf heroes, you have misunderstood! We have not attacked any tribes. We are all lone travelers, not lords! The ones who attacked the dwarf tribes were someone else, the lord of the nearby Immortal Demon Tribe, his name is Qian Mo!"
The middle-aged man shouted this out in one breath, without pause, his face flushing red and his breathing labored from the effort.
The reason he was certain it was Qian Mo was his own deduction.
In his opinion, since Qian Mo's Immortal Demon Tribe could dominate this area, it was likely that Qian Mo had wiped out the dwarf tribe.
Better him than me!
As long as he could live, let alone betraying Qian Mo, he would even curse Qian Mo if asked, since Qian Mo couldn't hear or see it anyway.
"You are lone travelers?"
"You say the one who attacked our tribe is Qian Mo? The lord of the Immortal Demon Tribe in this vicinity?"
The dwarf commander repeated the middle-aged man's words.
The lone travelers nodded frantically, hope for freedom already beginning to well up in their eyes.
However, the dwarf commander's subsequent words plunged all eight lone travelers into an icy abyss.
"We will still seek revenge on this Qian Mo and the Immortal Demon Tribe!"
"However, since you are also evil races from another world, then you have not been caught by mistake!"
Following this, the dwarf commander pointed to a group of dwarf warriors and said:
"Tie these evil humans up and take them back to the royal city to be judged by His Majesty the King."
"As for the other dwarf warriors, follow me to scout the location of the Immortal Demon Tribe! And let's collect some interest for our fallen dwarf brothers first!"
"Ooh ooh ooh!"
"Yes, my lord! Powerful Commander Chamur!"
Thus, sixteen dwarves bound the eight lone travelers tightly and galloped off in another direction.
The remaining dwarves, under the leadership of the dwarf commander, advanced towards the Immortal Demon Tribe to search.
...
After all the dwarf figures had disappeared.
A figure clad in black soft armor slowly emerged from the void.
It was Mo Wuxin, the powerful kill-oriented demon general of the Immortal Demon Guard!
As soon as Mo Wuxin appeared, he flicked a dark beam of light towards the dwarves carrying the lone travelers, pursuing them.
From the conversation of the dwarves, he had already deduced that they were from the Dwarf Kingdom.
He was well aware that the Dwarf Kingdom had always harbored intense hatred for his master, and his master also had his sights set on the Dwarf Kingdom.
Unfortunately, they had never been able to ascertain the exact location of the Dwarf Kingdom.
The Immortal Demon Guard's several scouting missions in the surrounding areas had yielded no clues.
However, this time, they could use the small dwarves escorting the captives to directly mark the precise location of the Dwarf Kingdom.
Once his master gave the command, the Immortal Demon Guard could march on the Dwarf Kingdom and conquer it at any time!
"Another wave of dwarves!"
"These can be left for Xian Qinger to purify! This will help confirm the location of the Dwarf Kingdom even more!"
Mo Wuxin turned his head to look at the group of dwarves heading towards the Immortal Demon Tribe and muttered to himself.
The next moment, his black figure disappeared back into the void, as if he had never appeared at all.