Abyssal Dragon

Chapter 113 112. Molten Core
The king of trolls looked at Dirsas in the sky, feeling strange in his heart.

He instinctively wanted to give in.

Of course, he still has reason, so he rejected Dirsas's order,

"Get out of here, Abyss Dragon, the Troll Empire will not surrender to anyone."

Dirsas didn't talk nonsense with the troll king, and ordered again: "Call your ancestors."

"what?"

The troll king frowned, not understanding what Dirsas wanted to do for a moment.

"To deal with you, you don't need ancestors..."

Before the troll king finished speaking, Dirsas' figure suddenly disappeared and appeared behind the troll king in an instant.

Dirsas knew that he had to show his power, so that these ignorant planar creatures would understand who was the real master.

In the next second, the dragon claws wrapped in purple mist slapped the troll king on the back, causing him to fly out on the spot.

Before the Troll King could react, Dirsas appeared in front of him again, and slapped him back to his original position with another palm.

"His Majesty!"

There was worry and anger in the old voice, it was the Great Prophet of the Troll Empire who flew into the air.

Seeing this, Sugard immediately greeted him, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Troll, but you must not disturb His Majesty Dirsas."

The mind flicker mage speaks very politely, but if he really thinks he is a kind and peaceful person, then he will be at a disadvantage.

Because the magic power has already started to circulate in his staff at this time, and an attack may be launched at any time.

The Great Prophet is very sensitive to fluctuations in magic power, so he naturally sensed the actions of the mind flayer.

But he didn't move - the great prophet was severely injured in the battle with the demon before, and the chaotic energy disrupted the magic power (divine power) of his body. Now he is no different from a fifteenth-level ordinary prophet.

That's why the Great Prophet didn't rush out immediately.

The Great Prophet did not act rashly, and Sugad also did not act.

The worst thing was Lass, the king of trolls, who was slapped by Dirsas in the air like a ball, until there was a loud bang, and the king of trolls hit the ground firmly.

At this time, Dirsas's patience was exhausted, he no longer cared about the king of trolls, stretched his neck and shouted at the palace,
"If you don't come out, I will kill all your descendants!"

The deafening dragon's roar echoed in the sky of Wangcheng, and all the trolls couldn't help covering their ears.

Dirsas used a trace of regular power in this voice, causing the souls of everyone around him to tremble in the voice.

This is also Dirsas' warning.

After this sound, Wang Cheng fell into a brief silence.

Then, a majestic aura came from the palace of the royal city, sweeping the entire royal city like a biting cold wind.

Dirsas felt it too, but it didn't affect him in the slightest.

Instead, the tentacles on the mind flicker's face began to twitch - he smelled a familiar scent.

"Ouch, the stench of the abyss!"

The old and ethereal voice echoed over the troll king's city. The troll king on the ground immediately got up and knelt down towards the palace. The great prophet also landed quickly and saluted respectfully in the direction of the voice.

The trolls' belief in their ancestors is not aimless, and the blessings of their ancestors are not just nonsense used for etiquette.

Dirsas knew this since he became Rosen's master—the troll empire really had a powerful ancestor.

"A level 27 Earthbound Spirit?"

Dirsas stared at the huge phantom nearly ten meters high in the midair of the palace, and immediately recognized the guy's identity.

The so-called earth-bound spirits are ghosts that are confined to a fixed area for some reason after death.

Most of them are powerful souls that linger because of their powerful spiritual power, or evil spirits formed because of some kind of resentment.

The ancestors of the trolls in front of them were enshrined by the trolls, so they should belong to the former.

"Learn to be polite, dragon that stinks of the abyss, and you should call me the great Bwonsamdi."

The voice of the troll phantom sounded again, his tone full of majesty.

"Your nose is broken, Earthbinder, ah, Bwonsamdi."

Dirsas stared at the phantom of the troll, and said, "If you smell it carefully, what is the smell on my body?"

"The stench of the abyss, obviously..."

The troll Phantom Bwonsamdi froze for a moment, the ethereal voice stopped suddenly, and then fell into a long silence.

Obviously, the troll phantom sensed the identity of Dirsas.

"There is no need to doubt, and there is no need to escape, you can try it."

Dirsas looked at the silent Bwonsamdi, and said unceremoniously: "Bwonsamdi, your existence is a moth to Rosen. In the past countless years, you have absorbed too much in this world. Lots of power."

Whether it is the ancestors of the troll belief or the gods of other races, from the perspective of the will of the plane, they are moths.

The power of belief of the intelligent race they absorbed originally belonged to the power of this world, but they guarded the race of the plane, so the will of the plane did not reject them.

"But I didn't come today to punish you."

Dirsas changed the subject and continued: "Now this plane belongs to me. If you want to continue to survive in this plane, then you must submit to me and carry out my orders."

"I want to leave here, if you are really the master of the plane, please help me."

Bwonsamdi, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

He did feel the breath of the original plane on Dirsas, and he was also afraid that Dirsas would take back his power.

But Bwonsamdi's words were obviously a temptation, and Dirsas frowned, and there was a bit of anger in his deep voice,

"You didn't do anything now, just want a reward?"

But in fact, Dirsas really can't let Bwonsamdi walk around in this world at will.

Although Bwonsamdi now has a strength of level 27, most of his strength should be bound to a certain totem or statue, or even the entire royal city.

Of course, Bwonsamdi should be able to respond to the prophet's call and leave the royal city for a while, but then his strength will not reach level 27.

And even in the Troll King's City, Bwonsamdi could not use power over level 25, otherwise he would be punished even if he was in the Rosen plane.

"What do you mean, yes?"

Dirsas's reprimand just makes Bwonsamdi very happy, because it means that Dirsas can lift his restraint.

"If your performance satisfies me, I can consider it."

Dirsas casually drew a pie, "The source of power is also the cage that imprisons you. If you are willing to give up some power, maybe you can also be free."

This sentence was just random nonsense from Dirsas, but Bwonsamdi fell silent after hearing it.

After a long time, he spoke again,
"Troll Empire, willing to obey your command."

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The dark orange smoke rolled in the sky, and the huge fireball fell from it.

A strong smell of sulfur pervades the scorching air, viscous magma is rolling in the low-lying areas, and fiery flames burst out from it from time to time.

This is exactly the Fire Elemental Plane that Alia mentioned - the Molten Core.

The world of planes that are conducive to living creatures is generally divided into demiplanes, low planes, middle planes, high planes, secondary main planes, and main planes.

In addition, there are some special planes such as the elemental plane, the lower plane, and the upper plane.

For example, the abyss is the lower plane, and the opposite heaven is the upper plane.

No matter what plane, it is gradually developed from the demiplane.

It may be a demiplane born naturally from the void, or it may be a demiplane created by a mage.

For example, a legendary lich like Alia can create a demiplane—but it requires a lot of resources, and the demiplane created is only a space of [-] meters cubic meters, and a lot of resources are needed to support it.

Different from the ordinary world, the heart of Molten Fire is full of fire elements, and even the earth is hot, with magma and lava everywhere.

Also here is full of all kinds of flame-type monsters, the most typical ones are fire elementals and lava giants.

The former is an orange-red living element floating around like a ghost, while the latter is a giant made of lava that is taller than an ogre, and they are very difficult and unreasonable elemental creatures.

But because of this, the Molten Core is full of resources containing the element of fire.

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"Hurry up, you idiots!"

The troll overseer waved his whip, urging the laborers who were carrying the ore.

But the workers still moved slowly, throwing away the ore in their hands from time to time.

"Hot, too hot!"

Because these are lava ores containing flame elements, the temperature on them can make the water dripping on them boil directly, even a troll with rough skin and thick flesh cannot withstand such high temperatures.

And it is this kind of lava ore that is the basis for building the elemental tower.

"Trash, hold back! It's only a dozen meters away!"

The troll overseer lashed the overseer with a whip, growling in a low voice.

The current mine has just been dug out, and the interior space is very narrow, and the carts for transporting the ore cannot be brought in, so they can only be moved out piece by piece.

The handle of the cart in Molten Core is also hot, and the trolls outside also need to endure the pain caused by the burn.

"Are you going to be compared to those humble humans?!"

The troll overseer shouted loudly, "The prophets will heal your wounds, hurry up!"

After the troll empire was conquered by Dirsas, humans have gotten rid of their status as slaves.

Now, all races in Rosen's world must serve Dirsas, and any fighting is forbidden.

Of course, according to the comparison of top-level combat power, the troll clan with the king of trolls, the great prophet, and the soul of the ancestors is still the strongest existence in the tribe under its command.

But for the trolls who are civilians, the human beings who were slaves now have the same status as them, which makes it difficult for many trolls to accept for a while, and they feel very upset.

What's even more exasperating is that those humans are still doing the same work as them, competing with them, and even provoking them with their eyes every time they meet them.

Now each tribe has a point system, whichever tribe contributes the most points can get more resources.

Although human beings are not the strongest among all tribes, they have the largest number and are very good at using various tools and skills. They are also the most advantageous to do this kind of coolie work.

Just like now, the human beings in the nearby mine are not only working with leather gloves, but even put two iron pipes under the wooden box to push the lava ore out of the box.

"No, I have to tell the boss, we also need iron pipes!"

Although the troll overseer really doesn't want to learn from humans, but in order to know what "points" are, he must do something.

"Give me a quick job, don't be lazy!"

After a few words of warning, the troll overseer hurried out of the mine.

Outside the mine, a battalion of the troll legion was stationed, and mining was only part of the job.

The trolls also need to load the lava ore into the truck, then escort the truck to the teleportation array, and finally send the lava ore into Rosen.

In this process, the most important thing is to escort and guard, after all, the elemental plane is not a peaceful and prosperous world.

For example, before the troll overseer had time to report to the battalion commander about the situation in the mine, the siren of the sentry had already sounded.

"Enemy attack!"

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As a vicious dog living in the Molten Core, Doug's life is very happy.

Eat lava mines when you are hungry, drink magma when you are thirsty, and quarrel with the Doffer next to you when you are free.

And Doug's favorite thing to do is to patrol the Molten Core - this is the task given to him by the leader.

It's actually just a walk.

Tease and tease the slow-moving lava giants and scare the timid Molten Imps.

Occasionally, when you want to improve your food, you can go to the fire elemental next door, eat a few low-level fire elementals, and then find a cave to sleep on your stomach.

But today, Dao Ge discovered a new pleasure—intruders from different planes.

"Quack, Dolph, we're going to try something new."

Doug's dog's face was full of excitement, and the dog's head next to him stretched out his tongue and licked around his mouth,
"eat!"

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"It's a two-headed core dog!"

The troll battalion commander looked at the huge figure in front of him and immediately issued an alarm.

Before stepping into the Molten Core, Alia compiled a handbook of monsters here, so that all legion chiefs could memorize it and explain it to the soldiers.

The two-headed core dog is one of the most typical monsters.

The Molten Hound is very big, with a shoulder height of nearly three meters. Orange-red light flows from its dark red skin, as if magma grows on its body, and flames burst out from time to time.

The most typical feature is the two dog heads on his neck that are more ferocious than demons, the mouth is full of fangs, and the light of magma is faintly shining inside.

On the foreheads of the two dog heads, there is a sharp black horn like a rhinoceros horn, and two pairs of golden dog eyes are burning with flames, and there are no eyeballs, but the fierce gaze can be felt.

"Be careful of its magma bombs and charges!"

The troll battalion commander clenched his ax and gave a loud reminder, and the next second the core hounds charged first.

The dark red figure flashed past, and the troll warrior who couldn't dodge was instantly knocked out, and his body began to ignite immediately.

All the attacks of the core dog are accompanied by flames, and as long as it touches the body, it will be burned.

Not just core hounds, burn is a trait that all monsters in Molten Core attack with.

Regardless of the torn wounds on his body, the troll rolled desperately on the ground to extinguish the flames on his body.

"Prophet, disperse!"

The troll battalion leader shouted, "Others, follow me and kill this guy!"

　Caught a cold and fell asleep last night, embarrassed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)