"Or… Did you forget the terror of the dragon?" said Alder before sharply glaring at the dwarves.
Hearing this, the nearby dwarves' subconscious flew back slowly, except for Elder Lotord. Noticing the others are already under Alder's suppression, Lotord could only shake his head in disappointment.
However, he also didn't blame these dwarves. Unless they can break the shackle like himself, no dwarf could escape the dragon's fear. This is something that is already rooted deeply inside every dwarf.
"Go!! Leave him to me. Make sure to secure the perimeter and chase that goddammit giant pig!!" ordered the Elder Lotord sternly.
Suddenly, Elder Lotord noticed something before trying to swing his hammer. However, his wounded body makes his reaction slower than usual. *Swish* *Splat* A fast large claw butchered the terrified dwarf before they could react.
