A head with its eyes wide open flew into the sky and fell heavily.
It was the gray-colored dwarf chieftain's head. Dead.
One of the underground tyrants with endless ambition had died in a way that no one had expected. Bloodhoof City, which dreamt of razing to the ground, had died.
The dark valkyrie waved her hand, and the energy in her body spread out. It made the head on the ground float up.
She followed it to Richard, who was still in the air.
The head that had always been high in the air now slowly lowered.
"Lord, I have completed your order."
The gray-colored dwarves just saw their chieftain and had a chance to turn the tables, felt their legs went weak.
The cruelest thing in the world was to give hope and then ruthlessly crush it.
Richard sat behind Alves and did not move from the beginning to the end. But in the eyes of the gray-colored dwarves, he was more horrible than the evilest abyssal monster.
