The pitch-black chest was opened, revealing the stout and silent figures within.
Unaffected by the chaotic battlefield around them, they regarded the Dwarven Elf Commander with indifference.
Each of them was clad in heavy armor and, though not tall, they were robust like sturdy tree stumps.
The grayish-white armor shimmered with the sheen of enchantment and was carved with dense and intricate rune patterns.
Though they looked gaunt from lack of food, their formidable aura was unaffected—in fact, it even seemed more ferocious.
On their grayish-white skin, rough calluses were everywhere, slightly changing and twisting with each breath they took.
They were Gray Dwarves, and a group of formidable Gray Dwarves at that.
The average Professional Level had reached 11!
The Challenge Level even hit 13+!
A truly elite Gray Dwarf troop!
In the words of the Dwarven Elf Commander, these Gray Dwarves were like stones in a cesspit—foul and hard.
