"Okay, what do I need to do?"
"Just get out of the way, I want to come in."
Madoran: "..."
As the gray dwarf stared at the white dragon who entered through the wall, he
felt that the possibility of him avenging became greater.
"It turned out to be Lord Dragon, I don't know how I should cooperate with you."
Amos casually turned the mud into stone and repaired the wall.
"All you have to do is just stay still and keep quiet."
Advanced Transfiguration---Concealment!
After a cloud of smoke, Amos became Madoran, with a large garlic nose, sunken eye sockets, a thick gray beard, and sturdy limbs.
Emmm...
So ugly!
But to get close to the Evil-Eye Tyrant, Amos decided to endure it. After several days of observation, he found the Tyrant was likely devouring gray dwarves as an act of revenge; one per day.
So, he thought of a good way to get close to the Evil Eye Tyrant, that was, to steal the beam and prepare a huge surprise for the Evil Eye Tyrant.
...
Afternoon.
Madoran, who was blessed with the invisibility by the white dragon, stood in the cell's corner, watching the counterfeit being taken away by the guards, and silently prayed to the God of Gray Dwarves in his heart for the success of the dragon's plan.
The counterfeit was sandwiched by four gray dwarf guards; two fronts and two backs climbed the stairs, passed through the hall, and finally met his target.
The throne that originally belonged to the gray dwarves' prince was occupied by a hideous ball of flesh. Its skin was dark red with an enormous eye on the front and a large mouth closed under the eyes. Twenty tentacles on its body were swinging unconsciously, and the small eyeballs at the ends of the tentacles were turning around and looking around.
Evil Eye Tyrant--Ksmitz looked at the gray dwarf brought in by the guards, and it cracked open its big mouth full of sharp teeth.
"Soris, look, because of your stubbornness, another one of your people is going to be missing. Now, if you submit to me, you can save this wretch."
A steel mold suspended in midair immediately swayed, and the iron chain creaked.
"Don't think about it! The descendants of Nordmar will never give in! You @#￥%...&*!"
Listening to the unbearable curse, the Evil Eye Tyrant was a little annoyed. The gray dwarf prince Soris's strength was only a level weaker than himself, strong-willed, and had good spiritual magic resistance. The new legendary self could not control him forcibly, so he tortured him constantly, intending to slowly defeat the gray dwarf's psychological defense.
But it didn't work. The gray dwarf's brain was harder than a stone. Half a year had passed without any change, but his mouth was getting more and more uncouth. Although the Evil Eye Tyrant doesn't care about his mother and kins, the dwarf's curse still made him annoyed.
Soul shock!
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
Listening to the miserable screams of the Dwarf Prince, the Evil Eye Tyrant's mood turned for the better, and watching the gray dwarf prisoner brought up by the soldiers his mood turned even better. He opened his dreadful, blood-filled mouth and stretched out his long, thin, indescribable tongue.
The voice of the Evil-Eye Tyrant had a subtle fascination: "Come! Come here, you will be honoured to be one with the great Ksmitz."
Upon hearing this, the gray dwarf prisoner slowly moved towards the Evil Eye Tyrant on the throne absently, his eyes struggling violently but unable to control his body.
The Evil Eye Tyrant's gaping mouth curved up in an arc and laughed silently. It liked nothing better than to watch the pathetic look of food struggling in front of his eyes but unable to resist so that it could feel its own power.
The big cracked mouth of the Evil Eye Tyrant upturned evilly. His favourite pastime was to look at the pitiful appearance of his food struggling in front of his eyes, but could not resist, so that it could make him feel powerful.
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Suddenly, the gray dwarf broke free of his charm, took out a spoon from his waist, and charged at the Evil Eye Tyrant on the throne.
The Evil Eye Tyrant laughed even more happily. The gray dwarves had a strong spiritual and magical resistance, plus the little charm, which was not very strong, was especially easy to break away from. This was not the first time such a thing happened.
But this is better. If every meal was dull and complaint, wouldn't it be monotonous?
He'd wait until these poor reptiles rushed towards him, the great Ksmitz, when they saw hope, he would crush it with absolute strength.
When Ksmitz saw his prey fall from heaven of hope into the hell of despair, the brilliant expression simply captivated him.
As the gray dwarf rushed in front of him, Evil Eye Tyrant sent out a terrifying mental shock.
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Ksmitz was horrified to discover that the unbeatable spiritual attacks had achieved no effect.
With the help of [Caucasian Skull], Amos was immune to the spiritual impact of the Evil Eye Tyrant, and he lifted the transformation technique and turned from a harmless gray dwarf into a terrifying dragon with a thud.
Without any forewarning, the icy blue brilliance spread upward from the white dragon's abdomen, quickly passing through its neck, and then stuck to its throat, taking the form of a Dragon's Breath attack, which had the power to freeze anything. The dragon spurted it out of its mouth, attacking the horrified Tyrant.
The Evil Eye Tyrant was instantly wrapped in ice, but the White Dragon Lord's breathing did not stop because it felt the mental fluctuations of struggle.
Huhuhu!
As the crazy Dragon's Breath continued, the cold ice continued to solidify around the Evil Eye Tyrant. The smoke-like cold air permeated, and the gray dwarves outside could only see the outline of the huge winged dragon inside the misty cold air.
After a while, the gray dwarf guards who charged to save their master dropped their weapons, covered their heads, and screamed in pain.
Master is dead!
Amos stopped the attack, sensing the ice sculpture that had completely lost its life signs. He raised his head, stretched out to diffuse the cold air, and let out an excited roar.
With the advantage of sneak attack and equipment, the legendary Evil Eye Tyrant died under his breath attack, becoming the first legendary creature to fall into the hands of the White Dragon Lord.
After a while, the cold air dissipated, revealing the scene inside. The hideous Evil Eye Tyrant, with the throne underneath him, was wrapped in the thick ice block, and the ground and stone pillars were also covered with the layer of huge white frost. Emitting a faint white smoke.
Amos stopped the dragon chant and turned around to look at the Gray Dwarf Prince, who was hung in the air.He was wrapped in a steel mould, with only his face exposed outside.
He stared blankly at the scene below and saw another tribe member being swallowed by the Evil Eye Tyrant. Before he had time to grieve, such a dramatic scene happened. The tribe member turned into a dragon, the greatest enemy of the Dark Furnace Fort, and turned it into an ice sculpture within moments.
Soris looked at the White Dragon Lord flapping its wings and flying towards him. Sobering up, he struggled violently; the mould rippled in the air, and the rivets that fixed the mould creaked.
Amos looked at the dangling gray dwarf in front of him without saying much. He opened the upper lock and threw it straight down.
"What are you doing?!"
Clang!
The mould smashed directly onto the rock floor from a height of eight metres. The rock where it fell cracked, and the mould rolled several times on the ground. Even the Gray Dwarf Prince, with the legendary strength of half a step, was shocked, and his ears buzzed.
"Oh hello, won't you put me down properly?! You..."
The dragon's paw landed on one side with a 'thud' that made the Prince stop his swearing abruptly. Its eyes rolled around and immediately changed the way it addressed.
"Greetings, Honourable White Dragon. Thank you for killing the enemy of Dark Furnace and saving the poor dwarves from water and fire. I wonder what Dark Furnace can do for you?"
"Offer your loyalty to me!"
Amos took out a large dragon tooth engraved with arcane spells and pressed it on the gray dwarf's forehead amidst its horrified eyes.