The dwarf ruler decided not to stand idly by and joined the battle. It was said that these creatures had limitless stamina and relied heavily on their weapons. Engaging them in a prolonged fight would be disadvantageous. The only option was to overpower and kill it swiftly.

Meanwhile, Drake, hiding within the city, didn’t dare move. He feared the Soul Hunter would abandon the fight and come after him.

Drake sneaked into an alley, emerging from the ground. If he stayed underground any longer, his Mana Points would deplete before the battle outside ended.

He opened the Alliance chat group, finding it eerily silent. No one seemed concerned about his safety.

“What a bunch of cold-hearted bastards,” Drake muttered. He realized that the so-called mutual aid and survival were lies; only self-interest was real.

Drake could only hope the three dwarves outside could kill the Soul Hunter. Otherwise, he was doomed.

While Anvilcliff’s dwarves battled the Soul Hunter and the civilians panicked, a blue-bearded dwarf cautiously moved through the alleys, quickly reaching a corner of the city.

In this blind spot, he rolled up a letter, summoned a carrier pigeon, and placed the letter in its tube. He applied a special powder to the pigeon’s wings to deter hawks.

Releasing the pigeon, it flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

The dwarf quietly left, unnoticed by the patrolling guards focused on the city gate.

Twenty minutes later, in Grimstone, Durin received the message.

The trio was resting in a room, waiting for other clans or the Soul Hunter to attack.

“Leaders, we have intel from Anvilcliff. It’s under attack by a figure resembling a Soul Hunter,” Durin reported, surprising the trio. The Soul Hunter was supposed to attack Grimstone, so why was it at Anvilcliff?

Durin detailed the letter’s contents and additional descriptions.

“It does sound like the Soul Hunter described by the system,” Sophie pondered. Though they didn’t know why it hadn’t come to Grimstone, they didn’t want to miss this opportunity.

“What’s Anvilcliff’s strength, and how far is it?” Xiao Mu asked Durin, trying to gauge the Soul Hunter’s level based on the city’s defenses.

“Anvilcliff has three Monarch levels, likely between lv1 and lv2. It’s not far from Grimstone, to the north, in Hardbeard clan territory, also on the kingdom’s border.”

Durin’s intel on Anvilcliff indicated that the Soul Hunter could handle three Monarch levels, suggesting it was at least lv3 Monarch. Xiao Mu doubted they could handle it alone.

“Can we take Anvilcliff in the process?” Xiao Hui asked suddenly.

“Anvilcliff has substantial defenses, and Hardbeard clan’s rule is stable, making it hard to incite rebellion. Additionally, Anvilcliff’s unique geography makes it hard to conquer. I don’t recommend attacking,” Durin advised.

“Then we’ll just kill the Soul Hunter. I’ll bring the lich with me. You two stay and defend,” Xiao Mu decided.

With the lv6 Monarch level lich, there was no need for others to follow.

Xiao Mu and the lich headed towards Anvilcliff.

By now, the battle at Anvilcliff was nearing its end. Drake noticed that the combined strength of the three dwarf Monarch levels was barely equal to the Soul Hunter. The dwarves’ stamina wasn’t infinite, and their defeat was only a matter of time.

Drake didn’t wait for the battle to end and fled Anvilcliff.

Abandoned, with no one to save him, he had to save himself.

The Soul Hunter, sensing something, looked towards the city outskirts. It sensed Drake’s departure.

But it didn’t immediately pursue. It decided to finish off the three dwarves first, angered by their interference and determined to take their souls.

Drake, seeing the Soul Hunter not pursuing, was relieved. This gave him more time to escape. He believed the Soul Hunter’s sensing range was limited. Once out of range, it couldn’t find him.

Drake fled west for over an hour before stopping. Continuing west would take him deeper into the dwarf kingdom. He intended to mislead the Soul Hunter.

He changed direction, heading south towards the dwarf kingdom’s border.

After flying south for about half an hour, Drake saw two small black dots in the distance.

“Human?!”

The dwarf kingdom’s border was desolate, with few cities or villages. Only birds flew in the sky. Dwarves couldn’t fly, so these figures were undoubtedly not friendly.

Drake’s first thought was another Soul Hunter.

His pupils dilated in fear, his body trembling. As the figures became clearer, Drake realized they were Lords.

Drake, proud as a top-tier Lord, didn’t plan to flee. This wasn’t Eldoria, so he was confident he wouldn’t encounter the undead Lord.

He decided to ask the figures about the area. Drake, focused on escaping, knew nothing about his surroundings and couldn’t continue blindly.

Xiao Mu, seeing Drake, realized they were close to Anvilcliff. The appearance of a Lord at this moment suggested the Soul Hunter was chasing him, leading it to the dwarf city, allowing his escape.

If so, it explained why the Soul Hunter attacked the dwarf city.

A Lord escaping a Soul Hunter must be Monarch level. At this stage, such Lords were not common, but Xiao Mu wasn’t worried.

A low-level Monarch Lord was no threat. The lich beside him was lv6 Monarch.

Seeing the figure approaching, Xiao Mu smiled playfully.

“Looks like I’ve been underestimated.”

As they drew closer, Drake noticed something off. The figure beside Xiao Mu didn’t look like a Lord.

It looked like an…undead?!

Oh my god, how could there be undead on the Arsen continent?

Drake still couldn’t believe it. How could he be so unlucky, encountering undead everywhere he went? He was sure he must be seeing things.

Drake stopped first, waiting for Xiao Mu and the lich to approach, suppressing his growing unease and maintaining his composure.

“Are you the Lord being chased by the Soul Hunter? Where is the Soul Hunter now?” Xiao Mu asked as he approached, his voice preceding him.

Drake was startled. The other party knew he was being chased by the Soul Hunter, indicating they were here to kill the Soul Hunter for points.

“Are you a dwarf Lord?” Drake didn’t answer but instead questioned Xiao Mu. Having encountered no other forces along the way, the only possible identity for this man was a dwarf Lord.

Most of Drake’s battles had been against fallen angels, and he had rarely seen undead. He only guessed the lich’s identity based on its undead characteristics.

But Drake dismissed this idea internally, which was why he dared to stand confidently.

“It seems you haven’t grasped the reality. You’re fleeing from the Soul Hunter, while I’m here to kill it. If you didn’t have some useful information, do you think you’d still be standing here talking to me?” Xiao Mu didn’t like his attitude. He was like a frog in a well, only seeing a small part of the world around him. Thus, Xiao Mu didn’t hesitate to threaten him.

Drake, though not angered, had no intention of cooperating.

“Let’s see what qualifies you to talk so big.”

Drake attacked without hesitation. His right hand transformed into a massive claw, with earth-colored energy gathering in his claw, striking directly at Xiao Mu.

Xiao Mu didn’t move, not even making a defensive gesture. But the lich behind him stepped forward, extending its bony hand from within its black robe, effortlessly catching Drake’s attack.

Drake’s eyes widened, his heart racing, and he was utterly shocked, nearly wetting his pants.

Without thinking, he quickly retreated.

“Undead! Oh no! This can’t be real!”

Drake exclaimed, now certain that the black-robed figure was indeed an undead, and a powerful one at that!

“How can there be undead here?! Who are you really?”

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