Arrows, flying knives and explosions were left behind by Bruto, and these traps seemed specifically designed for slow-moving targets like zombies, while dwarves were like bulls rushing into porcelain shops, smashing everything to pieces.

"Wow, hahaha! This is so fun!" Bruto ran forward with a crazy smile. Occasionally, a few of his mechanisms could not break through the set of fatherly love dwarf heavy armor produced by Master Baronde.

Until he stepped on a normal-looking suspension bridge.

This suspension bridge was specially designed to barely bear the weight of a half-dog man, which was about 60 pounds, and the armor on the dwarf was already close to this weight. The seemingly normal suspension bridge broke suddenly the moment Bruto stepped on his right foot, and the dwarf was sprinting wildly without any time to react and fell downwards.

Lancelo's figure flashed, and he rushed behind Bruto from dozens of feet away, grabbing the dwarf's left ankle.

"Ah!!!!" Bruto let out a terrified scream, but the only one who really fell down was his helmet with the toad-like image. Lancelo thought that the dwarf had encountered something, so he quickly looked over, but found that Bruto was tightly closed his eyes and had nothing to do.

"Stop yelling, I'm holding you." Lancelo pointed out angrily.

"If you just established a little bit of mighty image in the minds of those kobold men, it will be completely ruined now." Ekmon's voice rang behind.

"Ah! Ah?" Bruto realized that he was not really falling down, "Uh, why am I..."

The second half of the dwarf's words were not spoken, because he suddenly found that the winding tunnel below was full of dog-headed men, and each dog-headed men were holding a crossbow in his hand and aiming at him.

"I X!"

The sound released by the machine spring sounded, and countless cold lights shot towards him. The scene was like stars in the sky suddenly falling down, but it was upside down.

As a warrior, Bruto's instinctive reaction was still there. He instantly raised his shield and tightly protected his head and upper body. Unfortunately, his exposed butt was not so lucky.

Lancelot suddenly exerted force and pulled the dwarf back. The first thing Bruto did was to pull off all the arrows on his butt, but the armor that wrapped his buttocks was already stuck like a hornet's nest, and it looked like an ogre was beaten with a mace.

Fortunately, the dwarf could not understand the condition of his butt, at least he would know nothing about it until he sat down next time, otherwise Bruto would definitely rush out in a rage and kick every kobold below the butt.

Seeing that the attack failed, these timid and desperate kobolds immediately wanted to turn around and escape, but Lancelo shouted in time:

"stop!"

The sound containing true energy was filled with a shocking power. Many kobolds stood on the spot because they wanted to escape but found that they could not take a single step in the battle.

At this time, everyone walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the "city" of the dog-headed man below.

This is the first time Lancelo has seen a dog-headed man. They are said to be very common in many worlds and are also the weakest intelligent race. They have humanoid bodies, average height of only two and a half feet, and a crocodile-like head (as they claim, it is the symbol of the dragonborn) and a lizard-like tail.

"Look! What is that?"

"This is impossible! A hanging skull!"

"Is it the legendary king of skeletons?"

"It must be! The King of Skeletons! The King of Skeletons!"

After seeing Ekmon, the group of dog-headed men below quickly became a stoke from being shocked by Lancelo's roar and worshiped the skull floating in the air.

Exmon himself was stunned for a moment, but immediately entered the state, and said loudly in a pretentious voice:

"I am the king of skeletons, the dominant of tombs, skeletons and death. These warriors are my followers." He then said in a voice that only those around him could hear, "Kalalin, give me some special effects!"

The scholar rolled his eyes and quietly retreated beyond the view of the dog-headed man. He took out a scroll of secondary phantoms and created a bunch of suspended skeleton phantoms around Exmon. This was just a 0-ring trick, without the daily number of spell casts. So the scholar continued to create some vague, ethereal and ethereal special effects of the skull, making the image of the skull look more convincing.

Karalin is already very skilled in creating illusions, and the duration of this spell is only a few seconds. The little head of the kobold, which is a little stupider than a human civilian, cannot see through the essence of these illusions.

"Who is your king? Let him talk to me!" Ekmon obviously had a great time having fun, and the others raised their heads one after another, so the dog-headed people below could not see their smiles clearly.

A severely obese kobold was pushed out, looking extremely reluctant, but he spoke with danger:

"Great Lord of Skeletons, why did you come to our dirty tunnel? We are a very poor tribe who cannot provide any valuable..."

"Your trash iron means nothing to me." Ekmon interrupted the other party directly, "I came because the boundary between life and death here was broken. Do you know who awakened those who were dead and prevented them from silence of death?"

Hearing this question, the kowtower's "king" opened his mouth, but his words were immediately overwhelmed by the shouts of other kowtowers.

"It's a big ogre! a big ogre!"

"The blue-skinned monster! It's ten feet tall!"

"He occupied the corpse! We can no longer touch the corpse!"

"Uh." Faced with this chaotic scene, Ekmon cast a look of help at Lancelo. The latter understood it and immediately shouted again in a voice full of true energy:

"Quiet!"

The effect can be said to be a stunning pole. All the dog-headed men seemed to be pinched to their throats, and they could only hear Lancelo's voice echoing constantly in the tunnel.

"King, you can speak." Ekmond spoke calmly, without any psychological pressure on Lancelo who played his younger brother.

"About three or ten days ago, a blue-skinned ogre came to the sewers we built and occupied the corpse." The king of the dog-headed man spoke tremblingly, and kept looking at Lancelo standing beside him.

"Sinking corpse? Where is that?"
Chapter completed!