ushernet Chapter 108 - 108 - 102: The Secret of the Signature Dish
Chapter 108 - 108 - 102: The Secret of the Signature Dish
Chapter 108 – 102: The Secret of the Signature Dish
“Phil!!”
A piercing howl of a wolf echoed as old Reap suddenly leaped from the ground and pounced toward the culprit responsible for the explosion.
Lancelot looked towards where the Demon had been trapped. The cobwebs were evidently flammable; the blaze from the explosion first ignited them and then blew them apart. If Oasis Fort had been a town mainly built of wood, a terrible fire would have already begun.
The three Demons at the center naturally couldn’t have survived the blast. If they had spent the time they were staring dumbfounded at the bomb trying to get free of the web, they might have had a sliver of hope, but now their bodies had been blown into a hundred pieces, evenly scattered over a nine-foot radius, dead beyond any doubt.
Faced with the ferociously approaching Werewolf bartender, Phil frantically began running circles around the Dwarf Guards, attempting to avoid capture by the angry victim. But his short Goblin legs were obviously no match for the half-Werewolf Reap, who caught him by the collar and lifted him high into the air.
“Easy, easy!” the Goblin cried out, “Your claws are hurting me!”
“They! Were! Already! Tangled!” Reap’s terrifying wolf face roared in Phil’s face, showering him with saliva, “All you needed was a longer stick to poke them to death!”
“What’s wrong with using a bomb? I clearly left you plenty of time to get away!” Phil argued anxiously, “Oh look, there’s a toe, here’s a nose, and what’s that lump of mush over there? The Demon’s little ding-dong? Why are they all over the place? Because my bomb did the job quick and well!!”
“I swear, if it happens again, I’ll twist off your head, have the chef from the Succubus Palace take care of it, and then eat it spoonful by spoonful!” The Werewolf raged with bloodshot eyes, and if his threatening words hadn’t sounded so logical, Lancelot might have thought he would actually lose control and tear the Goblin to pieces the next moment.
“Uh, excuse me for a moment, we brought out that chef from the Succubus Palace,” Lancelot said, barely holding back his laughter, and pointed behind him, “As well as the top male host. Gentlemen, please allow me to introduce, this is Alamir, a Priest of the God of Love.”
“Uh, please disregard the first part of the introduction about me,” the Elf Priest walked over somewhat embarrassed, “As Sir Lancelot mentioned, I am a Priest of Shuni, and if you have any worries or questions about love, you can come to me.”
“No way, you’re that Priest?!” Reap exclaimed, dropping Phil to the ground, the latter also looking surprised at Alamir.
“What a pity, I was hoping you could do something with this guy’s brain,” the half-werewolf glared fiercely at the goblin, “So he won’t blow us all to smithereens one day with his bombs!”
At this point, the four Dwarf Temple Guards also finished tending to their wounds and walked towards Lancelot’s group. Bruto’s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly went forward to greet them:
“Uncle Witt!” The bearded succubus called out to the Dwarf Priest, “Are you guys alright?”
“By Moradin, Bruto? Is that you?” The Dwarves looked completely shocked by Bruto’s present form. They were well aware of the details of the plan but had not actually seen the transformed appearances of Lancelot’s group.
“It’s me, haha!” Bruto took off his Transforming Ring and reverted back to his Dwarven appearance, rushing up to give old Dwarf Witt a big hug, “We succeeded!”
“Why did you have to take off that ring before hugging me? I’ve seen plenty of succubi in Twin Bridges Town, but no one could compare to you!” Priest Witt chuckled, “Those demons’ whiskers are poisonous, but we Dwarves are not afraid of such mild poison. However, their weapons did give us quite a bit of trouble, just a scratch would cause unstoppable bleeding, but luckily you all arrived.
Did you get the Cross Pickaxe? Where is it?”
“It’s with me,” Lancelot said, taking the Cross Pickaxe out of the Dimensional Bag and handing it to Witt, “Take a look, was this worth risking so much for?”
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Upon seeing the Cross Pickaxe, the Dwarf Priest’s expression became very serious. He carefully took it, murmuring something in Dwarven under his breath, his hands gently brushing the surface of the Cross Pickaxe.
A gold emblem appeared on the Cross Pickaxe, and Lancelot saw it was in the shape of a mountain with a gemstone within it, and next to it was a line of text written in Dwarven.
“That’s the emblem of Dumasong, the keeper of secret treasures among the Dwarven gods,” Kalalin explained to Lancelot, “With the power of this deity, any items related to the Dwarves can reveal much information to them.”