Ashen Dragon-Chapter 505 - 414 Competition and the Brass Fortress

Chapter 505: Chapter 414 Competition and the Brass Fortress

Chapter 505: Chapter 414 Competition and the Brass Fortress

“Boom!”

A pillar of fire shot up into the sky, flames ravaging the arena and reducing the player to ashes.

A woman with golden vertical pupils and long dragon horns waved her hand gently, and the flames dissipated completely.

She turned around, bowed slightly, and saluted the audience.

The commentator’s voice rang out passionately, “Another exhilarating match, a crushing victory!”

“Let’s congratulate Summer Night Autumn Rain on winning this match!”

The audience erupted in thunderous cheers, with fanatical fans holding up light signs, shaking them incessantly.

“Autumn Rain wifey!”

“I love her so much!”

“Autumn Rain is amazing! Beautiful and fierce! Completely in love!”

“She’s my wife, of course, she’s excellent.”

“Summer Night Autumn Rain is your wife? I’m going yellow first, wake this guy up.”

“Damn it, she’s clearly my wife!”

…

“Hello, dear audience, and players.”

“Today is the third day of the preliminaries, and everyone remains incredibly enthusiastic. The contestants in this round are exceptional, they are…”

The commentators’ voices echoed throughout the arena.

The preliminaries were blazing hot, with many star players advancing undefeated, and numerous dark horses emerging from the crowd.

Several famous moments were born among them:

Nights of Rain City summoning the “Undying Imperial Triad” to gang up on opponents, Natural War Maniac slicing a Full Level Paladin in half, shield and all, in one swing, Charlotte’s textbook spell counterattack….

But with nearly 100,000 contestants, and 154 divisions hosting twelve days of competition,

on average, each venue held fifty matches daily.

Those who had advanced early were naturally preparing for the elimination rounds, and the data on professional players were skyrocketing on the black market.

As a highly anticipated “professional player,” Mantou worried about his weapon.

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Having won all three of his matches, he had advanced early and didn’t need to worry about a spot in the elimination rounds.

But during yesterday’s second match, he was hit by a “suicidal attack” from a Mechanic Mage player.

The opponent rushed at him with a load of electromagnetic bombs, almost causing him to crash. Luckily, Noodle reacted quickly, turning in mid-air and escaping the explosion.

Though unscathed, Mantou’s fairly rare “Red Scale Standard Lance” was destroyed in the battle, causing him significant distress.

So he sought out a player from the Mechanical God Cult to buy some equipment.

“You want to buy cold weapons?”

Battlefield Wheelchair Man’s tone was surprised.

“Wouldn’t a semi-automatic rifle be better? I have a rifle modeled after the M1 Garand, and even a Lightning Element launcher…”

“No, you don’t understand the romance of a lance charge!”

Battlefield Wheelchair Man was disappointed but said, “If it’s cold weapons you’re after, the Mechanical God Cult doesn’t produce the highest quality.”

“By the way, if you’re looking for cold weapons, I recommend a place called the Brass Fortress.”

“The fire dwarfs there make the best cold weapons, even producing rare-quality divine artifacts.”

“Oh?”

Hearing the word “rare,” Mantou, who had never gotten anything good from loot boxes, brightened.

“Where is this Brass Fortress?”

“In the Fire Elemental Plane.”

…

A day later.

Fire Elemental Plane, Brass Fortress, outside the Imperial Office.

“So many people.”

Mantou held his freshly obtained Fire Elemental Plane pass, looking at the crowded streets and bustling fire dwarfs with a joyful expression.

In the center of the city, a giant, majestic statue of the God of Dwarfs stood tall. The small brass houses were exquisitely crafted, and the “clang! clang!” of forging could be heard everywhere.

In the distance, steam-billowing factories of new construction with a distinctive imperial style could be seen.

Was this the place where divine artifacts were forged?

It fit his imagination perfectly.

“But all these fire dwarfs look exactly alike, as if they were cast from the same mold.”

Mantou saw a blacksmith’s shop ahead, with a sign that read “Gino’s Weapon Workshop.”

The weapon racks displayed several exquisite pieces of equipment, among which were “rare” quality weapons, including his favorite, spears.

“Let’s check this place out first.”

Mantou pushed open the door and walked into the blacksmith’s shop. A fire dwarf appeared before him, causing his eyes to widen and his jaw to nearly drop.

“What the hell?”

“Anime?”

No wonder he was so surprised.

The fire dwarf in front of him didn’t match the stereotype of a stout figure with a full beard, instead appearing adorable.

Round face, big eyes, delicate features, petite and slender figure, wearing a brass-trimmed frilly dress, a brass butterfly bow on the back, and brass twin-tails.

Seriously, you call this a dwarf?

Wasn’t the legendary fire spirit?

This was more like a brass-clad loli!

But soon, the loli fire dwarf spoke in a rough voice completely incongruent with her appearance, like flames crackling:

“You are… a Starfallen?”

Gino’s expression instantly turned extremely angry.

But the angry expression on this cute face made for a unique kind of furious embarrassment.

“You want to ask why I look like this, right?”

Mantou stifled his laughter and nodded.

Gino roared, “It’s all because of you Starfallens!”

“Some damned bastard, to fulfill his filthy desires, swapped the molds in the fire dwarf foundry, making me look like this! I don’t have the strong physique of other fire dwarfs, nor their handsome beards, and I’ve been mocked by other fire dwarfs since birth!”