It was a dwarf. Abel knew it was. As far as he knew, there weren’t any other intelligible beings that were this small and muscular.

Just why was a dwarf here? If he belonged to the camp, why was he peeking at it instead of just walking right in? Abel had a lot of questions. Maybe Bernie wanted to hide something from him. Anyways, he should worry about capturing the dwarf that was in front of him. It seemed really familiar with the geography around here.

Abel knew that the dwarf was trying to lure him away from the camp. He didn’t care, though. He could tell that it wasn’t a wizard. It wasn’t like it was going to be a knight’s commander, either. If it wasn’t trying to beat him in a one-on-one fight, he would have no problem at all.

When Abel and the dwarf were about one mile away from the camp, they stood still at about twenty meters away from each other.

“You must be Master Abel!” a low voice came out as to tease Abel, “You’re an advanced knight and a third level wizard, but apparently, you can’t cast any spells.”

Abel didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t use any spells over the last few days. That must be why this dwarf in front of him was saying that he couldn’t use any spells. He was certain that it was only his team that was around, however. Whether intentionally or not, someone in his team must’ve leaked the information out.

“Who are you?” Abel asked. He was sitting on top of Black Wind’s back. There was a five-meter lance in his hand. As long as the person in front of him wasn’t a head knight’s commander, he could easily knock him away with one swing

What was the chance of the dwarf being the head knight’s commander? Even if he was one, he would’ve started the fight long ago. Whatever. Abel didn’t believe that he was any threat.

The dwarf replied, “We didn’t want to make you an enemy, Master Abel! But you! You keep ruining our plans! Prepare to die now!”

The dwarf revealed a weapon from his back. It was an iron hammer that was very well made. It had a golden tip and pitch-black handle. The head of it was made with eight sharp nails, which formed a circle together. These nails were dyed with blood. It was a weapon that was saturated with blood.

There was something that had especially caught Abel’s attention. There was a slot on the handle of the hammer. There was a blue magic stone that was inside. This meant that it was an ice magic weapon.

Abel wasn’t so relaxed now. He’s always used his magic weapons to fight enemies who didn’t have their own. Now that his enemy had one, he had to settle this fight as quickly as he could. Things would become troubling if he was slowed down by the freezing effect of the hammer.

Just now, the dwarf’s imposing pressure was slowly increasing. It was at the level of a knight’s commander. After hunting with the Borton brothers over these last few days, Abel knew what he was dealing with.

Not the dwarf, though. He obviously wasn’t taking Abel seriously. Usually, you’d only reveal your imposing pressure if you were trying to scare an enemy that was a rank below you.

Abel started charging forward with Black Wind. It caught the dwarf off guard. He didn’t think that Abel could just ignore his aura, but he was fast enough to block Abel’s sword with his hammer. He seemed to have some experience with fighting against humans. Usually, the best way to counter a knight’s charge was to dodge it, but since Black Wind was so fast, he had to settle with a quick block.

Clang

In a blink of an eye, Abel clashed iron with the dwarf. He didn’t switch on his combat qi completely, but about 60% of it has been activated. After that clash, he felt like there was something that was trying to knock him backward. Actually, he’s never felt something this strong in a competition of strength.

Abel was tensing up his muscles with Black Wind. He wasn’t using his full strength, but the hit was quite close to that. That must be the advantage of being a dwarf. As little as they were, they were much stronger than that of humans. No wonder they believed that they were the descendants of the giants.

Abel was forced to take a step backward. When he was preparing for a counterattack, an overwhelming power kept appearing and kept sending him backward.

“Magic weapons!” the dwarf shouted. He was in complete defense mode now. His body was always backing away from Abel. He wasn’t ready to make a defense as of yet, but he was quick enough to activate a combat qi armor around himself.

Ten steps. Abel knew that his lance could knock his enemy away. Immediately, Black Wind ran forward and reached the dwarf that was still stepping back. With a tap of his lance, he generated a rune pattern right in front of his face. He just shot an ice bullet at him.

Because of how useless the combat qi armor was against spells, wizards were recognized as one of the strongest classes on the entire Holy Continent. Abel shot the dwarf at his front chest, which immobilized him on the spot. The poor thing didn’t have the chance to move again.

“Wai… Wait!” the dwarf spoke an inaudible voice as frost appeared on his body.

“What more do you want to say?” Abel asked. If this dwarf tried anything, he could just finish him off with another ice bullet.

“I’m a member of the dwarves, do you understand that? You will make a lot of enemies if you try to touch me!”

A light flashed out from Abel’s lane, “That just contradicts what you said at the start. Alright, you can die now.”

“Wait! Let me take something out! You’ll understand when you see it!”

When Abel canceled his spell, he saw the dwarf taking out a scroll from his own pocket. It was a magic scroll, which somehow didn’t make him feel alerted.

For a moment there, the dwarf had a painful look on his face. Just when Abel was about to ask about it, the trapped warrior quickly tore the scroll apart. Next thing he knew, the dwarf was about one hundred meters away from him.

The dwarf shouted as he prepared to make an escape. “You’ll regret what you’ve done today, Abel! Wait, and we’ll come back for revenge!”

They were still inside the jungle. The dwarf thought that the trees would help him draw his distance from Abel. The plan was to keep burning up his combat qi until Abel lost track of him.

Just when the dwarf was about to accelerate, Abel and Black Wind teleported right next to him. The giant lance was smashed onto his back and pressed him to the ground. The magic effect didn’t stop. When he was repeatedly pressed by the lance’s effect, it eventually became a part of the ground.