Facing him, was a figure of immense stature and daunting presence. His form was like that of a behemoth, towering over all who stood around him.
His bulky figure was clad in endogenous armour unique to their race and looked like it was forged from the very essence of the earth itself. Each piece forged to fit his bulging muscles, he was a sight to behold, a creature of primal might and unyielding strength.
What's more, the armour gave off a mysterious glint making even Mythril look pale in comparison to it. It was said that even the legendary metal mythril is unable to so much as scratch its surface.
With every movement of his, the endogenous armour clinging to his muscles like a second skin, rippled with threatening intensity and each small movement of his gave others a glimpse of the devastation he was capable of unleashing.
That said, it was not his extremely conspicuous armour that stood about him, his physique as well as face did too.
Standing well above three meters tall, he was a hulking monstrosity, a living embodiment of power and destruction. His face which was partially visible through his endogenous helmet, bore the scars of countless battles, each one more hideous that the other and was a testament to his vast battle experience.
His eyes, cold and unyielding, gleamed with a fierce intelligence that belied his brutish appearance. On top of his helmet, a single horn juts forth like a deadly spear. The horn was the symbol and power of his status.
Longer and more menacing than the others of his race, it was a weapon of devastating potential, capable of piercing through even the toughest of defences with ease. It was said that with a single thrust, the horn could shatter any armour and sunder flesh.
This juggernaut of destruction that embodied savagery and brutality itself was the King of the Wastelands, the lord of the Terraquake Rhinos, the Ivory Terraquake Rhino, Yverza.
"Hoh, how do you know that?"
Yverza questioned his eyes turning towards Gil-Garna. As one of the Seven Kings, he was on the same level as the king of the Black Ogres.
"A subordinate of mine, Gish-Bor went to the harpies territory the other day to search for a missing subordinate"
At those words from Gil-garna, Yverza added "One of mine, Drovos of the Earthquake went missing there too".
"Yeah, I am aware. Anyways, though he was unable to find them, he did manage to find out the fact that they had deserted their territory. What's more, he had also coincidentally found the shortcut the harpies took to relocate into the dungeon"...
Given all of this, it was only natural for them to be concerned.
"You are right, Melinda is indeed a big concern. However, as long as one of us could hold her down, the other can then swiftly defeat the demon. Thus essentially neutralising her presence"
Gil-Garna stated. It was just as he said, their opponent was the demon, not the queen of the harpies. As such, as long as one of them held her down and stopped her from helping the demon. They could avoid fighting life and death battle with her while also effectively neutralising her presence.
"It looks like you have come up with all kinds of scenarios in your head"
Yverza looked at the king do the black ogres and smiled in a manner that held several different meanings.
"But of course, I have been planning for this attack for a long while now. You should know that I have been keeping a close eye on the Demon of the East ever since I became aware of his dungeon"
"If not because I was held up by some other matter at hand and couldn't leave my station, I wouldn't have allowed that demon to grow till this point. I am sure that after witnessing the spectacle that occurred in the eastern skies of the forest a couple of months ago, you would agree with me"
On Gil-Garna's words, a solemn look appeared on the former's face. The spectacular phenomenon that occurred in the Eastern Sky was visible from the entire Ghastly Winding Forest and even from lands far beyond.
That vast column of mana rushing into the sky like an erupting volcano only occurred during certain special situations. And the only thing capable of creating such a huge commotion in the ghastly winding forest was the new dungeon created by the demon.
Only a dungeon when it reached a certain rank would be able to create such a natural phenomenon. The eruption of mystical energy into the air marked the ranking of the dungeon.
And for a newly established dungeon to be already creating such a worldly phenomenon, what did it indicate? The concept was so ridiculous that Yverza felt that it wasn't even funny.
To be able to grow at such a rate, the demon had to be controlled if not eliminated before he became a threat to even to them. It was also for this reason that the king of the wastelands, the Ivory Terraquake Rhino decided to form an alliance with the king of the Black Ogres.
The others might not think that the demon was any threat to them; however, he thought differently. Unlike the others, the memories of the world he inherited when integrating with the power left behind by the ancient beast carcasses possessed a little more information.
As such, he held certain information that even Gil-Garna or the other Seven Kings didn't have.
"What are our chances against the demon?"
He questioned. If the demon was so easy to deal with, they wouldn't have formed an alliance or waited this long for that matter.
"Don't worry, I have been preparing for this attack for a long time now. The dungeon will definitely be conquered by us. I have received formal replies from... Oh!? Speak of the devil, they are here"