As Thranduil spoke, the surrounding air suddenly grew scorching hot, and a faint smell of sulfur drifted on the wind. The flames surging from the cracks in the void merged one after another, turning into a sea of fire in the blink of an eye.
"You could kill those useless warriors, but you had no right to take them as slaves! That is an insult to our mighty Dwarf warriors!" Thranduil raised his right hand, and a spiked chain hammer materialized over his armor.
A fiery aura burst forth from Thranduil, far surpassing the strength of ordinary fire elements. Lixiang could even sense a heat and set of laws radiating from Thranduil that were nearly identical to the Holy Flame of Light.
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