Hill stopped in his tracks, glanced southwest, and let out a sigh.
He had been walking here alone for so long, and not a single assassin had come.
Hill was well aware that the dwarves would never give up their plan to assassinate him.
Before Hill's retaliation, he was just on their must-kill list, but after his Emerald Butterfly sealed most of their mines, Hill must have topped that list.
He knew well how stubborn this race was; their racial traits wouldn't change just because they slipped into the Evil Faction, they'd only become more obstinate.
Treading the short pasture and inhaling the fragrance of fresh flowers, Hill strolled on the prairie for a long time.
He paused, gently released the Tornado Scroll he held in his sleeve.
Hill was prepared, ready to send anyone who dared come after him skyward with a series of 360 tornadoes, directly escorting them to the World's End to meet the Earth Bear.
Saving them the trouble of finding it themselves.
