"There are a total of three hundred and thirty-two Guardian of the River of Death magic crystals! Plus forty-seven dragon crystals! Ha! It looks like each of our Golden Dwarf mages can be allocated a high-grade magic crystal, right?" Liu Zhenhan felt a bit regretful and smacked his lips: "Didn't expect that Adidasma, a magical beast from another world, to be quite righteous. They took away many of their comrades' bodies, and in the end, the Gate of Bone Tomb disappeared into thin air, swallowing up many guardian corpses that should have been mine."
"Enough, enough! This time our mage group has really risen up!" Upon hearing this, the old dragon also beamed with joy: "Golden Dwarves are strong warriors, and four hundred seventy-two Golden Dwarves means two hundred and thirty-six mages!"
"Are we counting the old and young too?" Liu Zhenhan was slightly dissatisfied.
"Fool! The older the mage, the stronger the fortitude! Golden Dwarf children are ten times more formidable than Mexi!"
