The first blow of the sledgehammer falls with no more force than my hatred, it is a blow directed at a boot, at the foot that is supposed to protect, but the plates can do nothing against my hatred, I see how it bursts and the foot explodes, with the rebound I hit him in the face with the shield that I lower to see why his limb hurts so much, while the shield is doing its job my sledgehammer already flies towards the knee of the second enemy, it crumbles satisfactorily, then I face the first wretch, Now I activate my two sledgehammer runes, I feel the incredible power of the charged sledgehammer, it travels at a speed that turns my arm into a blur, the blow is upward, diagonal, At that moment I feel very lucky to have slept, even with my new body strength my arm is numb, but it was worth it, there are five less, I think it's time to reason with them.

In the midst of groans that sound louder than they really are... except for the one from the foot and the one from the knee, I start to shout at them, I explain that they attacked a territorial creature, but that there were no bodies of anyone in the cave, they don't let me go any further - that doesn't matter - they tell me - the evil has corrupted their creatures, the only thing left is to die to purify their guilt - do they understand each other when they talk? Or do you just say whatever shit comes into your head? I ask you gentlemen, we can talk, death as an option is useless, there is no life after, why despise unnecessary deaths? Go back to your home, you who have it, take care of your offspring, educate them and enjoy them.

As if I were talking to the stones of the enclosure, they stare at me with self-sufficiency - you foolish dwarf - the warriors exclaim, the few healers that entered are not so convinced, they are still far away to heal these two, apparently those three at the back are not going to move again (I must remember that blow will help me in this battle) -you are stupid to doubt the power of the paladin warriors, we are more than a hundred, we are the power of light and you are a dwarf who went out of the way to serve a dark lord, even if one of us survives our duty is to make sure you die! -So much for the dialogue, I take out a bag of rust from my clothes, I throw it into the air over their heads, one of the acolytes attacks with a sacred whip bursting it, just as I had planned.

The chain of lightning is an attack that I learned in my new existence, it is nothing more than the discharge of energy that jumps from one of the enemies to another with less and less power, but if it has means of transfer, the power is not lost, so I hide behind the shield and call it, the chain is dispersed until it becomes a real network, It attacks everyone who is there, even among the healers only two were able to put up a shield in time, the rest end up in the least paralyzed, but because of the high level of metal in their bodies most of them start to fry in their metallic tombs, the few paladins who are still conscious do not stop shouting incantations ¿? I don't know why they do it, none of them are wizards, besides their spells are a mockery: Paladin Temperance, Fortitude, Invulnerability? There are no faith-based enchantments, but these guys are dying as they shout it, but more are coming, among them a bearded wizard, that's going to be a problem, he immediately barks instructions and casts +2 protection against lightning... he must be the leader, should I talk to him? But he takes care to dispel my doubts, because while most of them surround me, he tells them to destroy the eggs they find to avoid attacks, do they kill to avoid being killed? This guy is crazy, he makes my blood boil, it's only fair that theirs should too.

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None of them notice, not with their shields and maces constantly attacking me, the rune of the demolishing blow takes a minute to recharge, so I use it to clear a row of enemies, each time a row of them falls the rest separate, almost all of them use the protection thrown by the mages disguised as priests, but mine is not a magical blow, at least not yet, I hit them physically, the sledgehammer does physical damage, the anti-magic barriers have no effect, besides, enemies over six feet tall surround a one meter twenty dwarf, Theoretically they should only surround me with their shields while the ones behind me or themselves, every time they try it my hammer is charged and ready to open holes, the whole cave is heating up, we are already at least 45 degrees Celsius, as a blacksmith this is no problem for me, it is hot but I can still move, they are not so lucky, every time they remove their damage shields to recharge, something that even I can see costs them more work because of the effort to keep those alive who can.

I am sure I have received several blows, the scales have resisted but they are not invulnerable, the pain is a bit strong but not more than my anger, every time I want to stop I see the damage they have done and my determination is reborn, besides there is still a trick up my sleeve, Protected as they are against magic it would be a waste of my strength to attack them with the same, so I have used all my mana to keep my bones glued after each attack of the warriors, I protect the head and the lungs, the rest of the body my armor takes care of, when I feel tired I start to absorb all the heat I find around me, This refreshes them a little but then it starts to slow them down when the temperature reaches five degrees and keeps dropping, all that heat does not disappear, even in magic there is conservation of energy so I concentrate it around me, this burns their skin and some stay away, it also exhausts me, I get dehydrated very quickly, But I can't let them tire me, it's now or never, I take all the bags of shavings from my clothes and throw them into the air, my aura bursts them and melts the shavings (I have no idea how much temperature surrounds me, I have to burn a lot of magic not to become a dwarf torch).

The lightning rune is active, I can feel the charged air, the impact is brutal, everyone gets a shock, most of them are wearing their armor and clothes wet from the condensation (except me), their plate armor is cracked from the weather changes, everything is ready, However, I am tired and the impact is more than my magic could withstand, I am thrown off and hit the wall, as I lose consciousness, I want to believe that the promise they made to me is true, if not all these hisses are a sign that I will fall into some hell with snakes or something, would you be proud of me?

... son.