Chapter 11.3
Oswald climbed onto the back of the giant eagle and approached the roof, albeit very unsteadily. He touched the fist-sized air hole, examined the direction of the crevice, and then clenched his fist and punched the air hole.
Oswald was surprisingly strong. He punched the air hole ten times in quick succession, his muscles flexing and his armor creaking. He was wearing iron armor snatched from the guards, which was hard and had sharp edges. Forth each punch, the air hole cracked a little more.
With just one punch, the cracks around the air hole became more obvious, and stone-like debris fell from the cracks, splashing all over Dan's back.
However, Dan's red hair was thick and hard, so he did not even feel the powder residue. He simply stared at the guards below and continued to flap his wings, trying to create some chaos.
Oswald punched the air hole again, and the area around the air hole shattered. This time, not only did stone powder fall, but also stones.
Dan could feel the eagle's feathers starting to fall out. He struggled to his talons and turned his head back in horror. He shouted, "Are you crazy?! What the hell are you doing?!"
Oswald did not answer. He simply punched once and for all.
Crack!
Oswald was nearly thrown from the eagle's back by the force of the impact.
There were a series of cracking sounds, one after another, like a domino effect. The air hole enlarged into a circle, and the cracks around it became longer and more pronounced, like a giant spiderweb, spreading out and connecting to other air holes.
Dan muttered, "You're never going to get away with this."
Oswald smiled. "We'll see about that," he said.
Oswald punched the air hole three more times. His strength was so great that it was probably no less than that of a giant orc.
Everyone finally realized that something was wrong. The entire dungeon shook, and gravel continued to fall from the ceiling. Dust and lime blasted into the dungeon, choking people and impairing their vision.
The tools of the Spirit Race had all been taken away, leaving them with nothing but their robes.
However, this did not stop them from using their most basic witchcraft.
The leader of the Eldar muttered something inaudibly, and then suddenly pointed his finger forward. All the wall fires in the dungeon leaped into his hands, condensed into a huge ball of fire, and then rushed out, like a fire dragon, swimming straight from one end of the tunnel to the other.
Numerous guards screamed in pain like a pan being fried. The metal armor heated up instantly after being baked and could scald a layer of skin off a person alive.
"Get out of the way!" Oswald roared and punched down again.
A loud bang echoed through the dungeon as the cracked roof collapsed, sending a torrent of huge stones crashing down.
"Damn!" Dan cried out, nearly concussed by the falling debris. He flapped his wings frantically, trying to stay airborne.
Oswald pressed down on Dan's neck, urging him to descend. "Get down!"
He shouted to the panicked crowd. "Shift to the flying giant orcs! The rest of you, climb onto their back, grab their legs, or do whatever you can! Those who can fly, let's go!"
Oswald grabbed Kevin and Mi Ao by the arms and hoisted them onto Dan's back. Then, with a roar, Dan took off, soaring through the hole in the crumbling roof of the dungeon.
As they flew away, they heard the roars of raptors and other wild beasts echoing from the depths of the dungeon.
They had made it out alive!
Oswald and the others quickly changed from a prone position to a vertical hanging position, nearly rolling off the back of the soaring giant eagle. They had to hold on tightly to Dan's hard feathers to avoid falling.
"Oh no! I am unable to sustain flight for an extended period," exclaimed Dan with frustration as he circled through the air, attempting to evade his pursuers.
However, he refrained from landing due to the large number of guards stationed on the main wall of Feiling City. These guards had their longbows fully drawn and were aiming them at Dan and his party from a distance.