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After the royal guard shouted this order every single dwarf thumped their chest in response. Midnight felt her heart beating and the feeling of fire in her chest. 

\'Unique hero quest: Golden Flames

What are the point of spirit forged weapons to an almighty dragon champion? As the top of the dragon species, it is expected that the user would show this in their battle prowess. Spirit forged weapons are of no concern. What dragon needs a weapon when they can use their body as a weapon?

Requirement:

Use the inner flames of the dragon champion to defeat the dwarven prodigys\' golem; Throat Ripper.

Reward:

Skill- Golden flame heart\'

Midnight felt that the heat within her was building more and more and that her battles senses were sharper than usual. The feeling she would normally have before breathing her decaying flame was consumed by an even stronger and hotter feeling. She had read the quest and knew that she was getting something much better than a spirit forged weapon that the others were working toward. 

Before she could keep focusing on the feeling of the new heat in her chest Midnight felt the shaking of the ground. There was something coming and she knew it was the golem the royal guard had spoken about. She also knew this from the way the dwarf soldiers were reacting. 

Watching the soldiers form teams and rush themselves to get organized she knew that this was not just some easy to beat golem like before. It was one that would require all of the soldiers here to survive against in their training. 

On one end of the large training cave, there was a door holding the carved vows of the dwarf army. They would all pledge to it before their training on their pride as dwarves. It was a uniting factor for them as soldiers. However, at this moment the hard looks of nervous soldiers watched the door open. 

The golem that stepped through the open doorway was not small to say the least. It was easily double the size of an orc and just as tough. The armor plating on the body was greater than the thickets shields Midnight had ever seen. The hands looked as if they were made to latch on and tear things apart. It was safe for Midnight to think that this golem was specially made to take hits and deal them out. It was a physical powerhouse. 

As if to demonstrate the incredible strength it had the golem showed off its nickname Throat Ripper. The large golem grabbed the shut down and disabled golem that Midnight and the dwarves had used as their warm up. It grabbed the connecting part to the head where a mana core rested and tore it out dropping the parts on the ground. 

Midnight growled slightly while falling in to a crouch. She may not have noticed it, but the dwarves saw a small amount of smoke and sparks coming from the sides of her mouth. Her growl grew as Throat Ripper moved toward the first group of golems. The most intimidating part of it was that it did not wield any weapons. This spoke of the power it had compared to the other golems that relied on it. 

Midnight knew that her previous strategy wouldn\'t work but refused to rely on her shadow wrapping skill. If she used it she felt that she would be acting like a coward. Instead, she decided to let the dwarves distract Throat Ripper and circled to the side. She thought the golems\' defense was too strong but she had to see how strong.

Rushing in towards its\' leg she managed to get close and slash at it. The metallic scraping left only feint scratches in the shape of her claws. Throat Ripper already noticed her due to the multiple mana cores that were keeping track of its surroundings. One trait that made this golem above any other was the fact that it had four mana cores. It couldn\'t be taken down by a single attack and could view all around its\' body. 

Throat ripper kicked backwards sending Midnight sprawling while also swinging an arm in to three of the dwarves who wielded shields. They were equally thrown away. The power Throat Ripper had was nothing to laugh at. Midnight refused to just lay back and get pushed down. 

As she stood up Midnight couldn\'t resist her instincts. She saw a tough opponent that her claws couldn\'t scratch. She knew that she couldn\'t use her decaying flames because the dwarves trying to attack Throat Ripper would get harmed. But she wasn\'t able to hold herself back.

Smoke was coming from her mouth more and more and the sparks that came with each breath showed like flecks of gold dancing in the air. Her entire body seemed to be releasing heat that even the nearby dwarf soldiers which had live around the forge fires for their entire lives couldn\'t stand. Many backed away from her out of general instinct and fear. Being the only target nearby, Throat Ripper moved to attack her. Little did the golem know, but it was about to face a grave danger. 

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