Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 25 Akdina
"Did Dericolaite pass on any message?"

In a cave one kilometer outside the city of Bricklect, a tall lady hiding in the shadows asked the male dark elf kneeling on the ground.

The male dark elf was wearing a black crystal armor that looked very bulky, with unknown magic patterns all over his body. Unlike the generally weak and beautiful male dark elves, he had a solid and broad chest and thick and powerful muscles.

Even when kneeling, it does not affect the explosive power hidden in his tall and strong body.

He lowered his head and replied respectfully, "Not yet, dear Lady Akdina. He has delayed for too long. Should we consider the possibility of his betrayal?"

The woman chuckled and slowly walked out of the shadows. The candlelight illuminated her appearance. She was an enchantingly beautiful woman.

She was covered in extremely revealing black leather armor, with three exquisite gem rings on her left hand and a gorgeous snake-head scepter in her right hand.

Her thighs and belly button, as shiny black as the most beautiful obsidian, were exposed to the air. Her delicate facial features were like the most tempting poisonous fruit, dangerous yet sweet.

"That half-blooded bastard won't betray," Akdina said sarcastically.

She stroked her cheek and looked into the mirror beside her, fascinated by the person in the mirror: "He fell in love with me. No one can escape after falling in love with me."

The man raised his head and looked at her with the same eyes, stretching out his big hands to try to touch her thighs that were as smooth as satin.

Akdina raised her foot and stepped on his hand, then she stretched out her finger and hooked his chin and said seductively, "Have I allowed you to touch me, you lowly male?"

The male swallowed, his muscles throbbing with excitement as he listened to Akdina's soft voice.

"Conquer that city for me, as you have conquered me, my strongest warrior, Zatar."

Seeing the man nodding excitedly and his infatuated eyes, Akdina stood up with satisfaction.

"Let the army march. That bastard must have died at the hands of that dragon. A young dragon is really interesting. I have never tasted a dragon before."

Akdina licked her lips, as if she was thinking of something delicious, her body trembled, and her dark face even flushed.
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"Hurry up, hurry up! You damn slaves, don't waste the mistress's time!"

A half-spider man with mottled gray skin brandished whips in all four hands and urged the goblin in front of him with his terrifying fangs protruding from his skin.

Nearly five hundred goblins, under the supervision of one hundred half-spider men, headed towards the city of Bricklect to contribute to the massacre of their compatriots.

Behind the half-spider man was a team of fifty dark elves led by the strong male elf. Each of them was wearing black armor, and the long swords in their hands proved their identity as warriors.

Akdina rode on a giant spider, located in the middle of the dark elves, protected by everyone, and looked at the goblin city in the distance with cruelty in her eyes.

The huge army of dark elves had already attracted the attention of the goblins, and in the city was the army that Volenza had already assembled.

Two thousand five hundred goblins, almost all the adult combat power of the entire city, one hundred gnolls, and two hundred various monsters formed a ragtag army.

Rust stood on the city wall, looking at the army in the distance, muttering, "Not good, not good."

The gap in military strength is too great.

Although the 100 goblins are huge in number, their strength may not be able to defeat even an ordinary adult human. The half-spider men and goblins on the opposite side are enough to crush them.

As for the remaining dark elf team, which looks no simple task at all, I'm afraid that the werewolf and monster army will just be eating them up.

The high-level combat forces of the Goblin City are Rust, a level 6 fighter, Oger, a level 7 fighter, Danoli, an level 8 fighter, and Volensa, a level 9 fighter and a level 4 wanderer.

This gave Rust some psychological comfort. High-level professionals played a huge role on the battlefield. At least his side did not lose in terms of high-level combat power.

The dark elf leader exuded an evil aura, she looked down upon the defenders of the goblin city with a sneer on her face, pointed the snake-headed staff forward, and the army immediately advanced at high speed.

The goblins who had been trained by the dark elves for a long time screamed wildly and rushed towards the army of 2,500 goblins guarding the city gate.

Although this scene is so absurd that it makes people laugh, these cowardly creatures actually show unparalleled courage under the high-pressure rule.

Close behind were the half-spider men, spider-like demons with eight slender pointed legs that gave them tremendous jumping power. They leaped into the battlefield and tore the goblins' flesh with their claws.

Each half-spider man is comparable to a level 2 fighter. These one hundred half-spider men slaughtered indiscriminately as if they were in an empty land.

The wills of the slaughtered goblins collapsed. They screamed, dropped their weapons, and fled towards the city gate. Even the archers on the city wall were frightened and dared not continue shooting arrows.

"A bunch of trash." Rust clicked his tongue. He was too optimistic. He didn't expect the goblin army to be defeated so quickly.

"Prepare to attack!" Rust gave the order, and an army consisting of one hundred gnolls, five barbarians, and two hundred different monsters rushed out of the city.

The fleeing goblin had not even opened his mouth to beg for mercy before his head was cut off by the merciless rust. He roared fiercely, "Those who avoid fighting, die!!!"

Volenza on the city wall watched everything expressionlessly. He knew how despairing the bad nature of these so-called compatriots was.

Rust's action was the only chance to save the disadvantage on the battlefield, and he had no leisure to feel pity for those cowardly guys who escaped.

He simply closed his eyes, conserved his strength, and tried to immerse himself in the chaotic and noisy battlefield, seeking calmness in the nothingness.

He could sense that on the opposite battlefield, among the group of indifferent dark elves, there was a strong enemy.

That is a warrior who is no less powerful than him, or even stronger.

The addition of gnolls and barbarians brought changes to the battlefield. The gnolls, who were not afraid of life or death or pain, were like ruthless war machines, slaughtering all enemies that stood in their way.

The goblins on the city wall were once again inspired with courage, and the pouring rain of arrows continued to kill the slave goblins.

Everything is getting better.

Akdina's face was gloomy. She pointed the snake-head staff in her hand again, and the fifty dark elf warriors beside her moved.

The elite warrior in dark armor drew the long sword from his waist, exuding a dark and cold aura.

Each of them is a level 5 [Shadow Sword], a melee profession unique to the drow nobles. They master gorgeous swordsmanship, are as fast as shadows, and can even hide in the shadows to assassinate the enemy.

Fifty shadow sword warriors flew high into the sky using their powerful jumping ability and pointed their hands at the ground.

"Dark Arrow!"

Fifty figures merged into one, and each of them shot out a dark energy arrow from their hands. The arrows rained down to the ground like a dark rain, and more than a dozen gnolls were immediately pierced to death by the arrows.

This is the supernatural ability that the Shadow Sword professional gains at level 3. It allows the first-level spell Dark Arrow to be cast once a day.

Then, the shadow sword warriors swung their swords from high in the sky and slashed towards the ground. Under the influence of gravity, every target they chose could not escape the fate of being split in half.

The balance of the battlefield tilted again, and the place where the two armies fought became a meat grinder. Amid screams, dust flew, and blood and flesh were dripping.

In the face of fifty rigorously trained and well-coordinated level five warriors, the gnoll and monster army also suffered heavy losses.

(End of this chapter)