Chapter 591
Adepts like Endor and Dana had almost no independent combat ability in such a bloody and intense battle.
Their combat ability wasn’t weak at all. However, their lack of defensive skills and techniques made it hard for them to endure in such a terrifying battlefield. Being unable to persist in the battle meant that they had no chance to unleash their fearsome magical powers.
Thus, the two of them had been staying within the protective circle formed by the Loggers, along with the two snakefiends since the start of the battle. They were using their poison and petrification powers to help the magical machines stabilize the thin defensive line. Meanwhile, Manticore Charon followed after Mary and took to the skies. He was keeping a close eye on the few dragonborn leaders who looked very distinct.
At this point of the battle, no more than eighty dragonborn remained of the original two hundred. Moreover, each of them were wounded and had been separated into small groups of their own. The magical machines had also suffered losses, with their numbers cut down from one hundred and sixty-three to only fifty-seven. Their ability to kill dragonborn was starting to plummet.
However, the magical machines had always been seen as cannon fodder by the adepts, meant to be exhausted in battle and war. As such, the adepts couldn’t care less about their losses. Things were different on the other end. The higher-ups of the dragonborn army were agonizing over the deaths of their soldiers.
The commander and his two deputies tried their best to storm out of the dragonborn camp under the protection of a squad of two dozen dragonborn warriors and five dragonborn spellcasters.
Mary stood upon Charon’s back in the dark skies. They circled above the survivors of the battle. Her crimson eyes fixated upon Commander Will.
The dragonborn’s gaze clashed with the vampire’s across the hundred-meter distance. An intangible soul flux rippled across the air.
There was the dull thud of metal against metal.
The electric spear collided with the metal axe. A violent lightning storm clashed with a ravaging volcano. An elementium explosion detonated in the center of the battlefield.
Four hundred and sixty-seven points!
The violent attacks of the two dragonborn warriors combined and let off an explosion of no less than four hundred and sixty points. An attack of this strength would have been enough to instantly exterminate Mary if it had landed on her.
What use was the powerful regeneration of the vampires if their entire body was instantly minced to pieces?
Explosive-style warriors were truly powerful!
They lacked mobility and could be easily kited to death by spellcasters, but their instantaneous explosion of power at melee range was even stronger than elementium adepts.
Even Greem couldn’t compare to Zacha in this aspect!
The two dragonborn didn’t separate after the fight started.
They fought at melee range, their weapons charged with unbridled elementium power, regularly applying heavy pressure upon the enemy. Dragonborn Zacha was rapidly moving about as his weapons collided and clinked with Will’s. Zacha circled Will using the agility provided to him by the wind elementium, occasionally lunging at Will and resuming the fight once again.
Will, on the other hand, had inherited the powers of fire.
Every blow and counterattack of his was accompanied by blinding magical fires that shrouded his body and axe. The flames would either burn or cause a magical backlash to Zacha, constantly interrupting Zacha’s movements and attacks.
However, the lightning powers shrouding Dragonborn Zacha were not simple either. They caused a quick instant of paralysis every time they spread to Will’s body.
Dragonborn Zacha was younger in comparison and possessed stronger Physique and will. Dragonborn Will might be older, but he clearly had more skill in combat and experience in fighting.
Both fighters had their advantages and disadvantages. They were both physically intimidating, causing the fight between them to be subdued yet wild and primitive. Their wounds increased with the passage of time, slowly covering the entirety of their bodies.
If these were only ordinary wounds, their Physique would have allowed them to quickly heal within two minutes, even if they were fifty-centimeter gashes. Sadly, both of their weapons possessed strong elementium powers. Consequently, their wounds would split apart in a sudden explosion of energy the moment they healed.
The only difference was that Zacha’s wounds were erupting with flashes of red light, while Will’s injuries were erupting with blue arcs of electricity.
These minor wounds would never be able to truly heal until the foreign energy attached to them were neutralized.
However, who could take the time to take care of such an ‘insignificant’ matter in the heat of such an intense and bloody battle?!
Blood flowed, and warriors roared. Both dragonborn were drenched in blood, yet they continued to circle and hack at each other.
The duel between the leaders of both parties quickly attracted the attention of all the dragonborn. They slowly stopped their own battles and gathered around the site of the duel to cheer for their commander.
It was at this moment that Mary found Poison Witch Endor. A secret conversation happened between the two.
“Is that dragonborn infected with poison?”
“He is… but it seems he used his bloodline powers to suppress the poison.”
“Then do you have any way to trigger the poison? Remember, you have to make it seem as if the poison activated on its own, and not by an external influence.”
“Don’t worry, Lady Mary! Lord Greem once passed me a unique Aggressive Poison rune. It will not be suspicious at all.”
“Very good. Find the best possible opportunity to do it later. We cannot leave the hope of victory in the hands of uncertain fate. Go ahead…”