Chapter 583
Chapter 583 Glaring
The squads of dragonborn walked through the filthy swamp with no particular organization or order.
All the swamp creatures fled wherever they went, and none of them dared to come within a hundred meters of these dragonborn.
A large swamp alligator was a little too slow in running and entered the dragonborn’s alert zone. Four to five violent elementium fireballs instantly greeted it, blowing it into scattered pieces of meat on the spot.
A native tribe hid in the darkness within the depths of the mist, silently watching this massive army of dragonborn from the shadows. An indescribable hatred filled their eyes, but they could only look on wordlessly. They didn’t dare to get close.
Here was a massive dragonborn army that numbered three hundred. No ordinary dragon lord could come up with such a powerful force, even in Lance.
Thus, when Second Grade Dragon Army Commander Will charged into the Swamp of Sorrows with his ferocious soldiers, everything in their path scattered. No living creature had the courage to appear within their vision, much less stand before their way.
“Sir, we have already lost contact with three groups of scouts. We have not found any communication marks left behind by them along the way. The search parties we sent out have not found them either.” A particularly muscular dragonborn captain jogged toward Commander Will and beat his chest firmly with his fist.
“I expected these people to hide within Stonetalon Mountains and defend that place to the death. Who would’ve known that they would extend their claws into the Swamp of Sorrows? Let us first make camp! We will decide on the next course of action once we figure out the situation at Stonetalon Mountains.” As expected of Fire Dragon Philippa’s most trusted aide, Commander Will was not only an exceptional fighter but possessed a calm and collected mind as well.
Eden sighed silently. He supposed that was all they could do for now.
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The Swamp of Sorrows, inside a hidden camp.
Several adepts of the Crimson Clan had already gathered inside one of the tents and were quietly waiting for news from a distance.
A dozen images with different angles were being projected upon a metal strategic platform in the middle of the tent. The movements of the dragonborn army were completely displayed before the adepts.
The adepts might have all sorts of magical means to spy on the dragonborn, such as Adept’s Eye, Invisible Servant, and Life Sense, but these means all unavoidably released magical flux. That could very easily draw the attention of the dragonborn.
Thus, all the scouting this time was done by Gazlowe’s machines.
Vibration sensors fitted at the bottom of puddles, hidden mechanical eyes embedded in the trees, multi-band sound recorders buried in the mud, and life sensors flying above the mists of the Swamp of Sorrows.
These mechanical constructs all carried a bit of magical aura with them, but it was far weaker than actual spells. If one were to take Lance’s high-magic environment into consideration, even adepts would have a hard time discovering these mechanical constructs if they weren’t very carefully searching with their Spirit.
As such, there was no way the dragonborn could discover these strange objects hidden around them, regardless of how careful and cautious they were being.
Now, it was almost as if a one-way mirror separated both sides of the conflict. The adepts had a perfect grasp of the opponent’s movements, while the dragonborn were still moving about like they were blind, unknowingly walking into a death trap.
“I didn’t think these dragonborn would bring a bunch of Dragon Cultists with them. How about it? Who wants to go draw these Cultists away?” As the temporary leader of the group, Mary had taken on the role of commander.
Standing beside her were the three Blood Knights she had taken into her fold in the Knight’s Plane, along with the old fox Vanlier They had successfully arrived in Lance after transferring from the Goblin Plane.
The battle was nearing, and Greem had stayed in the metal fortress to think of ways to modify the new metal golems. Thus, the only Second Grade adepts that had arrived at this battlefield were Mary and Zacha.
The outsider Dragon Devourer Oliven might have come along, but she remained silent. Under Greem’s suggestion, she had found a thick black robe to cloak herself in completely.
There was no choice. Oliven’s appearance and life aura were too unique. The dragonborn would effortlessly recognize her if she didn’t put on a little disguise.
The ones waiting for orders within the tent were the few First Grade adepts that the Crimson Clan had only recently cultivated: Bug Adept Billis, Deserra, Medusa Dana, and Manticore Charon. Poison Witch Endor, on the other hand, was a representative sent over by Alice’s faction; she couldn’t be considered a core member of the Crimson Clan.