Chapter 1006 - Frost Giant Army
Chapter 1006 Frost Giant Army
Alice quickly locked down the news of Greem’s successful return to the World of Adepts.
When Mary finally saw the returning Greem on the fifth level of Fire Throne, she instantly lunged and bit him viciously, just to let out all her pent-out frustration from the years of being beaten down by the Fabres Clan. However, her little tantrum turned into a ‘naked brawl’ which ultimately ended in a difficult but definite victory for Greem!
Since Greem had directly teleported to the top level of Fire Throne through the Tower of Fate, no more than five people in the clan even knew about his return.
Ever since she advanced to Third Grade, Mary had always believed herself to be Greem’s equal in various aspects. She thought that she would have no trouble leading the clan alone. However, after this period as the head of the clan, she fully understood the difficulties of a clan leader.
If you put all the Fourth Grade adepts of Zhentarim together, there would be a minimum of eleven or twelve of them. Each of these Fourth Grade adepts had founded their own clan or organization. However, if one were to make a proper count, they would discover that there were only five clans in Zhentarim that could be considered large-sized.
Why was this the case? The only reason was that developing and strengthening a clan would tie up far, far too much of an adept’s effort!
Many adepts’ intentions in establishing a clan were either to make a shelter for their blood descendants, or in hopes of making it easier to collect rare resources and magical items. They were not willing to spend too much effort and time on things other than the arcane. That was why establishing a large clan in the competitive central region of the continent was so immensely difficult.
However, the Crimson Clan was not to be outdone.
Loud steam whistled as the four hundred-strong Brutalblood Army of goblin machinist-sorcerers rushed into battle.
Compared to the bland and simple attack patterns of the magical machines, the machinist-sorcerers attacked by all sorts of means and with all kinds of weapons, making it a feast for the eyes.
The magic energy rifles equipped on the front of their machines unleashed magical energy beams of various colors, while the magic energy cannons equipped on their shoulders let out artillery fire without stopping as they marched forward. Alchemical flame of surprising temperature shot out of their outstretched arms, extending for dozens of meters and burning viciously.
A small platform on the back of the machines was also consistently throwing alchemical bombs and self-destructing devices to every corner of the battlefield.
A goblin machinist-sorcerer was practically a moving arsenal. They rumbled as they advanced, all while steadily opening fire at every moving enemy around them.
That heavy rain of bullets, that ferocious firepower, and that unstoppable aura of dominance instantly uplifted the sinking morale of the Crimson forces.