Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 460: 448 Poisoned Blade_1

Chapter 460: 448 Poisoned Blade_1

With a large number of monsters climbing up the city walls using grappling hooks, Carmela had no choice but to mobilize most of the city’s defenders to deal with their relentless attacks.

However, this greatly weakened Mel City’s anti-air defenses, and most of Carmela’s attention was focused on the swarms of monsters scaling the walls.

Seizing this opportunity, Chimera and the Wyverns returned to the skies above Mel City.

At this point, the only remaining threat to them were the war machines.

With the absence of a rain of arrows and Duke Carmela’s special attention, the flying monsters found their survival environment greatly improved.

And this time, accompanying Chimera and the Wyverns were Giant Eagles, Roc birds, and various other large flying creatures.

However, this time they were carrying not Black Iron Bombs, but instead terrifyingly strong and fearsome Ogres and Trolls, the heavy infantry.

“Boom… boom…”

The sound of heavy objects crashing to the ground echoed again, but this time instead of black round balls creating deep craters, it was heavily-armored giants.

“Roar!”

Ogres and Trolls wielding maces and battleaxes sneered at the bewildered Mel City defenders.

Among them was a gigantic Dragonborn Ogre with blue-green-silver tricolored scales, shouldering a tree-like staff, wreaking havoc within the encirclement of Mel City’s defenders.

At the same time, a Dragonborn Troll covered in multiple arms, crawling on the ground like a giant spider, filled countless Mel City defenders with despair and horror.

With the addition of these unreasonable fellows, the entire battle began to tip heavily in one direction.

Seeing the situation, a worried Carmela immediately chopped down two Bearmen beside him and tried to deal with the two rampaging hero units.

Yet, before he could move, Carmela found himself blocked by an unusually strong Goblin.

“You want to leave?”

Gaz, who had just climbed up the city walls, immediately rushed to face Carmela. He looked at the flustered Carmela and brandished his blade towards the Duke.

He then sneered, “First, you have to step over my corpse!”

Although Gaz’s words sounded intimidating, the look on Carmela’s face was filled with disbelief.

When had it come to the point where even a Goblin dared to arrogantly stand before him?

Although this Goblin appeared incredibly strong and somewhat unique, a Goblin is just a Goblin, right?

Normally, even breathing the same air as such a lowly creature in the vicinity would make Carmela feel humiliated, and killing one would make him feel as if he had dirtied his hands.

So usually, Duke Carmela would have his guards or subordinates dispose of these dirty and lowly creatures.

In this urgent situation, though, Carmela had to kill this ignorant Goblin as quickly as possible, even if he was extremely reluctant.

With that in mind, Carmela didn’t pay much attention to Gaz. He was focused on quickly eliminating the tricolored Ogre that was causing carnage, and then killing the foolish and lowly Goblin as an afterthought.

In other words, at this point, Carmela didn’t take Gaz seriously at all.

From start to finish, he had never given Gaz a proper look, and Gaz took notice of it.

Witnessing this, Gaz’s expression turned cold as steel. His silver dragon scales spread across his body, his sharp dragon horns swelled and grew on his forehead.

A pair of dragon wings burst from his back, tearing through his armor, and Gaz’s size and muscle mass rapidly expanded as well.

By the time Carmela finally noticed something was off, Gaz’s long blade was just a hair’s breadth from his neck.

In an instant, Carmela’s hairs stood on end, his spine felt an icy chill, his pupils contracted violently, and his face involuntarily showed a look of panic.

At this moment, he finally realized there was something extraordinary about this Goblin.

Damn, when did ordinary Goblins suddenly grow dragon horns and wings?

In a frenzy, Carmela quickly shifted his body and desperately blocked Gaz’s blade with his own.

It has to be said, as a veteran Sword Master, Carmela still had some skills.

Even in this almost inescapable situation, he found a glimmer of hope for himself.

“Bang!”

The sound of metal clashing echoed as Carmela’s sword collided with Gaz’s blade. Sparks flew, and he successfully altered the trajectory of Gaz’s attack.

Unfortunately, although his timely reactions bought him a chance at life, they couldn’t help him escape unscathed.

“Hmm…”

Carmela gritted his teeth and stifled a groan. A blade flash later, a deep, bloody gash marked his waist.

Clutching the wound on his waist, Carmela looked at Gaz with a grave expression, then sneered, “It seems I’ve underestimated you. I never thought I’d see a Goblin reach the level of a Legend!

But from your current state, it’s clear that you didn’t reach this point today through your own talent alone.

Outside help can elevate you to the level of a Legend, but it can’t help you stand firm at this level!

Next, I’ll let you truly experience the power of a real legendary fighter!”

“Is that all you wanted to say?”

Gaz raised his long blade, glanced at Carmela along the edge of the blade, and responded indifferently, “From the beginning, you’ve already lost.

I’m a lowly and despicable Goblin, and I’ve always known this fact.

At the same time, I know so much more!

For those with limited talents, in order to achieve success, sometimes, in addition to putting in more effort than ordinary people, one may have to resort to shortcuts and cunning.”

At that moment, Gaz’s gaze at Carmela seemed like he was looking at a dead man. Smirking, he lightly touched his blade and continued, “This is a poisoned blade, and the poison is deadly.

Would you like me to introduce you to the source of this deadly poison? It’s none other than the future supreme ruler of the entire continent, the great Silver Dragon Lord!”

“You’ve applied poison to your blade?”

Carmela stared incredulously at Gaz, while also discovering the feeling of numbness from the wound on his waist.

A legendary fighter shamelessly applying poison to his weapon?

For a moment, Carmela, who had always been at the top, struggled to understand this, while Gaz seemed to have seen through his confusion.

Subsequently, the Dragonborn Goblin scoffed, “I’m a humble and despicable Goblin, aren’t I? What’s so surprising about me doing something like this…”