Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 462: 450 Righteous Backstab_1

Chapter 462: 450 Righteous Backstab_1
Mel City was beyond salvation.

Neither the quality nor the quantity of the defenders could match the combined forces of the monsters and the Nord people.

Kamela knew this from the beginning, but he didn’t expect Mel City to fall so quickly.

At the same time, he never thought that he would be on the verge of death at the hands of a goblin due to his own arrogance.

At this moment, Duke Carmela was covering the wound on his waist, gasping heavily. At first, he didn’t take this wound seriously.

Even though he was poisoned, after all, he was a legendary powerhouse, and ordinary toxins usually had little effect on him.

But soon he noticed something: the wound on his waist was just a little more severe than a superficial injury.

But now, that peculiar tingling sensation had already begun to spread throughout his body.

The potency and speed of this toxin were indeed astonishing, which reminded Carmela of the name that Gaz had mentioned earlier.

Silver Dragon Lord, he had heard of this title.

If he remembered correctly, it should refer to a silver dragon that had recently gained fame residing in Nolan Forest.

But he had never heard that this silver dragon was also a terrifying venomous dragon.

Gaz the goblin watched the events unfolding on the city walls and below with great interest. Then he turned to Kamela and said thoughtfully, “I believe you understand by now that you have no chance of victory.

Hmm, perhaps I should be more specific. This not only refers to this small border city but also the entire Felkorde Empire.

You seem to have some talent. The great Silver Dragon Lord is very merciful. As long as you offer your complete loyalty to him, I believe you will have a place in the Land of the Soaring Dragon.”

“Hahaha…”

A goblin trying to persuade him to surrender?

Kamela laughed mockingly, but this time he was mocking himself.

“Want my loyalty?”

Kamela held his sword and sneered, “It’s simple. Just exchange it for the ugly head of that Silver Dragon!”

“You’re asking for death!”

Gaz’s face turned furious. Kamela’s words meant that he had severed his own path of retreat.

Now, Gaz wouldn’t give Kamela any chance.

Even though he was a legendary swordsman, with his current condition, Kamela couldn’t possibly be Gaz’s opponent.

Understanding this deeply, Gaz crouched slightly, and the pair of dragon wings on his back began to flap rapidly.

With a sudden burst of energy, he stomped the hard city wall bricks into a deep pit, while Gaz himself charged at Kamela like lightning with his long blade in hand.

Gaz didn’t hold back this time. This attack aimed directly at Kamela’s vital points.

However, to Gaz’s surprise, Kamela, who looked like he was on his last legs, had suddenly burst forth with astounding strength.

Kamela had accurately deflected the strike, which should have been decisive.

Then, the two engaged in a rapid close-quarters battle, the sound of clashing metal and sparks flying. After a while, both sides retreated, injured, to adjust their positions.

At this point, Gaz looked at Kamela with a serious expression, ignoring his own injuries, as they were merely superficial.

Slowly, Gaz’s gaze shifted to his long blade, which had numerous notches from following him through countless battlefields.

It seemed that Kamela’s elegant sword was not ordinary. If Gaz’s blade had been a regular long blade, it would have been broken by now.

However, what Gaz was more curious and concerned about was how Duke Kamela could still be so powerful at this moment.

Gaz squinted at Duke Kamela and quickly noticed some crimson mist seeping out from the battlefield and drifting towards Kamela.

This mist looked similar to the Berserker’s technique but was absolutely different.

The mist greatly enhanced Duke Kamela’s strength and seemed to alleviate the impact of the poison on him as much as possible.

The source of this mist was the gruesomely mangled corpses.

As the mist strengthened Duke Kamela, it also imperceptibly exerted immense pressure on Gaz.

Despite the additional injuries, the corner of Carmela’s mouth was slightly upturned.

He looked at Gaz, his expression longing, “The God of War will look after his faithful servants. Perhaps Mel City is doomed, but you must pay a price for it!”

This price would inevitably include the life of this goblin!

The fall of Mel City was inevitable, and all Kamela could do now was try to relieve the Empire’s pressure as much as possible.

For example, by taking down this troublesome Goblin and then killing as many monsters as possible.

*Hu hu…*

Kamela’s chest heaved up and down, and at this point, his previous elegance was completely gone.

In order to maintain his current state, his heart was on the verge of collapse.

While the mist enhanced his strength, it also became a burden on him. It wouldn’t be long before it disintegrated him and left no trace behind.

Therefore, he had to fight quickly.

“Ahh!”

Large amounts of mist wrapped around Kamela like red ribbons, while his muscles swelled up like balloons.

The magnificent armor he wore soon reached its limit and exploded outward like an over-inflated tin can.

Gaz stood across from Kamela, frowning at him. His opponent was now swollen like a lump of flesh, looking incredibly ugly but also giving off an intense pressure.

Gaz swallowed with difficulty. Kamela was a veteran swordsman with unfathomable strength.

At first, he had only gained the upper hand by cunningly using poison. But now that Kamela had reacted like this, his pressure increased greatly.

However, Gaz soon relaxed, even sneering and gesturing at Kamela with a hooked finger.

“???!”

Kamela was shocked at first, then rage clouded his mind at the sight of the goblin. The mockery was highly effective!

“I’ll cut you into pieces!”

Wielding his sword, Kamela swung a few flourishes and prepared to charge forward to put an end to this damned goblin.

But before he took a few steps forward, he saw Gaz inexplicably tilt his head to one side, and a delicate, lightning-charged lance grazed his scalp and embedded itself in the wall behind him.

From this angle…

Witnessing this, Kamela sensed that something was wrong. When he looked down, he saw that a hole the size of a frying pan had been blasted through his chest.

And behind him, Angelina, who had just performed a righteous backstab, nodded at Gaz in acknowledgment.