Elven cultivators

Compared to ordinary dragon-lizard people, the Zogu are exceptionally tall and robust.

He stood nearly three meters tall, his body covered in thick, dark red scales, and his vertical pupils faintly glowed with a golden-red hue, like two suppressed flames.

This is proof that his dragon bloodline is far superior to that of ordinary dragon-lizard people.

Behind Zhuogu were seven or eight dragon lizardmen, each with a deep and abyss-like aura, and their bodies were radiating powerful magical energy. They were clearly elites who had stepped into the gold rank.

His gaze swept over the dwarves who were locked in fierce combat, his golden-red vertical pupils narrowing slightly, forming two dangerous thin lines.

"Tolvin".

Zhuogu's voice traveled clearly across the battlefield, reaching everyone's ears.

"Is Grayrock Fortress intervening in this war to become an enemy of the Molten Thorn Horde?"

Thorvin sneered, "When the Molten Thorn tribe attacked our ore transport convoy two years ago, killing more than a dozen of our people, why didn't you say this then?"

Hagrid, with his volatile temper, immediately launched into a tirade: "Stop talking nonsense, you old crawler! I've had my eye on you bunch of bastards for ages, and today I'm settling all the old scores with you!"

Zhuo Gu's face darkened, and his vertical pupils blazed with murderous intent.

"very good."

"Since Grayrock Fortress wants to start a war, then I'll grant your wish!"

"Once we wipe out the Silvermoon Clan, it'll be your Grayrock Fortress's turn!"

Although it was somewhat unexpected, even with the elves and dwarves joining forces, Drago was confident of victory.

His trump card isn't just the Stoneskin Troll.

The three dwarf elders merely sneered, completely disregarding Zogu's threat.

The Grand Elder stepped forward slowly, a rare stern look appearing on his face: "Zhuogu, it's time to settle the blood feud between the Silver Moon Clan and the Molten Thorn Tribe."

The moment he finished speaking, countless thorns suddenly sprouted from beneath his feet, twisting and growing like living things, lifting him upwards.

Midway through, the thorns rapidly split and expanded, completely enveloping his entire body. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into an eagle made entirely of thorns, sweeping across the battlefield like lightning and swooping down towards Zhuogu at top speed.

Zhuo Gu scoffed, took the battle axe off his back, and with a sudden stomp of his foot, he shot into the sky like a cannonball, crashing into the oncoming thorn giant eagle with a wave of heat.

boom!

The two forces collided heavily in the void, and energy ripples spread outwards like waves, transforming into violent shockwaves that swept across an area of ​​hundreds of meters.

Many elves, dwarves, and lizardmen were thrown to the ground.

The aftershocks of the mere clash were so terrifying that both sides in the vicinity involuntarily retreated and created distance.

At the same time, a group of clan leaders and three dwarf elders also launched their attacks, rushing towards the gold-ranked dragon lizardmen and each finding their own opponent.

In an instant, the center of the battlefield became an arena for gold-level powerhouses. The roar of colliding energy rang out like muffled thunder, and the ground cracked in the aftershocks, with rubble flying everywhere.

Instead of joining the fight, Anton headed straight for the rear of the lizardman army.

A lizardman noticed the lone young elf and roared as it pounced.

Anton remained calm, flicked his finger, and a wisp of five-colored flame flew from his fingertip, striking the lizardman's chest like a shooting star.

boom!

The lizardman instantly transformed into a humanoid torch, flames erupting from the gaps in his scales.

Before it could even scream, it was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a skeleton behind, only a cloud of ash drifting away in the wind.

Anton continued walking, his fingers clicking rapidly.

Strands of the Five Elements True Fire shot out from his fingertips like locusts, landing precisely on the lizardmen around him.

With each roar, a lizardman was transformed into a torch and reduced to ashes.

Wherever he went, he left behind piles of ashes, as if he had trod out a gray path in a desert of death.

The lizardmen retreated in terror, their vertical pupils filled with fear.

Several silver-rank dragon lizardmen exchanged glances and rushed towards Anton in unison, trying to stop the young elf.

Anton continued walking, and suddenly his body burst forth with dazzling five-colored light.

The Five Elements True Fire surged forth from his body, completely enveloping him. The flames swirled across his skin, changing colors from blue to red, from yellow to white to black, rotating in a five-color cycle, as if a celestial being had descended to earth.

The next instant, he transformed into a streak of five-colored light and crashed hard into the charging dragon-lizard man.

The few dragon lizardmen didn't even utter a sound before being instantly reduced to ashes, while Anton continued his momentum, rushing like a meteor towards the rear of the lizardman army.

Wherever it passed, the Five Elements True Fire swept through like a heat wave, burning the lizardmen to ashes.

In just a few breaths, Anton fought his way from the center of the battlefield to the enemy's rear, leaving behind a path of charred, smoking ashes several feet wide.

Hundreds of lizardmen were wiped out.

Even in the midst of fierce battle, the Gold-ranked players on both sides were drawn to this scene.

Cassian and Cedric were alright, as they had already witnessed Anton's methods.

The three dwarf elders were seeing this young elf make a move for the first time, and their faces showed an uncontrollable look of astonishment.

This efficiency in killing enemies is far superior even to that of a Gold-rank spellcaster.

His talent in pharmacology and alchemy is exceptional, but is he also so outstanding in combat?

Compared to their own surprise, the lizardmen were more horrified.

Several gold-tier dragon lizards were anxious and wanted to break away to deal with Anton, but they were held back by their opponents.

Just then, Anton stopped and touched the dimensional bag at his waist.

In an instant, hundreds of golden beans flew out of the dimensional bag, drawing dense golden arcs in the air and falling in all directions like a meteor shower.

Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of golden beans falling to the ground was as dense as rain, and the crisp impact sounds blended together.

The next moment, dazzling golden light burst forth one after another, quickly condensing into humanoid creatures that were three meters tall.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Yellow Turban Warriors appeared behind the lizardman army.

The lizardmen were stunned by this sudden turn of events, staring blankly at the enormous creatures that had appeared out of nowhere, and for a moment they forgot to attack.

The Yellow Turban Warriors wouldn't stand still.

They strode forward with heavy steps, charging fiercely towards the nearest lizardman, raising their golden maces high and slamming them down with a dull thud.

Click!

With one blow, the lizardman's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter everywhere.

Another Yellow Turban Warrior swung his hammer, sending the three-headed lizardman flying at the same time; the cracking sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard.

The lizardmen roared in terror, swinging their weapons and claws at the Yellow Turban Warriors, but those weapons, which could easily pierce leather armor, only left shallow marks on the dark gold armor, unable to cause any real damage.

What is this?

Several gold-tier dragon lizardmen were filled with astonishment and uncertainty upon witnessing this scene.

They had seen many golems, but these large, yellow ones were completely different from the usual golems. They looked more like giant warriors clad in heavy golden armor, with extremely formidable combat power.

When did the Silvermoon Clan hide such a trump card?

The appearance of the Yellow Turban Warriors unsurprisingly threw the lizardman army into disarray at the rear.

Although their numbers are small, each one possesses mid-level silver-rank combat power, making them meat grinders on the battlefield, routing the lizardmen wherever they go.

After releasing the Yellow Turban Warriors, Anton turned and charged toward the Stone-skinned Trolls, beginning to slaughter these massive creatures.

Faced with the Five Elements True Fire, the Stone-Skinned Troll's supposedly tenacious vitality was utterly useless. At most, it could last a few seconds longer than the Lizardman, but in the end, it still turned to ashes.

Caught in a pincer attack, the lizardman army suffered a series of defeats.

The scales of victory are tipping sharply toward the elves and dwarves.

While annihilating the enemy, Anton also kept an eye on the battle between the Grand Elder and Zhuogu.

To avoid affecting their own people, the two tacitly moved away from the center of the battlefield and shifted the fighting to an open area on the west side, where the battle had reached a fever pitch.

A dense red light enveloped Zhuogu's body, and the air around him was distorted by the extreme heat, like water ripples. As his claws and battle axe attacked alternately, they stirred up visible waves of heat, and even the rocks in his path began to turn red and melt.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the Grand Elder remained as steady as a mountain, with countless thorns forming layers of barriers around him, completely neutralizing Zhuogu's attacks.

As he watched the two fight, a strange glint flashed in Anton's eyes.

"Scorching heat and thorns...?"