Chapter 98: Chance Encounter

The western front of the Eldron Plain.

Blackrock Outpost.

Shattered stones and broken weapons lay scattered everywhere. Blood snaked across the ground like a stream, slowly pooling into a growing slick.

Anton stood in the central clearing of the outpost, his gaze sweeping dispassionately over the field of corpses.

Behind him, a high-blooded Dragonkin officer lay on his back amidst a pile of rubble. A beam of sword light had pierced through the Scale Armor on his chest, revealing what was left of his heart—less than half of it.

On a human, such a fatal wound would have meant an instant, irreversible death.

But the tenacious Life Force of the Dragonkin left him with one final breath. His clouded, slitted pupils were fixed on Anton's back, burning with bone-deep hatred and resentment.

Ten years of silence had made these Dragonkin stationed at the military outposts almost forget the fear the name 'Canglan' once inspired.