Chapter 52: Natural-Born Battlefield Weapon

The plains, ten-odd kilometers north of the Silver Moon Forest.

Leaden-gray clouds hung low like a curtain, crushing the daylight until it was dim and somber.

A frigid wind carrying grit and the stench of blood assaulted them, stinging their cheeks.

By the time Anton and his two companions arrived, the battle had already reached a fever pitch.

A tide of grayish-green Lizard-men swarmed the forest border, their roars shaking the heavens. The Elf Warriors used the trees and a line of thorns as a defensive front, fighting back doggedly. Arrows and Magic erupted amidst the enemy horde, creating bursts of bloody mist.

The air was thick with the potent stench of blood. The ground was so soaked in it that each step was sticky and slick.

Elena was fiercely battling a Dragon Lizard-man, a blur of twin short blades. Her peripheral vision caught three figures streaking from the forest's depths. She took a closer look, and her brow immediately furrowed.

'Anton? What is he doing here?'