"End of the line!"
The Dragon Scale Cultivator blew away the gunpowder smoke from his barrel, wiped the blood off his face again, and exclaimed rather cheerfully.
By now, the corpses of dwarves had piled high around him, the choking stench of smoke and blood saturating the air atop the battlements, while the surrounding walls were awash in pools of crimson.
In this short span of time, he had already slain nearly a hundred Dwarf Warriors, and similar scenes were unfolding across the Aivendel City Wall.
Derol had deployed over a dozen Dragon Scale Cultivators through the dragon swarm, intending for them to tear through the front lines, drawing fire, while the main force used this opening to scale the walls.
—But the results were far better than he had imagined. These Dragon Scale Cultivators were practically like a dozen bombs thrown into the fray, pulverizing the Dwarf Garrison into chaos.
