Bab 169: Chapter 96: Blizzard

"Those who resist to the end shall die!"

Dolores hoisted the Bloodfire Battle Axe and let out a furious roar.

The trusted aides of the Ducal Mansion were no match for the Goblins Army's assault.

Every swing of Dolores's battle axe carved a blood-red arc through the air, severing multiple bodies at once, blood spraying everywhere.

Archers in the distance aimed to kill the monstrous foe, but the spears wielded by the Goblin Skirmishers produced a clattering noise, emitting wisps of green smoke.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Like the Grim Reaper marking names on a list, every shot from the spears felled an archer—thanks to refined firearms, the Dragon Vein blessings, and the crucible of war, these Goblin Skirmishers had become lethal avatars on small battlefields, able to swiftly and easily annihilate human troops of a hundred soldiers.

Dolores wiped the blood off his face, exhaled white mist, and sneered:

"Let's go capture that ridiculous duke."