"Who dares trespass into the Dragon Clan's sacred…!"
Before the Dragonblood Attendant could finish his sentence, he was met with the merciless crushing force of the Magitek Tank.
The damage wasn't high, but the insult was catastrophic.
Seven or eight minor mobs, enraged beyond reason, charged forward with swords raised, hacking away at the Magitek Tank in a flurry of futile strikes.
Nightshade laughed heartily. "This is hilarious! I love this kind of dimension-reducing blow from technological superiority!"
Orson and Nightshade plunged into the dungeon as a team, bulldozing through everything in their path with their tank. Firepower rained down wherever they went, blasting mobs into disarray.
These attendants only had HP in the fifty-thousand range, weaker than Dragonblood Guards, yet they were recklessly brave, desperate enough to bite the tank if they could.
"You have discovered the ruins of the Lost Frost Dragon Kingdom."