Salute To The General

Nathan turned to Colin. "Gather the Elite Eight and Eighteen Riders. Tell Fang, Destroyer, and Heptakill to gather their elite troops from the North Army. Tomorrow, we shall head to Volk."

Colin responded, "Yes, Sir!"

Right then, over a dozen soldiers from Volk were patrolling the borders. They were currently resting by the road.

Some were squatting, and some had plopped their butts to the ground. They smoked, replenished themselves with water, and chatted happily.

The topic of their conversation revolved around Lucas, the Eurasian who bit off more than he could chew by leading his elite troops to launch a sneak attack on Isaiah, Volk's God of War. Isaiah ended up wiping his troops out, and Lucas was forced to flee the scene.

The leader of the patrolling team held his water bottle and waved his other hand excitedly. "Lucas managed to escape in time. Otherwise, Isaiah would've chopped his head off. He didn't go past our area when he escaped. Otherwise, if I were to run into him, I would've chopped his head off. The Dragon of the West? Pfft, he's nothing but a caterpillar!

Haha..."

The people living by the borders of Eurasia and Volk spoke similar languages and had similar accents, so they could understand each other.

The leader was boasting to his members when he heard a rustling sound from the bushes not far away.

At once, he grew wary and demanded, "What is that?"

The other Volkian soldiers had their guard up, too. It was normal to run into wild boars here, but there would be drug dealers and illegal migrants occasionally.

The leader grabbed his sub-machine gun and stared ahead intently. "Who is it? Show yourself! Otherwise, we shall fire our guns!"

Right after he said that, a tall figure exuding a menacing aura materialized before them. He was wearing military boots and holding a spear.

The man was none other than Lucas, Dragon of the West, who had sneaked into Volk to avenge his comrades.

The leader and his teammates didn't recognize Lucas, but his uniform was obviously the Eurasian military uniform.

At once, they tensed up and raised their sub-machine guns.

"Stand right there. You've crossed

the border, and you're now in Volk. If you come any nearer, we shall fire at you. How many men do you have with you? You'd better stop right here instead of taking action."

The leader was warning Lucas, but his gaze traveled to the jungle behind Lucas.

Lucas was clad in a military uniform,

so he suspected there were countless Eurasian soldiers behind him. As a result, he dared not fire any shots or take any action recklessly.

Lucas strode over to them casually at a constant pace.

The leader was on edge as he warned loudly, "Stop right there, or I shall fire at you now!"Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Lucas said calmly, "Did I allow you to block my path?"

Hearing that, the leader and his soldiers rounded their eyes in shock.

They quickly regained their composure. Raising their submachine guns, they were about to pull the triggers.

Right then, Lucas moved as swift as lightning.

The sharp head of the spear glittered brightly as he took action.

Poof!

The leader had just released the safety pin when Lucas' spear pierced through his throat. He immediately froze in his tracks.

After slicing the leader's head off,

Lucas moved swiftly to wipe the rest

out. A Role appeared on the chest of every Volkian soldier as theyo

dropped to the ground, dead.

Lucas had wiped them out easily. He didn't stop and continued marching forward.

No one could stop him from avenging his soldiers.

I wonder how many Eight-Nation Alliance fighters I can kill?