The Old Powers' Last Stand

Near Green Scale Nest, a Dragon Worship Cult stronghold at the edge of Ashen Swamp

"They're over there!"

"Quick, find them!"

Hearing the shouts in the distance, Adrian knelt on one knee in the foul-smelling swamp, breathing softly. He drove his arming sword deep into the mud, dark red blood seeping from the dragon-claw scratches on his silver armor.

He hid amid the swamp bushes like this, not daring to make even the slightest sound.

"Lord Adrian, they should be gone," said the Fighter in leather armor beside him, leaning closer and lowering his voice.

Upon hearing this, Adrian first looked around. Only after confirming that no one was nearby did he relax and let out a deep breath.

He drew the dagger at his waist. Flames appeared in his hand, heating the blade until it glowed red, then he gritted his teeth and cut away the poison-infected flesh.

"Hiss—damn it, those reptiles are everywhere!"

The red-hot blade sliced across his arm with a sharp sound, shaving off a large chunk of purple-black flesh.

Adrian casually tossed aside the dagger, spread his fingers, and golden light radiated from his palm, healing the wound that continued to pour blood.

"My lord, I just received word through magic. Our stronghold in Mar Town has been discovered, and the Dragon Worship Cult has occupied everything for dozens of miles around. Where... where should we go?" A mage in tattered robes sighed, despair filling his face.

They were all members of the Second Fadlan Alliance.

Several years ago, King Iloti Aragon had his mind deceived by the Dragon Worship Cult and devoted himself to Tiamat. The Seleucia Kingdom fell into chaos and panic, while the savage, massive shadows of dragons hung over everyone's hearts.

In recent years, the Dragon Worship Cult had become increasingly