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.

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

after he said that, a tall figure exuding a menacing aura materialized before them. He was

none other than Lucas, Dragon of the West,

and his teammates didn't recognize Lucas, but his uniform was obviously the

up

right there.

border, and you're now in Volk. If you come any nearer, we shall fire at you.

Lucas, but his gaze

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

them casually at a

on edge as he warned loudly, "Stop right there, or I shall

I allow you to

and his soldiers rounded their eyes in

quickly regained their composure. Raising their submachine guns, they were

moved

head of the spear glittered

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