Norton's laughter echoed across the blood-soaked plains as his greatsword pulsed with dark energy. Each swing forced the three opponents to give ground, their coordination strained to the extent.
"Is this the best the three of you can do?" Norton taunted, his eyes gleaming with murderous delight. "Pathetic. I expected to fight warriors… not tired dogs clinging to scraps of courage."
"Oh? What nonsense are you talking about?" Erasmus asked in a teasing tone. "While we are holding you back, our allies have already defeated three Archons. Soon, they will be here, and you will become one of my minions!"
After hearing the Lord of Death's words, Norton's smile disappeared from his face.
Right now, less than a handful remained among the High-Ranking fighters of the Artemian Army.
Roen was currently holding the front lines, while Norton protected the rear.
As for Azoh'Karn, he was unable to break past the three Earth Dragons who were keeping him underground.
