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This dragon descendant has a rather significant background.

The burly man, the mage, and the elf all expressed surprise.

Lu Liu’s acting skills were limited, but he was wrapped in armor from head to toe, so he didn’t need to act. A simple display of surprise would do.

The dragon descendant’s smile broadened.

He continued, “We are not projections, but we’ve just encountered a very rare match pattern… Although this situation is rare, it has happened a few times in history.”

“Sometimes there are two, sometimes three, and in the most extreme case, there were eleven trialists conducting the trial in the same space.”

“Judging from the trial mission, we are collaborators rather than competitors. This is relatively lucky.”

“Of course, for us, passing the trial has never been difficult. What I pursue is a perfect evaluation. Likewise, I believe you also want to strive for a high-level evaluation.”

He turned his gaze to the mage, the burly man, and Lu Liu.

As for the Elven Ranger who had yet to awaken their self-awareness, the weak one, he merely glanced over.

He wanted to establish his own dominance.

He was not wrong. The current trial was indeed in cooperation mode and not in the more brutal adversary or hunt mode. But even in cooperation mode, there’s also competition.

There were five trialists, but who could achieve perfect evaluation?

Naturally, it would be the most outstanding one, the person who takes charge and commands.

“And I am from the great territory of ‘Huoyun City’…”

The dragon descendant was influential, naturally, the burly man and the mage gravitated towards him.

Lu Liu also showed an agreement.

There’s still time and the intelligence is not clear.

Like his Lord, Lu Liu simulated and made several contingency plans in his mind, as for which one to use, it would depend on the scale of the enemy and the upcoming intelligence.

They had yet to meet the enemy.

The dragon descendant proposed to explore Stone Mountain Fortress to gather intelligence. Everyone agreed.

However, the moment they walked out of the tea house, urgent alarm bells rang out, reverberating across the sky above the fortress.

The enemy approached.

The trialists could no longer aimlessly wander and quickly went up the city tower.

In the distance, a vast army appeared within sight under the red smoke, with tightly sealed ranks as far as the eye could see. On closer inspection, one could see that this army was extremely diverse, harboring all kinds of soldiers, or rather, it seemed to mimic the monster wave in reality, one that was overwhelmingly large.

Compared to the monster waves, however, the army that appeared in sight had some form of discipline and wore various types of armor.

It seemed like the army mainly consisted of goblin soldiers.

Compared to the Stone Mountain Fortress’s Army, the attacking army looked more like a miscellaneous brand, but…

There were so many of them, countless in number.

It was visually intimidating and oppressive.

A burly general of the goblins stepped forward.

He was hideous with fangs, terrifyingly grotesque, three to four meters tall, and held two large copper hammers filled with spikes.

“I am General Goblin, weak humans, who dares to challenge me.”

According to the expectations of the trialists, they would naturally rely on the magnificent city wall and various city defense weapons above it to resist the strong enemy.

No matter how powerful this General Goblin, he would not dare to breach the gate alone.

However, the commander of the fortress’s army seemed to frown upon General Goblin’s arrogance and spoke directly:

“Chen San, you go and meet him.”

A officer standing next to the commander promptly accepted the order and leaped off the more than twenty meters high city wall.

Tens of seconds later,

This unremarkable third-order NPC officer was killed by General Goblin with two swings of his hammer.

The trialists: “…”

This officer was of third order but he didn’t show any strong aura, obviously not a match. Was he just sent to be killed?

However, the commander didn’t seem to think he was giving away a free kill but only frowned, “Who can defeat this enemy?”

None of the NPC officers spoke up, but they did not show any fear either.

The commander repeated, “Who can defeat this enemy?”

The trialists didn’t want to respond.

General Goblin was clearly not someone to mess with. Besides, they were obviously the defending party, they could just utilize the advantage of their territory for defense. Why should they single-handedly fight the enemy general?

As soon as they had this thought, a prompting information floated up.

“Notice: Due to no one stepping up to fight, the morale of Stone Mountain Fortress’s Army decreases by 10%.”

“Notice: Morale decline will affect combat power.”

The trialists: “??? ”

The soldiers around them were all carved out of one mold, expressionless, there’s simply no such thing as morale.

But if the trial rules said it exists, then it exists.

The towering burly man raised his huge battle-sword, which was as large as a door, and vigorously leaped off the city wall.

“I’ll give it a go!”

The expression of the dragon descendant youth changed slightly, regretting that he was a step late.

He was wrong.

He wasn’t the real fortress army, but a trialist. He was supposed to do things that could improve the trial evaluation.

And proactively meeting the enemy’s general in battle would naturally increase the trial evaluation.

If he could defeat this general, his perfect evaluation would probably be a sure thing.

Down by the city gate, the burly man charged in, turning into a streak of red afterimage.

He swung his giant sword down.

Charging Slash!

Heavy Chopping!

Sweeping the Army!

He used three skills consecutively, exerting his full combat power. However, the next moment his face drastically changed. The huge sword of the towering burly man was swept back, with his wrists cracked and his arms trembling.

Next moment, the huge copper hammer enlarged in his view.

Boom—

He was smashed into the ground, with his armor caved in, blood seeping out, almost reduced to a mess.

He was out.

On the city wall, the trial officers fell silent.

Especially the dragonkin youth, who regretted a moment ago, was now all sweat.

It was close. He would have been the one to die.