Chapter 137
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Chapter 137: If There Is a Shape-Shifting Demon Lord Among the Hidden Demon Race
The commander of South Sotua carried his confidence with good reason.
According to the latest intelligence, only one Troll Legion was stationed at Dragonspine Mountain—hardly sufficient to halt the vast forces he commanded.
Moreover, this was the homeland of the dwarves!
The dwarves, having lived here for millennia, knew every ridge, path, and crevice of this terrain far better than the demon race ever could.
Even setting aside the advantage of familiarity, there was one irrefutable factor: the overwhelming power of their high-ranking combatants.
This force, led by the commander himself, boasted four legendary figures:
Two Dwarf Kings.
A great chief of the Orc tribes.
One of the Dwarf Kings even wielded a pseudo-Divine Artifact of Legend Middle Level!
With reinforcements from the elves and Seychelles, the epic combatants among their ranks exceeded double digits.
A typical Demon Legion rarely had more than one legend, along with a handful of epic lieutenants or captains.
Here? They faced a single Troll Legion.
If battle broke out, there would be only two words to describe the outcome:
“Crush them.”
Hearing the South Sotua commander’s confident declaration, the two Dwarf Kings and the Orc chief broke into hearty laughter.
“Ha! If the demon race really set up an ambush with multiple legions, that might pose a challenge!”
“True enough! But even then, it would only slow us down.”
“Hahaha! You dwarves jest too much. The demons lack both the cunning and the nerve for that!”
Their boisterous laughter spread through the ranks, igniting a sense of ease among the soldiers. To them, this battle seemed more like collecting accolades than actual combat.
But their lighthearted atmosphere was abruptly shattered.
“Enemy attack!”
A scout’s cry cut through the air, sending a ripple of tension through the ranks.
“Boom!”
The ground quaked violently as an enormous crustacean beast burst from beneath the mountain path ahead.
From behind the rocks, shadows stirred—Lemures emerged, sinister and ready.
“Abyssal Ground Crabs?! Is this an ambush?”
The commanders’ earlier jesting turned into grim realization.
But if this was an ambush, it was poorly executed. The force was composed of hardened veterans, and within moments, they had shifted into battle formation.
“Hold the line! Don’t break formation!”
“Push forward!”
At the periphery, soldiers clashed with the monsters while rangers and spellcasters targeted the Lemures hiding in the shadows. Chaos engulfed the steep mountain path.
Yet the South Sotua commander remained unshaken.
“Hmph. Just Lemures and monsters?” He scanned the surroundings, his instincts sharp.
“No high-ranking presence,” he murmured. “This isn’t a true ambush.”
Drawing his massive battle axe, he chuckled loudly.
“Hahahaha!”
One of the Dwarf Kings turned to him, puzzled.
“What are you laughing at now, General?”
“I laugh at the demon race’s foolishness! If they had brought a larger force, perhaps their ambush might’ve succeeded. But sending these weaklings to harass us? Absurd! Unless they have legends hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment, they’ve already lost.”
The Dwarf King glanced around and nodded in agreement.
“No legendary presences thus far… they couldn’t possibly hide one among these Lemures.”
“Exactly! Let’s crush these pests and keep moving. Time is of the essence!”
With renewed confidence, the legendary leaders unleashed their power, diving into the fray.
But just as they joined the battle, darkness descended across the battlefield.
A sinister voice echoed from the shadows:
“The Fourth Legion, Phantom Legion, sends you greetings.”
Three overwhelming presences emerged from the shadows.
“The Demon Lord Shadudote!”
One of the Dwarf Kings paled.
“Impossible! I saw you at the front line just earlier!”
A cold, mocking voice replied, “Fool. I am the Demon Lord. That was merely an illusion.”
The grim reality sank in—this was no ordinary ambush.
In addition to Shadudote, another Emperor of Shadow Fiends and the twin-headed troll commander of the Troll Legion stepped forward.
“Lord Lolth’s predictions were impeccable,” Shadudote sneered. “Three of us, four of you. I wouldn’t say we’re bullying you… too much.”
The Holy Alliance leaders exchanged uneasy glances. Their advantage in numbers now felt meaningless.
Shadudote’s shadow realm turned the once-familiar terrain of Dragonspine Mountain into enemy territory.
The Emperor of Shadow Fiends’ strength surged within this domain, while the mutated, dual-headed troll—gifted with extraordinary strength and dual spellcasting—was a terrifying force in close combat.
Though outnumbered, the demon legends had turned the tide.
The South Sotua commander grimly tightened his grip on his axe.
“We’ve been betrayed,” he muttered.
But there was no time for blame.
“We fight! Crush them before reinforcements from Vera Plain arrive, or all is lost!”
With no other option, the Holy Alliance legends raised their weapons, resolve hardening in the face of overwhelming odds.
“Come, demon race! Let’s settle this!”
The narrow pass of Dragonspine Mountain erupted into a battle of unprecedented ferocity—a chaotic clash between seven legends, their fates intertwined with the fate of the war itself.
