Just as Qin Feng and Diablo were conferring in low voices, the distant Obsidian City Gate of the Ancient City suddenly let out a grinding roar of gears. As the heavy gates slowly swung open, a group of Kobolds clad in black armor marched out in formation.
It was plain to see.
These were the elite troops of the Kobolds.
The weapons in their hands were no longer crudely made Black Crystal Short Blades, but a uniform set of Divine Gift weapons gleaming with a cold light. The blades were engraved with Spells that had not been completely worn away.
Scale-like black armor covered all their joints, and a dark red, bloody light seeped from the gaps between the plates. Their defensive strength was actually no less than that of the Withered Leaf Tribe's Black Crystal Armor.
What was even more startling was the figure at the front of the formation.
That Kobold lord, wearing a Twisted Bone Crown, was over three meters tall, and the shadow it cast nearly covered half the city gate.
