After a period of trimming, the soldiers of the Steel Leaf Tribe gathered again. This time, with full of anger and hatred, they were ready to launch a counterattack on the homes of the war lizards.

Every warrior of the Steel Leaf Tribe was wearing simple breastplate forged with steel, holding a shield made of steel and a sharp spear in his hands. It seemed that the configuration of spears and shields seemed to be very practical in the previous encounter with the War Lizards, so Geralt asked everyone to change into the same equipment.

Not only that, he also asked Aiber to conduct some simple military training for these soldiers. Although the time was short and there was not much content, at least at this time the soldiers of the Steel Leaf Tribe were able to skillfully use the weapons in their hands and keep a neat queue when marching.

Of course, although the spear and shield were replaced, the traditional tomahawk of the Steel Leaf Tribe still hangs around the waist of every warrior, and when needed, it acts as a second weapon.

Looking at the neat queue in front of him, Geralt couldn't help but feel happy. Every point of growth in the Steel Leaf Tribe made him feel that his revenge for the Elf Empire was closer. Although it had never been shown on his face, Geralt always remembered the hatred that his father was killed by the elves in his heart. It was just that the burden of survival and death of the entire tribe was pressed on his shoulders, making him unable to avenge the Elf Empire.

But Ebert's appearance gave Geralt hope. He believed that with Ebert's help, human beings will eventually raise the sharp blade of revenge towards the Elf Empire.

Thinking of this, Geralt's eyes turned to the war puppet who was walking with the warriors of the Steel Leaf Tribe. He couldn't help but be amazed at the greatness of magic, which could actually create such a huge steel creation. He couldn't help but ask Abel, "Mr. Abel, what is this on you? It looks like a...scorpion?"

At this time, Abel was wrapped in a layer of armor, looking like a warrior and more like a mage, but this was not the point that attracted Geralt's attention, because behind Abel was a huge metal body, which looked like a scorpion whose head had been cut off, and Abel happened to be stuck in its head, looking like a scorpion man.

The six long metal legs were supported on the ground, and the speed of progress was not only rapid, but also very stable. While supporting the huge metal body, Abel did not need to walk with his feet.

Two giant metal pliers blocked Eber, both as protection and weapon, while a long iron tail stood up high, pointing directly in front of him with a cold light, looking dangerous and deadly. At least Geralt would never want to be stuck by this thing.

"You said this?" Abel moved the four robotic arms connected to his back. He was a little uncomfortable with the feeling of four more hands, so he said to Geralt: "This is a set of magical mechanical armor. Of course, you can also understand it as a special kind of magic puppet. Because mages are usually not good at melee combat, someone invented this, which has to be said to be quite practical."

As Abel said this, he flipped the book held by one of the robotic arms, and the other handed the kettle to his mouth, and even another robotic arm stretched out the parasol on his head.

Looking at Eber's style, Geralt had to admit that this thing is indeed very practical, but he would never think that this is the full function of this so-called "magic mechanical armor". At least the four heavy swords fixed on the metal giant scorpion and the last mechanical arm that always holds one of the swords are enough to show what this thing is used for.

"Mr. Aber, do you really want to participate in the final battle against the God of the War Lizard? This is really too dangerous. I don't think you need to participate in it yourself. I promise you that I will kill him." Geralt put down his attention to the Magic Mechanical Armor and still wanted to persuade Aber to give up the idea of ​​joining the war in person.

However, Eber shook his head and continued to read the book while explaining to Geralt: "To complete the sacrifice and reverse summoning of Laugzde, I must preside over the magic circle myself, and in this case I cannot stay out of it."

"But this is really too dangerous. If something happens to you, it will be more than worth it!" Geralt now knows about Abel's strength. Although he is a mage Abel who has unimaginable knowledge and powerful magic, he is still just an ordinary half-elf. Although he can tie Drew with the help of magic, he is still not worth mentioning compared to the legend.

"Don't worry, Captain Geralt, I won't joke about my life. It's you and Belfast who need to face Laugzde's attack. As long as you can block his attack, I'm not in danger." At this point, Eber looked at Geralt and looked straight into his eyes: "Besides, if I don't perform reverse summoning, who can you ask to summon that guy to this world? You must know that once the reverse summoning begins, it's equivalent to marking my existence in Laugzde's eyes. No matter where I hide, it's useless. It's precisely for this reason that I have prepared this set of magical mechanical armor."

Seeing Abel say this, Geralt looked helplessly at Belfast walking beside Abel, but the captain maid always takes Abel's will as the first premise and will not oppose Abel's decision in this way.

Geralt felt helpless and could only shake his head, making up his mind to protect Abel's safety even if he gave up the killing of Laugzde.

While Geralt was thinking about this, the soldiers of the Steel Leaf Tribe finally arrived before the rift that appeared due to the earthquake.

There were some traces left by the war lizards around the rift. It seemed that they had been stationed here, but for some reason, they had already withdrawn.

Looking at the bottomlessness, as if a big crack that swallowed everything, the soldiers of the Steel Leaf Tribe were also afraid at this time. Darkness and unknown are often the source of fear. Facing the dark crack in front of them, it is not too strange to feel scared and retreat.

"Light the torch." Faced with this situation, Geralt was naturally prepared. With his instructions, the soldiers of the Steel Leaf Tribe lit the torch one after another, illuminating the darkness in front of him and gradually calmed down.

After Abel controlled the robot arm to put away the parasol, took out another lantern, he said to Geralt: "Let's go down." As he said that, he controlled the six long legs of the Magic Mechanical Armor and climbed down towards the crack.
Chapter completed!