First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

"General, I'm late." Anaka jumped to his side and knelt on one knee to apologize.

"Ah, don't worry about it." Aatrox's phantom stood beside Aatrox, also looking quite pleased. "It's been so long since I've killed anyone, I almost forgot how much this body craves flesh and blood. Bathing in blood is like a hot spring bath that only the upper-class nobles could enjoy during the Empire's heyday!"

"Troll flesh and blood are far inferior to the refined blood of that kid who knows blood magic, and even less than that of an ordinary human, but this amount is enough to quickly recover even if I were bombed by a world rune, haha ​​...

Ato rolled his eyes and said, "You're too cocky, old man. You even used world runes to blast things. Although you won't die, it will still hurt, and it wastes a lot of your blood energy. One use will deplete your blood energy and put you in a weakened state."

“Just saying.” Aatrox’s expression turned serious. “I will only be hit by a rune explosion once in my life, when there are five runes, the power of which is enough to annihilate all my consciousness.”

Anaka felt a little uncomfortable listening to this, and then said, "General, do you need me to help General Tarosh?"

“Go ahead,” Aatrox nodded. “It’s been a while since you’ve fought. Let me see how well you’ve preserved your strength, but be careful not to get caught in the crossfire.”

Anaka accepted the order and jumped into the area on the other side where the trolls were relatively densely packed to begin the fight.

At this moment, half of the troll horde had been wiped out by the electric fan.

Anaka is seven or eight meters tall, about the same size as a troll. Her fighting style is similar to Tarosh's; she is energetic and has inexhaustible strength.

The Darkin spear is incredibly sharp and covered in barbs; even a mere scratch will leave a bloody hole.

Trolls and Darkin are not on the same level. When there is no difference in size, a battle at the same size is an even more one-sided massacre.

Even with ten trolls charging together, they couldn't stop Anaka's charge. With a single swing of her arm, she sent the enemy flying, embedding it deep into the stone wall.

The Darkin spear swung nimbly in his hand, accompanied by a fierce battle cry, piercing through the three-headed troll's body in an instant. He flung the corpse toward Ator, raised his hand to block the incoming fangs, and with a slight shake, shattered them all.

Trolls have no other weapons, only their fists and fangs, so hitting a Darkin is no different from a human being bitten by a mosquito.

No, maybe it's not that itchy.

Anaka leaped into the air, her claw-like feet gripping the shoulders of a troll, her spear piercing the heavens. She quickly used the momentum to jump onto another troll, reaping lives with lightning speed, no slower than the electric fan next door.

"Do you know what her former title was?" Aatrox asked with great satisfaction, "The Wild Goddess of War."

"A very fitting assessment." Ato clicked his tongue. This was the first time he had seen Anaka fight, and she had an even more ruthless style than Riven.

One minute after the second Darkin joined the battle, only Anaka's relatively intact corpse and Riven's minced meat remained in the dungeon.

Wait, judging from the results, it seems like Riven's is a bit wilder?

The red light of the demonic sword intensified, accelerating the process of transforming flesh and blood into vital energy.

Anaka walked over, covered in blood, and bowed her head, saying, "General, I have fulfilled my mission."

Aatrox laughed and said, "You're as brave as ever. You've worked hard."

The demonic sword released a wisp of energy, enveloping Anaka and absorbing all the pieces of flesh and blood that had gotten on her.

Anaka was stunned for a moment, then her face turned bright red, and a puff of white smoke burst from her head. As if she had lost all her strength, she gradually collapsed to the ground.

"Heh...heh heh...thank you for the hospitality, General..."

"What's wrong with her?" Atto asked, puzzled.

Aatrox was equally puzzled: "I don't know, did we run out of stamina? That shouldn't be the case..."

Stellatu suddenly emerged from his sword sheath, and said aggrievedly, "General, how could you... you already have me!"

This time it was Aatrox's turn to be stunned: "I was just helping her clean up the blood..."

Stellatu said with shame, "To us, that behavior was nothing more than you licking our bodies all over..."

Aatrox and Ator were greatly shocked.

This is absolutely outrageous!

So even the Darkin can't understand their thought process anymore? What kind of genius could come to this conclusion?!

It turns out that Anaka fainted from excitement. Only she could understand Stellatu. Perhaps Zolani felt the same way about this matter.

After Stellatu finished speaking, she returned to her sword sheath. She didn't have the courage to ask the general to do the same thing to her.

That's too early!

“These female Darkin are really…” Aatrox chuckled to himself, and even he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed this time.

"Why is there still wind... Wait, Riven, are you still spinning?"

The electric fans in the distance showed no sign of stopping.

"Help...help..." Riven's voice could be faintly heard in the wind.

Without hesitation, Ator transformed into a flesh and blood giant over ten meters tall, preparing to grab the fan blades with his bare hands and forcibly stop the fan.

Regardless, that was an attack of Darkin level, and it should not be underestimated.

Atto went to the electric fan, adjusted his center of gravity, and tried to put his two big hands inside.

He concentrated his blood and qi in his hands and brought them infinitely close to the most solid object in the world. The moment they made contact, a piercing sound was produced, but only shallow scratches were left on his hands.

Attack seized the opportunity and, together with Riven, grabbed the handle of the Darkin Halberd, spinning around to slow the rotation until it stopped.

"I never want to use this move again!" Riven was breathing heavily, but she could still barely stand after spinning for so long. The physical abilities of the Darkin were terrifying.

"You're being too reckless," Atto said helplessly.

Riven stuck out her tongue: "I learned it from an opponent. When we were surrounded, he used this move to kill more than a dozen of our soldiers. Of course, he's an ally now."

"Don't use it anymore since I won't be around anymore."

After a brief warning, Ator absorbed the remaining troll corpses into the magic sword without wasting any.

The harvest was so plentiful that it was enough to rebuild the bodies of all the Darkin in the sword sheath, but they said that maintaining the status quo would make it easier for them to serve the general. Otherwise, how could they follow the general with their huge bodies?

Aatrox was deeply moved.

The only one who wasn't directly under the general's command was Verus, simply because he was too comfortable in the scabbard and had no desire to get out.

Helpless, Ato could only share some of his blood energy with Tarosh to further increase Riven's combat power.

When Lissandra stepped out of the teleportation array and returned to her cell to check on the situation, Anaka had almost recovered and thankfully hadn't embarrassed the Great General in front of outsiders.

Looking at the empty cell, Lissandra couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. Apart from a few sections of the rock wall being damaged in the battle, not a single drop of blood was left.

"We'll include a cleaning service, so you won't need to call anyone. How about it, shouldn't you pay me a little something?" Atto said with a smile.

"Don't think I don't know the nature of the Darkin." Lissandra wasn't fooled. "Essentially, I'm the one who suffers the loss, while you benefit. The troll flesh and blood tasted good, didn't it?"