He dug his fingers into his shoulder and pinched, pulling out an iron ball that had scorched the flesh.
His physical resilience was incredibly high. The bullets hadn't penetrated his body. Despite taking several consecutive hits, he was only lightly injured.
One even hit his forehead but was stopped by his hard skull. Though he looked a gruesome sight with his face covered in blood, his life was not actually in danger.
'Are they from Monkey Island?' Dreden wondered.
Footsteps echoed from the distance.
A group of people rushed in and immediately dropped to a crouch.
They leveled the black iron tubes in their hands at Dreden and his group.
The black-haired young man who walked in last was likely the group's leader.
"Elite Soldiers!" Dreden was startled when he saw the fine lamellar armor on the Porcupine Soldiers.
'Where did such an elite unit come from?'
The black iron tubes in their hands must have been the strange weapons that had claimed the lives of his men.
