The Dwarf Commander looked worn out. His once thick, pitch-dark hair, and beard, became almost white the moment the mechanical puppet appeared. The wrinkles on his face deepened, making him look like he had aged more than a decade in an instant.
"You forced me to this, you forced me to this, …," The Dwarf Commander mumbled to himself, in a trance, clutching his scepter tightly.
"What the hell is this thing?" Song Jian squinted his eyes. The mechanical puppet before him was clad in heavy armor, with intricate magical patterns etched on its surface. These patterns faintly glowed, giving it a mysterious look. The puppet's body constantly emitted rumbling sounds and each step it took made the ground quake. Its footprints were visible on the solid mixed boundary.
"A Level 15 Elite Boss..." Song Jian felt a heavy oppression from the mechanical puppet, similar to when he faced the Imperial Dragon Demon Lord.
