Chapter 116: War (Part 11)
Chapter 116: War (Part 11)
The battle on the right-wing battlefield abruptly ended with the surrender of the nobles, leaving only players pursuing the fleeing soldiers. Meanwhile, on the front battlefield, a fierce fight involving tens of thousands of troops and two colossal beings continued.
"Roar—"
The chimera's three heads roared in unison.
The dragon head breathed scorching flames, knocking down another Eagle Guard in front of it.
"Monster, die!"
Aiden, commander of the First Regiment of the Northwind Eagle Guard, shouted as he thrust his spear into the chimera's goat head.
With a shrill wail, the goat head rose high, spraying fresh blood.
This three-headed beast had already killed over a dozen of his men, and he desperately wanted to kill the chimera, to the point of ignoring the threat from above.
However, just as Aiden thrust his spear, excited shouts and a reverberating dragon roar sounded behind him.
"Noodles, go for a Dragon Roar Charge!"
"Two thousand XP, here I come!"
There was the sound of metal clashing, followed by the faint sound of piercing flesh.
A lance over six meters long directly impaled Aiden, who was still in his spear-thrusting stance, along with his eagle, with terrifying power that even the finest armor couldn't withstand from a dive at such heights.
Aiden, commander of the Northwind Eagle Guard's First Regiment, died at the hands of a player.
The words "You gained 2100 XP" refreshed on Mantou's screen.
"Whoa, just one-shotted an elite!"
Mantou shook off Aiden's body and cheered before ascending with his wyvern once again.
In the command camp, Robert observed the increasingly intense situation, sweat constantly trickling down his forehead, whether from tension or heat.
He wiped his face with a luxurious silk cloth and spoke gravely to the aide beside him: "This cannot go on."
"At this rate, the soldiers won't hold out for much longer."
"We need to break the stalemate."
The aide pondered briefly before asking, "You mean…?"
Robert replied in a low voice, "Go and request Lord Shroud's intervention to support the frontline forces."
The aide was shocked. "But didn't you say that Lord Shroud shouldn't intervene unless the red dragon appears?"
Robert said, "Our only remaining trump card is the Dragon-Slayer Crossbow. If Lord Shroud doesn't support the front lines, I don't know how much longer our army can hold."
His voice paused.
"Aiden has already sacrificed himself."
"Yes, my lord."
The aide understood and quickly nodded, going to request the chief mage's assistance.
Soon, a man in a gray robe arrived at the front line under heavy guard from the allied forces. He was the Gray Hawk of the Arcane Hermitage, and the chief court mage of the Lackman Duchy—Shroud.
The armored general standing beside him respectfully spoke:
"Lord Shroud, this is the situation."
"We hope you can use your magic to support the front-line troops."
Shroud looked at the distant, clawing monsters fighting the allied forces and spoke hoarsely, "The red dragon's flame-spawned kin, huh…"
"Understood."
He gazed at the high ground filled with dragon-blood monsters, narrowing his eyes slightly as he raised his staff.
[Ice Storm]
Instantly, large clusters of icy clouds appeared in the sky. Small ice shards began to fall, gradually forming hail, and then dropping rock-hard ice chunks.
The hail struck the dragon-blooded monsters, not only battering them but also bringing a piercing cold.
"Bang!"
Hail hit a dragon-blooded lizardman, slowing its movements as the formerly scorching dragon blood cooled until it turned into an unmoving ice statue.
Similar scenes continued across the high ground as monsters scrambled to escape, many freezing into statues in their fleeing postures.
These creatures, bearing the blood of the fiery red dragon, would rather die in battle than freeze to death under this spell.
"Damn, it's Ice Storm!"
Unfortunately, Dolo was also caught at the spell's center.
Although he used his Bloodfire Battle Axe to block the falling hail, his movements became increasingly sluggish, his blood growing cold.
Realizing the danger, Dolo roared with all his strength:
"Langpu! Are you dead back there?!"
"There's a spellcaster on the other side!"
"Boom!"
The ground shook violently.
The six-meter-tall dragon-blooded ogre used a flying spell to reach the front line, landing with a tremendous crash.
Though Dolo and he had many disputes, he couldn't let him die here without facing consequences from their master.
With that in mind, Langpu nonchalantly adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and raised his wand, which looked like a toothpick in his hand.
[Wall of Force]
An angled, invisible wall of force appeared above the high ground.
The falling hail was deflected by the wall of force, cascading down onto the allied forces' formation instead.
Instantly, screams erupted from the allied troops, casualties mounting.
Shroud's expression changed dramatically as he quickly cast Shield to block the incoming hail.
The soldiers guarding him weren't as fortunate, either being pelted to death by the hail or frozen into statues.
Shroud retreated to the back of the formation with Misty Step.
Staring at the invisible force wall in mid-air, he muttered, "Damn it, that's Wall of Force. Only Disintegrate can destroy it. They actually have such a high-level spellcaster."
Disintegrate was a sixth-tier spell, and even Shroud was helpless against the force wall.
Meanwhile, on the monster side, Dolo panted heavily, gritting his teeth and "thanking" loudly:
"Langpu, you sure arrived just in time. I nearly froze to death in that spell!"
His tone grew angrier.
"I'm risking my life out here on the front line, and you're nowhere to be seen in the rear!"
Langpu looked down on the hobgoblin disdainfully, his tone calm: "Commander Dolo, consider this—you're leading Nort's most elite troops, and yet you're cornered by mere humans."
Langpu's tone was tinged with mockery.
"You once said you'd crush them easily. Those were your words, so I gave you the chance to perform. But look at you now—why do you need my rescue?"
"Langpu, you…"
As Langpu sneered, Dolo's face flushed with anger, but he had no rebuttal, swallowing his frustration in silence.
Langpu looked out over the battlefield, raising his staff slowly.
"Watch closely. This is what crushing them effortlessly looks like."
[Wall of Fire]
A wall of fire spanning dozens of meters erupted across the battlefield.
Merciless flames consumed the unsuspecting allied soldiers, filling the air with cries of agony.
Meanwhile, bearing the red dragon's bloodline, feared nothing as they surged through the wall of fire, pursuing the hapless, burning enemies.