Chapter 111: art 6)

  The horn of the allied beast s bred, signaling the and.

  "Kill!"

  "Crush them!"

  Dust billowed, and the earth trembled.

  Satyrs pyed their pipes, ing the moo greater frenzy with a magical symphony—a piece ironically taught by a bored pyer bard, "theMass."

  With this grand, stirring melody filling the air, hordes of monstrous creatures charged the human forces—a truly ironic se.

  At the forefront, kobolds and goblins swarmed madly at the shielded "Talons of the Eagle" line.

  Archers behind the shield-bearers unched volley after volley, injuring many of the dragon-blooded beasts before they even closed in.

  Yet more kobolds and goblins pushed onward, trampling over fallen rades, showing no fear and charging forward despite the rain of arrows.

  But even those who reached the shield wall were skewered by spears with ease.

  Uhe relentless assault by kobolds and goblins, three hundred dragon-blooded hobgoblins marched in formation to the beat of drums, advang in stoic silence.

  The triumphant musily drove them further, and even if oo an arrow, aook their pce without hesitation.

  Thankfully, the hobgoblins wore leather armor and were protected by scales, so the losses from arrows were minimal.

  When they were within fifty paces, the hobgoblins halted, raising their long-barreled ons.

  "Fire!"

  Dolo bellowed with fervent rage.

  "Bang!"

  Gunfire roared as acrid smoke covered the battlefield, obsg visibility.

  On the coalition side, the light shields of the shield-bearers were punctured as though made of paper by the powerful bullets. Many soldiers fell, struck through their robes.

  Enhanced with magical modifications by the maist mages, the "Foe-Syer Firearms" packed far more punch than traditional muskets, creating a thick smoke s with each shot.

  With just one volley, over two hundred of the "Talons of the Eagle" had fallen in the first line alone.

  "Tempus above…"

  "How could these creatures form su army?"

  from the rear, Robert muttered in disbelief.

  His view obscured by thick smoke, Robert could not see the hobgoblin musketeers reloading awkwardly, but his battlefield instincts told him that attacks of this magnitude required signifit preparation.

  "Northwind Winged Cavalry, prepare to charge!"

  The messenger quickly reyed the signal to the front lines.

  The winged cavalry donned heavy pte armor, carrying nces with the Gray Eagle banner, with wing-like adors on their backs.

  These wings weren’t merely oral; in a charge, they sliced the air, creating a shrill sound that spooked enemy mounts and struck fear into the enemy’s hearts.

  "They won’t be able to hold against us."

  Robert held firm fiden his cavalry.

  This cavalry had won tless battles, causing eo flee in terror at the sound of their wings.

  "For the Duke—charge!"

  Dust flew, and the ground shook.

  Over four hundred winged cavalry charged across the pin, their wings shrieking as hooves pounded, drumming the earth with thunderous beats.

  "Wind spells!"

  Coalition mages jured gusts, blowing away the smoke.

  As the smoke cleared, however, the cavalry found themselves fag not only the reloading musketeers but also massive nd-drakes.

  "Roar—"

  The nd-drakes bellowed, their footsteps shaking the very ground.

  Looking up at these hulking creatures, the once-fident cavalry now wore expressions of terror.

  Warhorses, experienced as they were, whinnied in fear, some bug and throwing their riders.

  But they were already within thirty paces, too close to stop.

  With no choice but to push forward, they braced themselves.

  "Roar!"

  A nd-drake charged into their formation.

  In mere moments, it crushed several riders beh its cws, leaving mangled remains.

  Many more collided into the beast’s enormous body, their nces pierg its rough skin but failing to go deeper. They could only watch as the t creature barreled through them, plunging them into darkness.

  Uo tain his bloodlust any longer, Dolo himself took to the front.

  Standing three meters tall, the dragon-blooded hobgoblin needed no armor; his bulging muscles were covered in scales that ordinary ons could barely pierce.

  He wielded a five-meter-long battle axe, the "Bloodfire Axe."

  This giant axe, rumored to have taken twelve goblins to haul into camp, became a deadly on in Dolo’s powerful hands.

  The dragon-blooded hobgoblin ure killing mae.

  His eyes burned red, smoke billowed from his nostrils, and he leapt onto a nd-drake with his axe in hand.

  "Roar—"

  "I’ll crush you all!"

  The Bloodfire Axe whistled through the air, cutting down a cavalryman in a siroke.

  And it didhere—the axe’s swing tinued, killing three more, staining it with fresh blood.

  "Yes…just like that."

  Blood spttered across Dolo’s frenzied face. He licked it, sav the taste of iron.

  "Die!"

  He raised the axe high, splitting another rider and horse ly in half.

  Like a meat grinder, he swung his massive axe, sughtering the cavalry with tireless ferocity. The winged cavalry fled like hunted sheep, evading the monstrous figure.

  Meanwhile, the musketeer line had finished reloading and opened fire on the cavalry. Though they weren’t particurly accurate against moving targets, a number of riders were still struck down.

  "Tempus above…"

  "They really are monsters."

  the chaotic battle, Robert’s face grew tense, sweat trig down his brow.

  His prized winged cavalry was no match for these brutal, urained creatures.

  Now, he would have to resider his strategy.

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