Ashen Dragon

The leaders of the Family Members issued orders, and the heavy sound of horns echoed.

"Kill!"

"Crush them!"

Smoke and dust billowed, and the ground trembled.

The Half-Goat People played the pan flute, performing a magical suite that made the monsters even more frenzied, but this tune was ironically taught to them by a bored Bard player, "the Mass."

Under this majestic, soul-stirring melody, a horde of clawing monsters charged at the humans, creating an ironic contrast.

The Kobolds and Goblin Legion at the front swarmed in a frantic attack on the "Claw of the Male Eagle" Spear and Shield Soldiers' defense line.

From behind the Spear and Shield Soldiers, hundreds of archers released volley after volley of arrows, causing casualties among the Dragon Vein Monsters before they could reach the line.

But the Kobolds and Goblins behind them marched on without hesitation, even stepping over the bodies of their fallen comrades, showing a fearless advance that arrows could not deter.

Even when they reached the front of the Spear and Shield Soldiers, they were easily slain by spears.

However, under the cover of life-sacrificing Kobolds and Goblins, the three hundred-strong Goblin Infantry Brigade, composed of Dragon Vein Great Goblins, moved forward in orderly steps to the beat of the drums.

Even with the high-spirited music, if a Great Goblin fell to an enemy's arrow, another would step in to fill the gap without hesitation.

Fortunately, most Great Goblins wore leather armor and were often protected by scales, so ordinary arrows couldn't easily kill them, resulting in minimal losses during the advance.

When they were just fifty paces away from the Spear and Shield Soldiers, the Great Goblins halted and shouldered their spears.

"Fire!"

Dolores let out a frenzied roar.

"Boom!"

With a roar of gunfire, acrid smoke enveloped the battlefield, obscuring visibility.

On the Allied Forces' side, the Spear and Shield Soldiers' thin shields were pierced by the powerful bullets, as if made of paper, and many soldiers in robes behind them were also hit, falling backwards.

The "Breaker of Enemies," magically modified by the Mechanic Mages, was far more powerful than historical smoothbore guns, and each shot produced a thick layer of smoke.

Just from this volley, the front line of "Claw of the Male Eagle" saw over two hundred Spear and Shield Soldiers dead or injured.

"Tampas above..."

"How do these monsters form such an army,"

Robert muttered in disbelief as he observed the situation from the rear.

His view was blocked by the thick smoke, unable to see the clumsy reloading of the Goblin Infantry Brigade, but his battlefield experience led him to infer: This level of attack likely required extensive preparation time.

"Northwind Winged Cavalry, prepare to charge!"

The messengers quickly relayed the signal to the front lines.

The Winged Cavalry, clad in heavy plate armor, held lances adorned with Grey Hawk banners, and had wing-like ornaments spread behind them.

These winged ornaments were not merely decorative; during a charge, the wings sliced through the air, producing a piercing whistle that spooked enemy horses and exerted significant psychological pressure on the foe.

"They can't be stopped,"

Robert had great confidence in his cavalry.

This cavalry, having fought countless battles, had seen numerous enemies flee in panic under the whistle of the wings, heading towards defeat.

"For His Grace, charge!"

Smoke and dust billowed, and the ground quaked.

Over four hundred Winged Cavalry galloped across the flat wasteland, the whistles from their winged ornaments shrieking, their hooves thudded heavily on the ground.

"Wind Making Spell!"

The spellcasters of the Allied Forces conjured gusts of wind to disperse the smoke.

Yet, as the smoke slowly cleared, the cavalry faced not only the reloading Infantry Brigade but also the mountain-like Land Dragon Beasts. Your next chapter awaits on My Virtual Library Empire

"Roar——"

The Land Dragon Beasts bellowed, their steps making the ground tremble.

Under the shadow of these colossal creatures, the Winged Cavalry looked up in bewilderment, their once determined faces now showing fear.

The seasoned warhorses too instinctively neighed in terror, some throwing their knights off.

But now, within thirty paces, they couldn't stop.

They had no choice but to charge forward with gritted teeth.

"Roar!"

With a roar, a Land Dragon Beast plunged into the close formation of charging cavalry.

In a single encounter, several knights were crushed under its claws, reduced to a bloody pulp.

Many more knights crashed into the enormous body, their lances, even if they pierced the rough and thick skin of the beast, couldn't penetrate deeply. They could only watch as the colossal creature collided, plunging them into darkness.

Dolores could no longer suppress his bloodlust and personally came to the front line.

This Dragon Vein Great Goblin stood three meters tall, unarmored, yet his muscle-bound body was covered in hard scales, impervious to ordinary weapons.

In his hands was a five-meter-long heavy Great Axe—the "Bloodfire Battle Axe."

This long-handled battle axe, with a rough blade stained with old blood, was said to have required twelve Goblins to laboriously transport it to the camp when first made. But the Dragon Vein's immense strength allowed Dolores to wield it effortlessly.

Now, the Dragon Vein Great Goblin was a pure killing machine.

With his eyes blood-red, hot white smoke puffed from Dolores's nostrils as he leaped onto the Land Dragon Beast, wielding the Great Axe.

"Roar——"

"I will—crush you!"

With a whistling swing, the Bloodfire Battle Axe drew a semi-circular arc in the air, slicing a Winged Cavalry knight in half at the waist with great force.

Yet it did not stop there; the axe continued, killing three more, the blade soaked in fresh blood still warm.

"Excellent... just like this,"

Blood splattered onto the Great Goblin's crazed face; he licked it, savoring the metallic taste of blood mixed with rust.

"Die!"

Dolores raised the battle axe high, splitting a knight and his horse from head to toe.

With the Great Axe in hand, he became a relentless killing machine, slaughtering cavalry around him, leaving severed limbs and broken bodies in his wake. The Winged Cavalry scattered, fleeing like hunted lambs from this terrifying figure.

The Infantry Brigade, having reloaded, commenced free shooting at the cavalry. Though their hit rate on the fast-moving targets was low, many knights still fell from their horses.

"Tampas above..."

"These are truly... monsters,"

Robert observed the chaotic battle, his expression growing grim, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

His prideful Winged Cavalry was utterly ineffective against these ruthless and brutal monsters.

Now, he needed to rethink his tactics.