According to Enzo, even if he were leading a force of heavily armored dwarven infantry with short legs and full plate armor, three days of forced marching would have been enough to push them a thousand to two thousand li ahead! This was war, and the soldiers under their command all cultivated battle qi. The vanguard of the main force was entirely composed of Magic Beast cavalry, yet they had covered less than two hundred li in three days. Were they out on a picnic?
"Luckily, I don't care whether these elves live or die!" Lin Qi let out a heavy sigh. Standing to one side of the mountain road with his hands on his hips, he coldly watched the elven warriors and mages, smiling as they occasionally exchanged a few lines of poetry and praised a verse or two. He truly had nothing left to say.
Making allies of the elves and forming a joint army to attack an enemy—this was simply a nightmare! Gritting his teeth hard, Lin Qi viciously swore to himself that once he had led the elven army into its grave this time, and buried a few elven gods along with them, he would never deal with any elf again. Never again would he have dealings with these proud, hypocritical elves.
Just then, dull hoofbeats sounded from behind the column. Judging by their density, at least tens of thousands of light cavalry were galloping toward them at full speed. A messenger at Lin Qi's side hurried to the rear to investigate, and before long, precise information came back.
A ranger cavalry force from Purple Cedar Island had answered the elves' summons and arrived. This ranger cavalry numbered more than fifty thousand, and even its weakest member possessed upper-rank Earth-level strength. This was merely the first