As they drew closer and closer to the foremost battlefield, the transport convoy encountered increasingly severe obstacles.
"Roar!"
The most terrifying thing they had encountered so far was the dragon swarms appearing in the sky, and the aerial battles.
The witches' floating gunboats were constantly being shot down by Anse's nimble dragonhawks, but at the same time, their airborne dragonhawk carriers were plummeting every minute as well. Huge balls of fire fell from the sky, smashing craters into the ground that could well be called "lakes." Every floating vessel and carrier that was shot down meant tens of thousands of servant soldiers lost their lives; only the witches and sorceresses riding brooms atop those gunboats and carriers survived.
The Anse Elves, somewhat taller than the witches, also rode phantom pegasi as they circled through the sky.
Yet unlike the servant armies, sorceresses, and otherworldly warlocks locked in a blazing battle, the witches and Anse Elves merely exchanged a few distant glances before each flying back toward their own bases, without engaging one another.
This massive aerial battle could nearly wipe out what land-dwellers considered [millions of troops]—and not the kind of [millions] that counted auxiliary forces, transport convoys, and civilian laborers. These were millions upon millions of genuine servant soldiers.
And such a battle was merely a tiny microcosm of the vast Witch-Anse war—a minor skirmish that did not even qualify as a campaign, perhaps not even the entirety of a skirmish.
Jiang Han put away the [Eye of the Giant Cat], her mind filled with the endless supply lines advancing after refitting. Within the enormous witch servant-army armaments factories, armed forces were rolled out at a rate of hundreds of tanks and armored vehicles per minute, then sent to the front lines.
To avoid being caught in friendly