Legendary Magic - Meteor Shower!

The Centaur regulars and the allied forces were already clashing in a bloodbath. The allied forces were temporarily at a disadvantage, suffering heavy casualties, but the Centaurs also sustained significant losses, with five to six thousand dead or fleeing.

If the stalemate continued, the allied forces still had a chance to turn the tide. The Centaur regulars were merely a hastily assembled force, while the allied forces were professional armies, trained for years.

Although Centaurs could adapt to large-scale warfare through instinct and nature, their forces might completely collapse if they suffered excessive casualties.

But this also depended on whether the allied forces could hold out until then. The Thunder Tribe wasn't just there to watch; they were starting to act!

The Centaur Chieftain, accompanied by his Royal Guard, began organizing their troops into formation and slowly advanced, preparing to completely crush the already disadvantaged allied forces.

The Centaur Chieftain had learned from the previous defeat, which was caused by a lack of high-level combatants. This time, he brought all the top combatants from the Thunder Tribe, including his second-in-command, the Centaur Commander, and eight Centaur Royal Guards.

The Centaur Royal Guards were elites chosen from tens of thousands of Centaurs, with strength comparable to the Centaur chieftain Harrot encountered that day. Even a Transcendent Knight from the allied forces would be completely outmatched.

His second-in-command, the Centaur Commander, was even more formidable—a Legendary Expert who had failed in a bid for chieftainship in another territory.

After failing to become chieftain, he had been severely wounded and his strength greatly diminished, but he still retained half of his peak combat power. With his help, the Centaur Chieftain was confident he could defeat the human Legendary Expert he had encountered last time.

Marquis Prague and Grand Duke Lance noticed the Thunder Tribe's movements. Besides the nearly ten thousand even stronger Centaur army, the ten powerful individuals leading them also caused them some concern.

The eight Centaur Royal Guards had an extraordinary aura; even ordinary Nobles with bloodlines would likely struggle to resist them. As for the second-in-command, who was similar in size to the Centaur Chieftain, even the two of them felt pressure, indicating he was not far from being a Legendary Expert.

Marquis Prague said uneasily, "Damn it, the allied forces are on the verge of collapse. If these Centaurs charge, we definitely won't be able to stop them! We need to come up with a plan!"

Grand Duke Lance narrowed his eyes and said in a heavy tone, "Let's do our best. We'll lure and kill the Centaur Chieftain as planned, and see if they scatter after losing their leader. We can't do anything else; we can only rely on the Archmage!"

"What if the Archmage can't do anything either?" Marquis Prague asked, looking directly into Grand Duke Lance's eyes. He wasn't satisfied with that answer; the Archmage wasn't a god, and it might not be possible for one person to defeat ten thousand. It was simply too difficult for one person to break an army of tens of thousands of Centaurs.

"Then there really is nothing we can do but retreat. With your and my strength, cutting a path for a small number of people to escape shouldn't be a problem!" Grand Duke Lance lowered his head, wiping the longsword in his hand, avoiding Marquis Prague's gaze.

Seeing Grand Duke Lance so passive, Marquis Prague wanted to say something but held back, finally letting out a helpless sigh.

Grand Duke Lance had fought Orcs for many years, often losing more than he won, and had long grown accustomed to this feeling of powerlessness. He knew better than anyone that even a Legendary Expert couldn't change the course of a battle with individual strength alone.

Marquis Prague, on the other hand, had only been a Legendary Expert for a few years, and had just caught the tail end of the Orcs' retreat, having hardly encountered any insurmountable problems.

Whether it was an invasion by Magical Beasts or an attack by foreign enemies, he could always resolve them with a swift strike. However, after coming to the East to open up new territory, he began to suffer frequent setbacks, and for a time, he found it difficult to accept.

At this moment, the Centaur Chieftain had already led the Thunder Tribe's army towards the battlefield. Witnessing this change, the central and right flank forces, which had been holding on, instantly became somewhat disorganized.

Although the Thunder Tribe's Centaur forces didn't have very thorough military training, they could at least obey the Centaur Chieftain's command. With a clear objective, they advanced together towards Marquis Prague's central army!

In the Centaur Chieftain's view, the most important thing to defeat an enemy was to defeat their leader, and the leader of these humans was certainly that Legendary Expert.

Marquis Prague had not concealed his Qi, and the Centaur Chieftain felt it from afar. However, Grand Duke Lance had concealed his Qi to execute the lure-and-kill tactic, so the Centaur Chieftain did not detect him.

The Centaurs of the Thunder Tribe were a level stronger in both power and size than ordinary Centaurs. Under the leadership of the Centaur Chieftain, they were somewhat organized, albeit roughly.

The psychological blow delivered to the allied forces by ten thousand organized and intelligent Centaurs pressing forward was devastating. Already at a disadvantage, with the enemy increasing their offensive pressure, only the Dwarf regiment could maintain morale. Even Marquis Prague's elite regiment felt a sense of despair.

As the Thunder Tribe approached, the morale of the allied forces plummeted to freezing point. Human screams and Centaur roars echoed everywhere, and many soldiers began to flee. Even Nobles and Transcendent Knights started to suffer casualties.

The Centaurs of the Thunder Tribe laughed loudly, seeing the upcoming battle as no different from cleaning up trash.

Just as the ten-thousand-strong Centaur army was about to join the slaughter of the allied forces...

The sky darkened! It was supposed to be midday, but the bright environment suddenly grew dim!

Except for the completely bloodthirsty, chaotic left flank of the battlefield, everyone else, both humans and Centaurs, were startled by this strange phenomenon and looked up at the sky.

Directly above the battlefield, the sky was covered by thick clouds, not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate, and the faint light came from a great distance.

Even on the blood-soaked left flank, many Centaurs and humans began to cease fighting. After the screams and shouts of battle across the entire battlefield quieted down, an eerie silence settled.

"It's the Archmage! Archmage Iltiran!" Some with good eyesight spotted a white-bearded Elf floating high in the sky.

Harrot also noticed, recalling Marcus's words, "He can use several cataclysm-level Magic." The scene before him certainly lived up to the description of "cataclysm-level."

The black cloud cover didn't last long; it was merely a prelude to the Magic's release. Suddenly, a large hole opened in the center of the clouds, and a massive Meteor Shower, dozens of meters in diameter, plummeted down.

Its target was the very center of the Thunder Tribe's forces!

The entire battlefield instantly erupted. Centaurs and humans alike began to scream and run in panic. Even though they knew the Meteor Shower wasn't aimed at them, human soldiers showed terrified expressions and fled into the distance.

Harrot was greatly shocked inwardly. A Meteor Shower! This was too insane!

Harrot didn't bother to complain, quickly reminding everyone: "Find cover and lie down, cover your ears!" Although they were several kilometers away from the Meteor Shower, they would still be affected to some extent!

The Meteor Shower, frictioning violently with the air, transformed into a dazzling fireball, plummeting from a thousand meters high at extremely high speed. The Centaurs were in a panic, and the Thunder Tribe's army completely descended into chaos, with tens of thousands of people crowding and shouting, utterly without order.

Before they could begin to scatter and flee, the Meteor Shower violently struck the center of their army.

Boom!!!

The impact of the Meteor Shower with the ground caused a terrifying explosion that enveloped an area hundreds of meters wide, and the rising flames illuminated the entire battlefield.

Smoke and dust instantly covered the entire battlefield, and the ground trembled violently. Humans and Centaurs who were a little closer fell to the ground, blood flowing from their ears, their eardrums ruptured by the violent impact and explosion.

The Thunder Tribe suffered astonishing casualties. The Meteor Shower struck the very center of their forces. Even though the Centaur forces were relatively dispersed, the explosion, hundreds of meters in diameter, directly claimed the lives of over a thousand Centaurs. The rest were severely affected and sustained serious injuries.

A deep crater, a hundred meters in diameter, was left on the ground. The bodies of the Centaurs had already completely decomposed and vanished in the high temperature, with only some Centaur remnants, killed by the aftershocks of the explosion, visible outside the crater.

The Thunder Tribe, the long-standing overlords of this territory, who had even defeated Orcs, suffered a devastating blow in just an instant.

However, what made the Centaurs even more despairing was that the Magic continued. After the large Meteor Shower fell, a continuous rain of smaller Meteor Showers, several meters in diameter, began to fall.

Although the smaller Meteor Showers lacked the world-destroying power, their might was still beyond what these Centaurs could resist, with Meteors constantly falling and exploding, claiming Centaur lives.

The other Centaurs, who were entangled in battle with the humans, were not targeted by the Meteor Shower. But witnessing this terrifying scene, their morale also completely collapsed. Such a terrifying, cataclysmic Magic utterly shattered their spirits.

Even though the Centaurs didn't understand the origin of the Meteor Shower, their bodies instinctively recoiled in fear, making them forget about killing the invaders in front of them. Instead, they began to flee the battlefield as if in a panicked exodus.

"These meteors are our allies, unleashed by the Elven Archmage! With the Archmage's help, these mere Centaurs are nothing to worry about!"

The Nobles and Knights on the human side loudly encouraged their soldiers, reorganizing their forces that were on the verge of collapse.

Marquis Prague and Grand Duke Lance were delighted, but also somewhat shocked. Both were Legendary Experts, so how could the difference in power be so vast?

The two didn't dwell too much on the power gap between themselves and the Archmage. After all, it was unlikely that humans would go to war with Elves, and the Archmage was a great being who had once helped humans establish their kingdom.

"We won! We won this battle!" Marquis Prague exclaimed excitedly. The Centaur rabble were in full retreat, the Thunder Tribe was severely crippled, and the Archmage's legendary Magic had completely turned the tide of the war!

"Prepare to organize a pursuit of the Centaurs. The common fodder can be let go, but those exceptionally powerful ones must be eliminated! Especially those two Legendary Experts!" Besides needing to provide the Archmage with the heart of a Legendary Expert as payment, they themselves were unwilling to let their enemies escape and cause trouble later.

Meteors several meters in diameter continuously crashed down, their impacts, explosions, and flames engulfing the entire Thunder Tribe's position. It was a hellish scene, with Centaurs crying and wailing as they scattered in all directions.

The Centaur Chieftain looked up at the falling meteors, at Archmage Iltiran suspended in the air, continuously casting spells, at the allied forces who had recovered and were eyeing them, ready to attack, and at his own Centaur troops, fleeing in all directions with heavy casualties. He didn't choose to flee. Instead, he gripped his heavy axe, preparing to fight!