Deep in the vast, dead and desolate Ser Wilderness, about thirty kilometers south of Scale-Earth Rift Road.
It was late at night, and both the real and false moons were completely engulfed by thick and dense dark clouds. The dim light was difficult to penetrate the clouds, so that the vast land below was shrouded in an almost substantial, suffocating and thick darkness.
However, in the midst of this irreversible ink, there is a winding and squirming fire dragon that is silently moving forward.
It was a torrent composed of elite cavalry and warriors wearing sophisticated heavy armor, holding spears and spears, armed to the teeth, and Alchemy Golems! The faint magical glow emitted from the gaps in their armors and the halo of Alchemy Runes converged, forcibly dispersing large swaths of night, becoming the only moving light band in the darkness.
This team is the elite private army belonging to the Albert Family. It is the direct force cultivated by Count Mills after spending countless efforts and resources.
In the general perception of the world, although the aristocratic private army is well-equipped and well-paid, in terms of real ability to fight Blood War, it is often not as good as the regular frontier army that is always ready to fight in all directions.
This view is generally good, but it definitely does not apply to the Albert Family.
Albert Family started out with great military exploits and is inextricably linked to the military system of Raymond Duchy. The backbone of their private army is carefully selected directly from the elite of the military.
While providing the most abundant resources for training, they also carry out almost cruel military training all year round, and often even drop them to the edge of war zones where conflicts exist, using the most realistic blood and fire to hone these warriors into real sharp knives!
When fighting for the Albert Family, they are a private army.
But if you drag them to any blazing battlefield, they can instantly transform into a formidable brigade!
At this moment, at the front of this silent and dangerous team, was a burly knight whose entire body was wrapped in thick, ferocious dark armor full of battle scars. Only a pair of eyes shining with cold light under the shadow of the helmet were revealed.
He carried a heavy tower shield on his back, and slung at his waist was an unsheathed two-handed giant sword with a shimmering rune on the edge.
It is different from the standard alchemy weapons commonly equipped by other soldiers.
If anyone observes carefully, they can find that every piece of equipment on his body, from his helmet to his boots, is engraved with extremely complex and meticulously crafted traces of runes, emitting a wave of power that is far more profound and restrained than ordinary alchemical enhancements.
Anyone who knows something about Warrior Path can easily recognize the extraordinary career of this leader instantly.
Rune Knight--A powerful and rare advanced branch among Warrior Path. They do not rely on external objects, but control supernatural runes and integrate their power into martial arts and equipment, erupting with destructive power and protective power that far exceeds common sense.
This Rune Knight leader is named Rod·Albert.
He shares the same noble surname as Count Mills, but he does not have any aristocratic blood in his body.
He has neither father nor mother, and is a complete orphan. No one knows the origin of his bloodline or the land where he was born.
As long as he can remember, his life has been closely connected with the cold stone walls and bland porridge of the orphanage funded by the Albert Family.
The turning point of fate occurred in his childhood.
During a fierce conflict within the orphanage, he showed fierceness and tenacity far beyond his peers, so he was selected and taken away from the orphanage.
After that.
He underwent the most brutal training and grew up in the most dangerous sword jungle. Every glory he gained was closely related to fighting for the Albert Family.
When he turned thirty years old and his whole body was covered with indelible marks of meritorious service, the people in power at the Albert Family finally looked at him with real recognition.
He was officially admitted into the family tree and given the surname Albert, which symbolizes glory.
He even married a lady who came from a family with true aristocratic blood as his wife, and officially became a member of the Albert Family.
From then on, he lived for his family, fought for his family, and was willing to die for his family.
Because his style of conduct is known for being cold, ruthless and decisive.
Rod has another awesome title in the military - Albert's Dire Wolf, Dire Wolf General.
At this moment, the face of "Albert's Dire Wolf" hidden under the cold helmet was slightly tense, and his brows were wrinkled unnoticeably.
He suddenly raised his steel-wrapped arm and made a clean stop gesture, and his voice rolled through the silent wilderness like muffled thunder.
"Stop!"
Once the order is given, the law follows the words and deeds.
Almost at the moment when Dire Wolf General drank, the entire army, which was marching as precisely as a machine, came to an abrupt halt. All the soldiers were frozen in place, their movements uniform, and a chilling silence filled the entire army.
Rod raised his head slightly, his cold gaze swept forward like an eagle, and examined it solemnly.
Standing directly in front of the team is a hill that looks particularly rugged and eerie under the thick night. Its outline looks like an ancient behemoth crawling on the ground, ready to attack. The surrounding terrain is complex, making it a perfect place for an ambush.
The fighting instinct of crawling out of the sea of blood from the mountains of corpses countless times made Rod keenly smell the danger in the air.
This place is only about thirty kilometers away from the base of the Molten Iron Tribe.
Since the earl intended to crush those monsters with undisputed and upright force, they did not cover up their whereabouts during this trip, and the possibility of them being exposed has already been extremely high.
As long as the commander of the Molten Iron Tribe has the most basic strategic vision, he will inevitably choose to set up a heavy ambush in the hills here to wait for work.
Anyway, if it were him who was in charge, he would 100% do this.
If it were those arrogant noble commanders, they might take it for granted that the monsters are barbaric, stupid, and do not understand the art of war, so there is no need to worry too much.
But Rod·Albert never thinks so.
--Never underestimate any of your enemies.
This is the iron law that Dire Wolf General bought with the blood of countless comrades and enemies.
Molten Iron Tribe, who can make Count Mills not hesitate to use his family's heritage to attack him, cannot be a soft persimmon and must be given the highest degree of attention.
"Sienna."
Dire Wolf General turned his head slightly, and a deep voice came out through the gap in the visor. "Deploy Alchemical Heavy Cannon immediately, target the hills in front, and conduct a covering saturation bombardment!"
Female Alchemist Sienna is one of the two senior Spellcaster who accompany the army.
The other person is Warding Mage Sanchez, who looks about fifty years old and has a solemn expression. He and Alchemist are closely behind Rod.
Needless to say, Alchemist's alchemy technology is an important part of Bernardo Planet's civilization.
And Warding Mage refers specifically to those Spellcaster who specialize in Abjuration spells.
The core of the magic they master is to hinder, expel and protect.
Perhaps some opponents think that the spells of this path are too passive, only know how to avoid and refuse, and lack the skills to actively attack.
But what every true Warding Mage firmly believes is that ending negative effects, protecting fatal weaknesses, and expelling evil influences... this is by no means a vain thing, but a proud and vital mission.
"As you command, General."
Alchemist immediately took the order, and through the Communication Artifact he carried with him, gave instructions to the warlock team behind the heavy artillery.
The heavy alchemy cannon base was quickly and firmly placed on the ground. The cannon muzzles with Black Hole holes and engraved with energy circuits were slowly raised, and the angle was coldly adjusted to aim at the ominous hill.
However, they did not wait until they were fully prepared for the bombardment.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Three deafening dragon roars sounded.
Iron Dragon Sorog, Red Dragon Samantha, White Dragon Tressie, the three tore through the thick clouds and hovered in the sky. With roars and roars, Dragon Might poured out like water from a bursting embankment and like a strong wind passing by.
Dragon Might, is by no means a simple invisible momentum.
It also has a more appropriate name - fierce momentum!
This is a serious spell-like ability, and like Dragon Breath, it is one of the core skills that can continue to become stronger as the dragon's age and strength grow.
There was an obvious commotion in the army array below.
Even these elite Ironblood soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles have been more or less strongly influenced by Dragon Might.
In their shocked perception, the figures of the three giant dragons in the sky seemed to be expanding infinitely, turning into terrifying mountains that towered over the sky and were invincible. They made people feel desperate and found it difficult to muster the courage to resist.
At the same time.
Rumble!
The ground began to tremble slightly!
The heavy Iron Hoof of the centaur warriors crushed the stones along the way, and the sharp claws of the Giant Wolf plowed deep marks on the dry and hard ground. They were like a torrent of bursting embankments, brazenly charging down from the hills in front, followed closely by muscles., Ogre warriors who are like small Giant, and a larger number of monsters such as Gnoll, Kobold, Lizardfolk, etc. that come like a tide.
There are three huge and sturdy Beast figures dotted among them, clearly visible.
The monster army was like a black tide of death, rushing towards the human army that had just been shocked by Dragon Might and was in a state of confusion.
Just then.
Warding Mage Sanchez held up the staff inlaid with a huge yellow crystal in his hand, and at some point, his rapid chanting of incantations had come to an end!
"In the name of order, shelter!"
The moment the last sonorous syllable blurted out, the staff in his hand suddenly swung down.
Anti-Dragon Aura.
An invisible but majestic light suddenly spread out with the staff as the core, spreading in all directions.
This spell has a strong targeted resistance effect on Dragonkin's abilities, especially on Dragon Might, and can extremely effectively weaken the shock of Dragon Might below the level of Adult Dragon.
Invisible spiritual light brushed over the bodies of the soldiers. The soldiers who had been gripped by fear and whose hands and feet were cold instantly regained clarity and determination in their eyes, and their morale that had just been shaken was stabilized.
"Fire! Fire immediately! Free fire!"
At this moment, the two sides have not yet come into close combat. It is the best time for our Alchemical Heavy Cannon to exert devastating long-range firepower. We must not give those charging monsters a chance to adjust their formation.
The muzzles of several giant alchemical cannons that had been prepared for a long time instantly sprayed out beams of energy that were so hot that they turned white and heavy projectiles wrapped in alchemical explosives, piercing the night sky with ear-piercing screams.
They outline deadly parabolas in the air, aiming directly at the swarm of monsters coming like a tide below the hill, intending to use the torrential rain of steel and fire to completely blast away and crush their charging momentum before contact!
However, what caught the human side by surprise was.
Almost at the same time, the same fierce and precise alchemical artillery fire burst out from the gloomy hills on the opposite side.
Human cannonballs and cannonballs from monsters intersected, intercepted, and collided in the air, exploding into dazzling and deafening huge fireworks, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight.
Of course, not all shells were accurately intercepted.
There were still human artillery shells that passed through the intertwined fire nets and slammed into the waves of monsters charging down the mountain, exploding into several balls of flesh and blood fireworks mixed with broken limbs. Similarly, there were also several artillery shells from the hills with shrill screams that slammed into the array of the human army, overturning the soldiers who could not dodge and the base of a Alchemy Golem, triggering a brief period of chaos and painful wails.
The human officers were shocked to realize that it turned out that Molten Iron Tribe also possessed an alchemical weapon of considerable size and power.
In addition to the heavy artillery that constantly spits tongues of fire, you can also see some Steel Golem that are even bigger and bigger than Ogre. They take heavy steps and make deafening roars of engines. Like moving fortresses, they launch a charge along with the torrent of monsters.
This completely unexpected scene made Dire Wolf General Rod extremely shocked, and even had a flash of disbelief.
But this is by no means the time to delve into where these weapons and Golem come from.
Since both sides have powerful long-range projected firepower, continuing to bombard them in place will only increase unnecessary casualties.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.
Only charging, only close hand-to-hand combat Blood War, can we show off! The outcome of this battle will be decided.
"For the glory of the Albert Family!"
Dire Wolf General drew out the giant sword from behind, pointed the sword's edge directly at the raging monster wave in front, and let out a thundering war cry, "Attack the whole army! Crush them! Leave no one behind!"
The order to attack was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the entire battlefield.
Woo--boom!!
After receiving the command signal, a Alchemy Golem engine belonging to the Albert Family instantly emitted a deafening roar running at full power. The huge metal body burst out at an astonishing speed, crushing forward like a torrent of steel!
One after another, the hard-wearing human warriors had eyes as cold as ice and steps as strong as the wind. Following the moving steel defense line, they launched a desperate countercharge against the oncoming wave of death.
Neither side had the slightest intention of retreating.
Under the bright light of the cannon fire that filled the sky, the torrent of steel and flesh, with loud shouts and roars, collided fiercely and without hesitation.