The natives of the Devourer Plane had also tried flying over to intercept those airships, but the outcome had been utterly miserable.
Once they flew into the high skies, they became living targets. With the wizards' firepower, they could easily be shot down, with nowhere to hide.
Moreover, those airships possessed considerable combat capabilities themselves and were far from easy to intercept.
The skies were even more the wizards' domain. The natives of the Devourer Plane were simply too weak in aerial combat.
The natives had also discovered that the three openings were actually extremely far away. They looked as though they were in the sky, but that was not really the case.
Flying over was almost impossible. At the very least, after trying, they had discovered that the distance was beyond their current reach.
Seven days later.
The tide of war that Ironrock City had amassed finally reached its critical point.
Accompanied by a horn blast that rang through the heavens, signaling a full-scale assault, the Allied Legion's steel army began to advance.
Like a burst black flood, countless Slave Creature Legion troops surged out from the hastily constructed staging grounds. They had only one target: the dark-red plain ahead, and the Allied army's defensive line at its end, built from countless lives, fortifications, and unyielding resolve.
The ground shook violently beneath countless feet, hooves, and abdominal legs. The dust they kicked up blotted out the sky, merging with the shadows cast by the massive airship fleet overhead.
Duke's Seventh Squadron was currently following behind the flank of a mixed assault force composed of Green-skinned Orc warriors and Heavy Golems.
Their mission was no longer logistical support. They were now a battlefield support squad, responsible for clearing remaining resistance along the battlefield's edges, suppressing small groups of Awakened, and