"Archaic Species."
Gago walked up with a tomahawk on his shoulder. "Is it enough to just open up a path?"
He is the leader of the sixth Warband, and his status in the Ashmark Lineage is not low. He originally only had to obey the orders of the group leader, but the performance of the Ferrum troops after the war started has won the respect of Gago. He also knows the noble status of Archaic Species and is willing to bend down and obey.
"We need a chance."
Ferrum nodded and looked directly at him. "Open a path and repel those Juvenile Dragon, giving us a chance to fight Young Dragon in close combat."
"Understood."
Gago promised in a deep voice, "Then, let us soldiers complete this matter."
Gnoll The leader raised his battle ax and issued the order. Soldiers at all levels immediately began to reorganize. Five centurions came up one after another. They were all Lost Wilderness's most powerful warriors. Each one of them They all have extraordinary courage and strength. Gago, as the white-maned Gnoll, has a disaster level as high as nine. Not long ago, he led a team to kill a young boy Green Dragon.
"Follow me and clear the road!"
Gnoll leader roared and rushed out. His five hundred elite men immediately followed the leader with spears in their hands and assembled into a sharp formation.
Ferrum looked at Yazi, Kane, as well as the garrison leaders Gray Mountain and Black Lake: "You all go to form a team and prepare to charge."
"Come!"
Yazi summons the most capable Mountain Goblin warrior. "The time has come to be loyal to the lord!"
"I hope this is not the end of us." Kane also gathered the warriors of Bearfolk.
"Roots, bloom!"
The young man Green Dragon looked indifferent and chanted the ancient Dragon Language in hissing voice. Then he lowered his head and calmly stared at the oncoming Wildland Warriors.
The magic power gathered, and the power hidden deep in the earth suddenly awakened, surged through the rock formations and soil, the surface trembled slightly, the withered grass fell low, and the soil rose in pieces, as if an invisible python was walking through the feet, swimming and rolling.
Then the earth burst open, and vigorous roots danced out from the cracks, shining with a dark green luster like metal, violently beating shields, armors, and flesh. Every time the earth broke out, there was a loud boom, and mud, gravel, and residual limbs rose and fell at the same time, like countless hungry mouths opening on the earth.
The vines swept over and Gago was pushed backwards. He grabbed the soldier beside him with his backhand and dragged him away from the place.
The next moment, a series of spikes passed through their feet, piercing through a dozen soldiers who were advancing, and killing them on the way forward.
Those teenagers Green Dragon were also casting spells, and various elemental attacks fell one after another. This was the fighting method they were good at. Under the protection of the powerful, no one dared to get close. Green Dragon could mobilize their magic power at will.
Gnoll originally held the shield in front, guarding against Green Dragon's poisonous breath and enemy arrows. When they saw Young Dragon looking down, they realized that the murderous intention came from deep in the soil.
The shield could not stop the roots stabbing from below, and the armor could only allow them to struggle for a moment longer.
Soldiers in the front line fell in large numbers, while the rear group was unable to recover and was still crowding forward, stepping on the wounded and crashing into the growing spikes.
More than half of the vanguards led by Gago were quickly killed or wounded. Each of them was a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles. They dared to charge against mountains of knives and rain of arrows, but in the face of the constant eruption of elemental power, they were as weak as moths fluttering into the flames.
At this moment, they are only a hundred meters away from Young Dragon, but every step between these hundred meters needs to be filled with flesh and blood and life.
"Next team, Scalebound."
Ferrum ordered that the offensive has begun, and any casualties are not a reason to stop.
"Lord, we are going."
A tall Scalebound leaned towards Gax, keeping up with Gnoll's pace.
Gax stared intently at Young Dragon in the distance, his fangs clanking.
"Keep going... keep going!"
Ferrum continued to give orders and sent out all the elites one after another, including Yazi and Kane. He spent several years training Mountain Goblin and Bearfolk, making them loyal warriors who can provide strength to the Destiny Alliance.
But there is no room for selfishness at this time. If we can't win on Battlefield, everyone will die.
Young Dragon bows his head and breathes out. Mortals always think that Green Dragon's breath is weak, just a thick poisonous fog, but in fact it is a poisonous hurricane that has almost condensed into substance, like a rolling tornado, bombarding it with strong magic power.
The leader Gnoll was almost corroded into a withered skeleton by the fierce poison, but he still pushed forward a few steps with his shield, and finally fell to his knees weakly. The soldiers behind him jumped up on their shoulders, and then jumped and slashed out.
The people in front fell, and the people behind immediately made up for it. The shields were broken, so they blocked them with their bodies, broke their spears, and pulled out their sabers. The formation of the army was like pieces of cloth, repeatedly broken and reconnected, and continued to advance in the turbulent death.
Fintz·Bizpoli felt that something was a bit tricky. Because of Juvenile Dragon's cowardice, Warband's morale collapsed at an unimaginable speed. The enemy's force, which was originally smaller than the Juvenile Dragon regiment, had a frontal advantage, so that when he arrived, he had to face the enemy's massed attack.
He cast spells over and over again, unable to count how many people he killed, maybe a thousand, maybe more, but the enemy troops continued to advance.
Even Young Dragon cannot destroy such a large army in a short period of time.
The enemy was fearless and fearless, shooting out arrows like a rainstorm, throwing sharp spears again and again, and launched an attack with a roar.
Ashmark Lineage's family members actually have such high fighting spirit, which Fintz never expected.
He looked around, and saw that the Juvenile Dragons were attacked by several times the enemy. They were all flying up and down and retreating. Even if he continued to slaughter, his own Warbands were slowly cracking open in the middle, revealing a gap like a chasm, with corpses piled up like mountains on both sides of the gap.
"Want to kill me?"
Fintz whispered, looking at Hatchling Dragon who were leaning closer to each other. "A group of cubs who haven't grown up yet have such precious courage. Heavy-Metal Dragon are really our enemies."
"The formation is broken."
Ferrum looked back at his companions. "The soldiers have done everything they can, and it's our turn next. Chromatic Dragon's power relies entirely on magic power. The family has given us something to restrain ourselves, so even if the opponent is Young Dragon, we don't have no chance."
"Null-Magic Stone."
Gax nodded slightly, then looked at his companions behind him. "Although Nurturer said it can only be used when escaping, I think there is no more critical moment than this. I hope everyone can do their best. As Iron Dragon, Barloz and I will rush to the front."
"I'll charge."
Kेलaili strode forward, leaving no room for doubt. "Cobalt Dragon's scales are also resistant to spells. Only after the overlord dies will it be your turn."
"The whole army is coming! Charge after us!"
Ferrum ordered the remaining troops.
"At this point, we can no longer think about life and death. We have to kill him at all costs."
Kेलaili whispered to Ferrum, then turned around suddenly, vibrating the scales suddenly, and started running wildly like a rumbling chariot, roaring into Battlefield.
Hatchling Dragon gathered together and charged forward against the pressure of Young Dragon.