Neither side held a particularly large advantage.
They fought and killed one another.
The fighting was very much a stalemate.
A group of Xikalei's allied troops.
Suddenly heard dragon roars from far away.
Every one of their hearts lurched.
Quite a few looked toward the source of the roars.
Then...
They saw an azure dragon flying in from the distance with four smaller dragons.
On the ground were a Death Knight and several other powerful undead creatures.
An obviously powerful Elf Hunter darted across the ground, leading a group of Druids and another group of people.
There were not many of them, only a few dozen by an initial estimate.
"Dragons? What's going on with those dragons? Are they the targets of this war?"
"Why are the targets only showing up now? Was he hiding in the city all this time, waiting to attack us as their trump card?"
"Don't be afraid! They're only a few dozen combat units! There's nothing to fear! Victory belongs to us!"
Some among Xikalei's allied troops shouted to bolster morale.
But some of the more discerning powerhouses felt uneasy.
Until those few dozen joined battle with them.
The people who had just been shouting to bolster morale were all dumbfounded...
The dragons breathed dragon breath from the sky.
The Death Knight led several terrifying undead on a rampage through the army. Under the aura of fear, soldiers screamed and scattered like headless flies.
The other few dozen Elves, Boar-Pigfolk, humans, and others also wielded their butcher's blades against them with overwhelming power.
At their very first clash.
The soldiers of Xikalei's allied forces fell rapidly, like wheat being reaped.
Yet their powerhouses were still battling Xiluo's allied forces and had no time to come back to their defense.
This instantly tipped the scales of