The Qiraji charged the allied formation at tremendous speed and in extremely dense numbers. Those appearing this time crashed against it like a surging tide against a stone embankment. No one had expected such numbers, but fortunately, most were low-level bugs that could do little more than drain the allied troops' stamina and the mages' mana.
Slaughter, collisions, attacks, shouts-every aspect of the battlefield played out in this great battle, with nothing missing. Every hour, every moment, every minute, every second, allied soldiers fell upon the yellow sand, their blood staining the earth red. Every second, every minute, every moment, every hour, countless Qiraji died as well, their enormous jointed limbs twitching a few times before falling still forever.
"The time for our revenge has come! Let darkness devour our enemies' hearts!"
General Rajaxx appeared again, his words fiercely stirring the other Qiraji. A great number of Qiraji of the same form appeared behind him, charging straight out of the city gates and into the allied vanguard. Each of General Rajaxx's blows struck several warriors. How could ordinary soldiers possibly match General Rajaxx's enormous size and tremendous brute strength? They could only attack him by trading their lives for wounds.
"Let death and screams resound through the heavens! Let the symphonic poem of fear and confusion begin!"
Prophet Skeram appeared as well, joining the battle with a large force of elite Qiraji. The pink Skeram was far too conspicuous, and he was also a renowned spellcaster among the Qiraji, making him extremely difficult to deal with.
In the air, Princess Huhuran and War Guard Sartura led elite aerial troops in a fierce battle against the dragons. The entire allied army had joined the fighting, and the Qiraji were also staking their lives on it, committing all their elites.
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