But what is really interesting is that Fuzzol Chamberlain did not choose the time of the battle during the day when the visibility was better, but chose it in the evening, at six o'clock, only about an hour before dark.

It was obvious that he either wanted to use the collective night vision ability of his monster army to do some tricks, or he planned to hold on until dark and then escape along the river by boat with his direct descendants.

In short, those ogres, trolls, giants and goblins who eat a lot and are difficult to control must be abandoned.

On the one hand, the pressure on these guys for logistical supplies was too great, and they simply couldn't afford to keep them fed without the large amount of fish and meat provided by Zuo Si for free;

On the other hand, these guys are more inclined to the chaotic camp by nature, and it is almost impossible to convert them into evil and lawful. Once they lose the control of the Tyrant's Scepter, they will definitely cause a big mess.

To sum up, Fu Zol Chamberlain was prepared to treat these tens of thousands of monsters as a big gift package, and give them all to Zuo Si and the huge coalition army he led to kill them happily.

In addition, the green dragons and black dragons that were lured over by the promise of treasure were also part of the experience package.

After all, he saw the hundreds of dragon knights in the sky and the spears in their hands flashing with dazzling electric light.

Only the orcs, half-orcs, and hobgoblins who are easier to control and have completely converted to the god of tyranny, Bane, have the opportunity to follow the tyrant of the Moon Sea and retreat eastward to Zhentil Keep by ship.

In fact, before the coalition forces arrived, two to three thousand elite troops had already headed to the ports along the shore of Long Lake under the pretext of escorting spoils of war.

If nothing goes wrong, they will take a ship there and head north along the coastline of Sembia, passing through the Dragon Bay and a narrow sea passage, and finally enter the Moon Sea controlled by Zhentil Keep.

With so many professional troops escorting them, I believe the pirates in the central islands of the Falling Star Sea would not dare to approach easily.

You have to know that the notoriety of Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim is not something that a mere group of pirates can compare to.

If these pirates dared to attack him, then Fuzzol Chamberlain would not mind launching an attack on the Pirate Islands on his way back, and taking away all the treasures looted from the pirates' lairs or offered as tribute by coastal cities.

However, what he didn't know was that although the majority of the soldiers on the coalition side were humans who had no night vision, there was a group of dark elves who were very good at assassinations and raids in the dark.

As time came to around five o'clock in the evening, the guys who had been hiding in the tents in the woods for a whole day woke up from their sleep, ate the food provided by Amn, checked and wiped their weapons and armor, and waited patiently for the night to fall.

Because even the golden sunset in the evening was still too bright and too dazzling for them.

Only a very small number of individuals who yearn for and desire light will try to go out, endure severe physical discomfort and bathe in the sunshine, feeling the light, heat and warmth that they can never feel in the dark.

There is no doubt that for these followers of the Dark Maiden Eilistraee, returning to the surface world has become a strong obsession that cannot be given up.

After all, during their migration and escape, they were all hunted down by various traditional dark elf cities and families without exception, and the price they paid to reach the underground area of ​​Dragonspear Castle alive was unimaginable to outsiders.

Therefore, whenever there is an opportunity, a small number of dark elves will try to adapt to the new environment so that they can survive in this world with stars and sun like other inhabitants of the surface world.

Seeing the reactions of her compatriots, Kui Lu's eyes revealed a hint of relief, and she asked without turning her head, "Are our people ready?"

"Of course, Honorable Prophet (the name for Aoi Lu within the church). As soon as it gets dark, we will cut into the battlefield from the side like the sharpest scimitar, inflicting unimaginable damage to the enemy."

Another female pastor responded nearby without hesitation.

It is not difficult to judge from the proud and confident expression on her face that she is full of confidence in the combat effectiveness of the warriors, mages, warlocks and priests under her command.

You have to know that these more than a thousand dark elves can easily destroy any city of deep gnomes or gray dwarves in the Underdark, or clear out a small-scale beholder nest.

As for the races of the surface world...

Whether it's orcs, gnolls, trolls, or ogres, in their eyes they are just a group of brainless idiots who only know how to use brute force.

The common goblins, who are the largest in number, are the worst of the worst.

A dark elf warrior with sufficient physical strength can easily kill hundreds of goblins without suffering even the slightest injury.

If one must use a word to describe these dark-skinned, relatively petite humanoid creatures, it would be natural assassins and killers.

Nearly every Dark Elf learns the art of stealth and silent movement at a young age.

By the time they grow up, their accomplishments in this area will be comparable to those of many professional thieves.

"very good!

Remember, this is an opportunity to demonstrate your strength and sincerity to your surface world allies, and you cannot mess it up at any cost.

Through this war, the Great Dark Maiden hopes to show that we are different from our evil brethren in the Underdark.

Once we win their trust, we can become a member of the trade alliance and enter most cities on the west coast as merchants to do business and settle down.

This is almost unprecedented in the history of Faerun."

Aoi Lu warned in a serious tone.

As the youngest and most special one among the seven sisters in the North, she could vaguely sense the suspicion, vigilance and distrust of the representatives and soldiers of other towns towards the dark elves.

But there is nothing wrong with this.

After all, who among those who have lived in the North for a long time would not hate and fear those drow hunting teams that suddenly appear from nowhere, and the ruthless killing and death they bring?

The dark elves did this not to plunder wealth or capture slaves, but simply to please the chaotic evil spider goddess Rose and satisfy their own twisted and morbid desire for killing.

Therefore, Kuilu attached much more importance to this war than any other party in the coalition, even including Zuo Si himself.

"Please rest assured, our warriors have an unshakable faith in the goddess. They will never retreat even when facing death," the priestess assured solemnly.

"In that case, let the mages begin preparing their spells, and the priests begin praying to Eilistraee and obtain divine spells.

Tonight will be the glorious day when we wash away our past sins and regain a new life!

It also marks the moment when the dark elves embrace the light again! The merciful goddess will bless every warrior! We will surely win a glorious victory!"

While saying this, Aoilu opened her arms and deliberately amplified her voice so that more compatriots could hear it.

Gradually, the confusion in the eyes of the dark elves disappeared, replaced by a determination and courage to face death.

In this magical land of Faerun, nothing is more terrifying than the morale boost brought by the blessings of gods and religion.

And behind almost every war of a larger scale there must be a god supporting it.

Seeing that her words had taken effect, Kuilu decided to turn around and leave the camp to check the situation in the coalition camp in the distance.

But before he could take a few steps, he saw a beautiful dark elf girl running towards him.

She immediately stopped and asked in a slightly surprised tone: "Lirael? Why are you here!"

Obviously, the visitor was none other than Lirael Baenre, the little princess of the Baenre family who had come to the surface with Zuo Si during the last trip to the Underdark.

Since she is a mage, this girl has always been affiliated with the Luskan Mage Tower, so she should be in the Mage Corps of the Allied Forces Camp.

Lirael raised the dimensional bag in her hand with a bitter face and explained helplessly: "I was sent to deliver magic potions.

There are many strengthening and healing potions here that can improve combat effectiveness and reduce casualties.

It has to be said that Soth spent a lot of money this time.

This bag of medicine alone would probably cost two to three million gold coins based on the market price.

I can't believe that he could spread the power of magic to every soldier.

What a waste! In addition, Archmage Jeffrey said that there were too many arcane spellcasters on the front battlefield, so he asked me to stay and cooperate with you.

I wanted to see with my own eyes what a terrifying sight thousands of spellcasters could create when they gathered together."

At the end of the conversation, the little princess of the Banrui family was obviously a little indignant.

After all, when she was in her hometown, Menzoberranzan, she had seen many wizards and warlocks, but she had never seen a situation like this where thousands of people gathered together.

No matter what, the traditional dark elf society is always dominated by the priestesses of Lolth.

Arcane magic is just a supplement to divine power, and only men of low status would learn it.

The only way out for women, especially noble women, was to go to the Spider Academy and become a glorious priestess.

Moreover, the naked law of the jungle in the dark elf society caused each family to be wary of and hostile to each other, treating each other as hunting targets, and it was impossible for them to unite.

Not to mention gathering a large number of mages and warlocks together for joint spellcasting.

Seeing Lirael's lovely look, Kuilu couldn't help but smile faintly. She reached out and stroked her smooth silver hair, and said softly, "Okay, don't complain.

I think the archmage made this arrangement because of your beliefs and race.

Don't forget, you are the chosen one of Eilistraee.

At times like this, we should fight alongside our compatriots."

"But I still want to see the joint casting..."

Lirael pursed her lips and muttered something under her breath.

As one of the very few who did not experience the dark, crazy, and cruel nature of the dark elf society when she was a child, she has always been too well protected by her father, the chief wizard, so she has a naivety, kindness, and willfulness in her character that other dark elves do not have.

Especially when you come across something or something that interests you, you always subconsciously want to throw yourself into it regardless of the consequences.

Kui Lu held the girl in her arms, kissed her forehead lovingly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we have already come to the surface, and have joined the trade alliance founded by Soth. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Come, give me the dimensional bag, let me see what magic potions are inside."

“Yes!”

Lirael obviously liked the wisdom and tranquility of the other person. After handing over the dimensional bag in her hand, she buried her face in the soft chest and rubbed it.

"What a little rascal."

Aoi Lu tapped the mischievous girl lightly with her finger, then opened the bag and checked it carefully.

You won't know the result until you see it, and you'll be shocked when you see it.

The dimensional bag was filled with potions for treating serious injuries, antidotes, secondary restoration potions, invisibility potions, bull strength potions, cat grace potions, bear toughness potions, stoneskin potions, spider walk potions, protection from energy damage potions, and mage armor potions...

The variety and quantity are simply dazzling.

Although the general level is not high, it is luxurious enough that more than a thousand dark elves can be equipped with a complete set.

You must know that strength and physique attributes have always been the disadvantages of dark elves.

But if they take these strengthening potions, they can be transformed into the most terrifying and efficient killing machines in a matter of minutes.

In addition, there are good things like the Free Movement Potion that can instantly get rid of all magical constraints and restrictions.

"I see! He wants us to perform the best and most conspicuous battle."

Kuilu was so smart that she guessed Zuo Si's intention at once, and at the same time she realized that she owed him a huge favor.

However, she did not tell this matter to the girl in her arms, but kept it in her heart and planned to report it to her goddess after the war.

…

At the same time, as the agreed time got closer, the originally quiet coalition camp finally began to move.

The soldiers who had finished their dinner early began to walk out of the main gate in groups and in an orderly manner, and lined up along the river towards Baldur's Gate.

After a while, they lined up neatly and waited for the signal to start the battle.

Especially the new army of Am in the middle, all of them were equipped with shiny heavy metal armor, and the setting sun shining on them instantly reflected a golden light.

This special armor doesn't even have the slightest gap, and relies entirely on the closed helmet's built-in oil terminal display to obtain information from the outside world. Therefore, the orders issued by superiors must be executed 100%.

This means that they have the most terrifying perfect execution ability in the world.

No matter who it is, if they want to hurt or even kill the warriors inside, they must first break the extremely solid magic plate armor, which is definitely not much easier than chiseling down a brick wall.

Moreover, the average height of over 2.4 meters, the strong and sturdy muscles, the uniform movements, and the sense of oppression created by standing still like a sculpture are an invisible deterrent to both the enemy and their own people.

When these eight thousand people stood on the horizon, the entire battlefield fell into silence in an instant.

Even the most noisy goblin subconsciously held his breath.

"Damn it! Does this guy Soth want to annihilate us all here? His army is too exaggerated! Especially those armors! The cost of one set is at least tens of thousands of gold coins!"

Fuzzol Chamberlain could not help cursing under his breath.

Although it is not uncommon in the continent of Faerun to perform magical transformation on soldiers and equip them with magical weapons and armor.

Many forces that have sufficient financial resources and powerful magical powers will get some of it to some extent.

But usually, the elite troops that are built at great expense are relatively small in size, usually only a few dozen to a few hundred people.

It is unprecedented for someone like Zuo Si to suddenly increase his wealth by several thousand or even close to ten thousand.

Even at the height of the elves' power, they could only muster about two thousand elite troops fully equipped with magical armor and weapons.

As for the rest, they still had to wear chain mail without any enchantment and hold ordinary swords and crossbows.

There is no doubt that this overwhelming disparity in wealth and power hurt Fuzzol Chamberlain.

At this moment he finally understood why Zuo Si had no reaction at all to his plundering of the wealth and resources of Baldur's Gate and West Heartland.

It's not that the other party didn't react, but that he simply didn't care about these leftovers and allowed himself to be plundered like a beggar.

"Then... do we still need to go out of the city to fight?"

A high-ranking officer from Zhentil Keep nearby, who was also a dark guard in the Church of Bane, the god of tyranny, asked cautiously.

Fu Zuoer Qian Borui glared at him and asked back: "If we don't go out, do you think we can hold on with the little force we have?"

Look up at the dragons in the sky and the riders on their backs! When these guys start to swoop down and attack, the city walls are of no use at all.

And don't forget, the other side has a large number of arcane spellcasters.

If we anger Thors, he might raze us and Baldur's Gate to the ground.

Go and notify everyone, we will be out of the city and forming a battle line in ten minutes.

Remember to put the temporarily recruited monsters at the front of the queue and our own people at the back.

As soon as it gets dark, we will get on the boat and head east along the river."

"Understood!"

The dark guard immediately understood and turned to convey the order to other commanders under him.

After about seven or eight minutes, the door of Baldur's Gate, which was originally closed, slammed open.

Tens of thousands of Zhentil Fort monsters emerged from the Dragon Bridge in a mighty force, marching forward for about two thousand meters before stopping and slowly spreading out.

Since the area near the Chongsa River near Baldur's Gate is almost a vast plain without any undulations or obstructions at a glance, it is very suitable as a battlefield for large-scale battles.

As per convention, before the battle started, Zuo Si, on behalf of the coalition forces, met with Fu Zuoer Chamberlain in front of the battlefield.

The latter asked directly as soon as they met: "How many people can I take away tonight?"

"No more than two thousand. After all, if I run too many, I won't be able to explain to the representatives of other towns."

Zuo Si gave an exact number very straightforwardly.

Through Xi Manmeng, the traitor, he already knew that the other party had sent away nearly two to three thousand people in advance.

Together with the garrisons left in several coastal port cities, there are almost four to five thousand people.

Therefore, giving around 2,000 places is enough for the other party to start a war to unify the Moon Sea.

Fuzor Chamberlain nodded slightly: "Okay, I understand. You won't block the river, nor will you let those dragon riders chase me, right?"

Zuo Si smiled and replied, "Of course not. My main target is those monsters. As long as I kill them all, this area should be able to be peaceful for a few years under my rule. Oh, by the way, remember to leave all those dragons to me."

"You don't need to remind me of this. I will keep them all. After all, if they are still alive, they will definitely come to trouble me later. I don't want to be harassed by a few vengeful black dragons or green dragons all day long."

After saying this, Fu Zuoer Chamberlain turned around and returned to his own army.

I'm afraid no one would know that these two seemingly irreconcilable enemies had actually reached a deal in private long ago.

Especially in Zhentil Castle, a large number of recruited monsters had no idea that they had been sold for a good price, and were still desperately trying to boost morale and defeat the powerful enemy in front of them to continue their glorious victory.

After returning to the coalition command center, Alustriel immediately couldn't help asking: "What did Fuzol Chamberlain tell you?"

"It's nothing, just some meaningless nonsense. After all, winning a war depends on hard power, and other tactics, strategies and other skills are just bricks and tiles on this basis." Zuo Si answered evasively.

"That's true. Whether in terms of military size, soldier quality, or the number of spellcasters, we are superior to the enemy. It's only a matter of time before we win."

Alustriel nodded in agreement.

As the lord of Silvermoon City and the leader of the entire Silvermoon Alliance, she had faced the tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of orc armies roaring in from the north more than once, and had long been accustomed to standing on the disadvantaged side and thinking about how to win.

But now, look at this huge coalition formed by almost all the towns on the west coast, and there is also a terrifying wizard group with more than a thousand people, including several legendary spellcasters.

Lose? Tell me how this lineup can lose! Just push forward and you can definitely win!

General Tyro, who came on behalf of King Shane VII, took the initiative to step forward and asked for a fight: "Your Excellency Lord Soth, please allow me to lead 3,000 camel cavalry to attack and teach those guys in Zhentil Castle a lesson."

Needless to say, these 3,000 camel cavalry are the reinforcements sent by Shane VII. They are also the most powerful and deterrent conventional military force in Southern Kalinshan.

Although camels look stupid and bulky, they seem to be only suitable as a means of transportation.

But whether it's their load-bearing capacity, physical strength, endurance to harsh environments, or sprinting speed, they are all much better than horses (camels can sprint at speeds of up to 75 kilometers per hour, while horses can only reach a maximum speed of 60 to 65 kilometers per hour).

Most importantly, camels are better suited to desert terrain.

In addition, the camel's back is much taller than that of a horse, and the height itself is a huge advantage in battles between knights.

Therefore, the combat effectiveness of the Karishshan camel cavalry has always been quite famous.

Most knights were equipped with scale armor, a bow, two bags of arrows, a cavalry lance, a shield, and a scimitar.

By the way, some of the heavy camels are also covered with armor, and their charging ability far exceeds that of ordinary heavy cavalry.

"Haha, don't be impatient, General. The game has just begun. Let's see what Fuzzol Chamberlain will do first."

Zuo Si smiled and politely rejected the general's proposal. He raised his hand and waved to Vera, who was the representative of the Six-member Council of Amn.

The latter was wearing a female armor with powerful magical effects today, which made her look quite heroic. A long sword emitting necromancy magic was hung around her waist, and her eyes were sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

It is obvious that this woman, eager to prove herself, loves war, and even more so the praise and cheers that come with winning a war.

Without any hesitation!

Vera came up to him and bowed with one hand on her chest: "Sir, do you have any instructions?"

"If I remember correctly, you've always wanted a chance to prove yourself, right?"

Zuo Si stared into the eyes of the young woman in front of him and asked meaningfully.

moment!

Vera seemed to realize something. She suddenly raised her head and answered excitedly, "Yes! I have always longed for a chance to prove myself! If you are willing to give it to me, I swear to be loyal to you forever and never betray you."

"Very good! Then I will hand over the command of the coalition forces to you now, so that you can realize your ideals and wishes. Remember, don't let me down, otherwise you will never have a second chance like this again."

After saying this, Zuo Si handed over the scepter in his hand, which symbolized the highest command authority, in front of countless shocked or incomprehensible looks.

"I swear on my life and my honor that I will never let you down."

Vera knelt on one knee and solemnly took the scepter, with a bright light flashing in her pupils.

There is no doubt that this was an unexpected and huge surprise for her.

Because as the last direct member of Salem's Allt family, Vera obviously had no experience in leading troops in battle.

Although she had read many books and notes on the subject, and even commanded her family's soldiers in a few small-scale battles, that was basically child's play in a war involving thousands or even tens of thousands of people.

In Vera's understanding, if she wanted to gain command of a battle, she must at least become the commander of an army of a thousand people, and then lead this army to win several battles against monsters or enemies.

Prove that you have talent and ability in this area through military achievements.

But now, Zuo Si suddenly handed over the command of an army of tens of thousands of people to her, which made her feel flattered and even inexplicably moved.

After watching this interesting woman turn around and leave, Alustriel couldn't help but question, "Are you crazy? I'm actually handing over the command of the army to a newcomer like you who has never had such experience!"

"Why do you say that?"

Zuo Si shrugged innocently and asked back.

"This Miss Vera should be the last heir of the Salem Quante family, right? If I remember correctly, she seems to have a very close relationship with the tragic extermination of her family?" Elastro narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively.

As a queen with extremely high political sensitivity, she could smell the conspiracy even if she didn't know much about the inside story.

Zuo Si nodded calmly: "Yes, that is the most shocking case that has ever happened in Amn since its founding.

You must know that the Salem Quant family is the uncrowned king of Amn. Whether it is wealth, political prestige, or magical power, it is second to none in the Council of Six.

Unfortunately, Selze Salem Quante was not satisfied with this and wanted more.

As a result, he transformed himself into a vampire, which ultimately led to this catastrophic tragedy.

Fortunately, this was just an internal conflict within the Salem Quante family, and it did not affect the civilian class, so the impact was not too great."

"So... Miss Vera, who survived, chose to rely on you to preserve her family's power and status?" Elastro continued to ask.

"Is this strange? Don't forget that I am the most powerful person in the entire Athkatla, and I am naturally able to ensure her safety and the political status of my family."

Zuo Si naturally gave an affirmative answer.

Although Alustriel did not believe a single word of his words, he could not produce any substantial evidence.

Most importantly, this matter is Amn's internal affairs.

Even the six-member council has made the decision, so outsiders naturally have no right to interfere.

However, the Queen of Silvermoon City always felt that as soon as the Salem Quante family encountered trouble, Vera defected to Zuo Si and played a crucial role in helping him seize power.

No matter how you look at it, this is a typical political struggle.

Just when she was trying to figure out the truth behind the whole thing, the two sides that had lined up finally began the battle.

The first to launch the attack were the Zhentil Keep side.

Fuzzle Chamberlain released all the goblins at once and launched a suicide charge like a tide.

Behind them are the gnolls who are responsible for holding the line, and behind the gnolls are the main force consisting of ogres, giants and trolls.

“Wa ...

"Charge! Kill all these humans!"

"I want more flesh and blood!"

…

Accompanied by incoherent shouts in the goblin language, this huge group of green-skinned monsters rushed madly towards the heavily armored warriors who were twice as tall as themselves.

In one hand they held a lit homemade torch, alchemical explosives, and a jar of oil-like substance, and in the other they held a sharp knife or dagger, intending to rush forward and set the weeds and bushes on fire, then take advantage of the chaos to break into the square formation and cut the ligaments on the enemy's legs.

Don't be fooled by the goblins' small size and thin body, and their overall threat level is not high.

But in fact, they are masters of arson and experts in creating chaos.

Before this, Fuzzol Chamberlain had used these cannon fodder to disperse many town armies that were not well organized and disciplined.

So he planned to repeat the same trick this time to see if these little monsters could create a miracle again.

But unfortunately, before the goblins could get close, the crossbowmen in the back took the lead and used compound bows with pulleys to shoot a large rain of arrows that was enough to cover the battlefield, and they fired four rounds in one breath.

The large number of sharp arrows that fell from the sky instantly nailed thousands of goblins to death on their way forward.

Since the goblins have no decent armor or shields, their protection against arrows is almost zero.

They fell down one after another like wheat being harvested, and there was even an uninhabited area filled with dead bodies.

In fact, those who were shot dead on the spot were relatively lucky.

The most unfortunate thing was that the arrow pierced through his body but did not hit the vital parts. He lay there screaming and wailing hysterically, trying to pull the arrow out of his body but had no strength.

In the end, I could only feel my body getting colder and my consciousness becoming more and more blurred in pain and despair, until I took my last breath.

However, this efficient death did not scare the goblins who had been brainwashed and controlled, and the subsequent parts continued to charge forward.

Because they have been clearly told that if they dare to turn around and run away, the gnolls, ogres and trolls behind them will be very happy to eat them as a snack.

Rather than being eaten alive, the goblins would apparently prefer to die on the charge.

"Damn it! I have never seen such desperate goblins in my life! Are they really goblins?"

A commander of a phalanx of archers couldn't help but curse through gritted teeth.

Because just when the shooters finished continuous shooting and were resting to relieve muscle fatigue, hundreds of goblins rushed forward, waving the explosives and flammable materials in their hands with their claws and teeth, trying to ignite the humans wrapped in iron cans in front of them.

But when they were just twenty or thirty meters away, a group of dwarves wearing light chain mail suddenly appeared, holding thick iron rods and taking aim.

The next second...

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—

Accompanied by crisp sounds and white smoke, lead bullets that are invisible to the naked eye are ejected from these alchemical muskets carefully crafted by craftsmen.

In a flash, one or two hundred goblins flew backwards uncontrollably, with blinding red blood spurting out from their chests, heads and other parts.

Needless to say, these dwarf musketeers are the musketeer troops providing support from Lantan Island.

Although their numbers are small, they can often exert amazing power when dealing with enemies who do not know magic.

Especially lead bullets, which can easily penetrate leather armor and mail at close range.

Not to mention small creatures like the goblins, even the gnolls behind them couldn't withstand it.

After a round of shooting, the dwarves quickly retreated to reload ammunition.

The plate-armored warriors of Amn's new army all raised their large shields as tall as a person, swung their heavy hammers in their other hands, and began to advance in a line.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! With the heavy and orderly footsteps, they finally started close combat with the goblins.

Then……

Then there was a bloody massacre!

When dealing with these small monsters without any armor, the soldiers who were over two meters four tall did not even use war hammers. They just relied on the impact force of the shields and the terrifying stomping of the steel boots under their feet to send the opponents to death in an instant.

By the time the last wave of goblins were all dead, the silver steel boots on their feet had been stained red with blood, and the land they walked on was filled with mutilated corpses and meat paste.

Yes!

It's meat sauce!

The kind of sticky stuff that's mixed with dirt, weeds and rocks and you can't tell what's what.

The pungent smell of blood made many representatives from various towns who had never seen such a scene subconsciously cover their mouths.

But immediately afterwards, a scene that made them even more terrified took place.

When these super heavy infantrymen collided with the gnolls, every time they swung their hammers, they could directly smash the opponent's head into a red and white paste, or simply dent the chest.

A wolf man, who was blood-thirsty, tried to open his mouth to bite the opponent's arm, but his teeth were stuck in the gap of the full body armor and couldn't be pulled out. A heavily armored warrior pinched his neck, pulled his entire head and spine out of his body and threw it into the air.

The killing was filled with the most primitive barbarity and violence, and it instantly made many people stop breathing.

Because they knew that these tall and strong human soldiers who had been strengthened by magic must have extremely amazing power.

But I never expected it to be so shocking.

This is far more terrifying than ogres, and even more terrifying than trolls and most giants.

Moreover, the soldiers' emotions never seemed to fluctuate, as if they were mechanical constructs simply executing the orders given by their commander.

When they are asked to move forward, they will move forward without hesitation, even if there is a man-eating monster taller than themselves standing in front of them;

When they are asked to retreat, they will stop without hesitation and retreat immediately even if they can kill an enemy immediately.

Such appalling obedience and discipline stunned not only the various forces within the coalition, but even Fu Zol Chamberlain shed tears of envy and jealousy.

He swore that he would only need two thousand such soldiers! No, one thousand or five hundred would do.

It will definitely be able to sweep across the entire Moon Sea and wipe out all those forces that refuse to submit to Zhentil Castle.

This is the most perfect soldier in the eyes of Bane, the great god of tyranny, and the most effective assistant and tool for the tyrant to exercise his rule.

Just as the Tyrant of the Moon Sea was obsessed with the amazing fighting power of the new army of Amn, a priest next to him could not help but remind him: "If you don't do something, our battle line will be broken."

"Send all the cavalry out to attack from the flanks. Be careful not to linger in a fight, harass them for a bit and then turn around and retreat. I've figured out that the biggest disadvantage of these heavily armored infantry is their movement speed."

Fuzzol-Chamberlain made quick adjustments.

Although trolls, ogres, and giants can fight these heavily armored soldiers to a certain extent.

But the problem is that the other side has a large number of priests casting divine spells for continuous treatment.

However, in order to facilitate his escape, he did not send the priests of the Church of Bane to the front line. Instead, he simply cast some long-lasting buff spells on them and left them on the battlefield.

"clear!"

The priest nodded vigorously and immediately turned around to give orders to the earth wolf cavalry who were waiting on the side.

After a while, accompanied by the howling of wolves, the wolf riders finally appeared on both wings.

If you look closely, you can also find a few white figures among the wolves.

You don't need to ask to know that it is the winter wolf that can spit out biting freezing cold.

Woo-woo-woo-woo

The leading hobgoblin warlord blew a low horn, and then began to detour from the side, trying to target the weak point of the infantry phalanx and launch a charge.

But before he could find the weak point, the ground shook slightly, followed by a deafening roar from a distance.

Looking up, I saw a group of heavily armored cavalrymen, wearing plate armor all over their bodies and as big as giant quadrupedal dinosaurs, starting to charge.

Following them were camel cavalry from the southern Shane Empire and heavily armored knights from Silvermoon City.

The overwhelming charge instantly turned the hobgoblins pale, and the cunning wargs and winter wolves under their crotches didn't even think about it, and immediately turned around and fled to the woods nearby.

After all, they are not domestic animals with low IQ like horses and camels, but magical creatures with an average intelligence of more than 10 points, just like humans.

Expecting the winter wolves and wargs to launch a charge knowing they will die?

Stop it! As soon as they realize that the situation is not good, they will immediately choose to run away.

When necessary, he would throw the knight off his back and use him as bait to delay the enemy's pursuit.

As the saying goes, a friend dies rather than I die.

It turns out that a mount that is too smart is not always a good thing...

(End of this chapter)