Chapter 300 Albert's Wolf, War Begins!

About thirty kilometers south of the Scaled Earth Road, deep in the vast, desolate wilderness of Sel.

It was late at night, and both the real and the illusory moons were completely swallowed up by thick, dense clouds. Their dim light could hardly penetrate the clouds, so the vast land below was shrouded in a thick, almost tangible darkness that was suffocating.

However, within this impenetrable darkness, a winding, writhing fire dragon is silently moving forward.

It was a torrent of elite cavalry and warriors, clad in fine heavy armor, wielding spears and lances, armed to the teeth, and alchemical golems! The faint magical glow emanating from the gaps in their armor and the aura of alchemical runes converged, forcefully dispelling large swathes of darkness and becoming the only vibrant band of light in the night.

This force is the elite private army belonging to the Albert family, a direct force cultivated by Earl Mills with countless efforts and resources.

In the general perception of the world, although the private armies of nobles are well-equipped and well-treated, they are often inferior to the regular border troops who are always ready for battle and fighting on all sides when it comes to the ability to fight and kill.

This view is largely correct, but it certainly does not apply to the Albert family.

The Albert family rose to prominence through their distinguished military achievements and maintains close ties with the military system of the Duchy of Raymond. Their private army's core members are carefully selected directly from the elite of the military.

While providing them with the most abundant resources for training, they also carry out almost brutal military training year-round, and often send them to the edge of war zones where there are real conflicts, using the most real blood and fire to hone these soldiers into real sharp blades!

When they fought for the Albert family, they were a private army.

But if you take them to any battlefield where war rages, they can instantly transform into a fearsome, battle-hardened elite force!

At this moment, at the very front of this silent and dangerous group was a burly knight whose entire body was almost entirely covered in thick, ferocious, battle-scarred dark armor, with only a pair of eyes that gleamed with a cold, sharp light in the shadow of his helmet showing.

He carried a heavy tower shield on his back and a sheathless two-handed greatsword with a blade that gleamed with runes at his waist.

Unlike the standard alchemical weaponry commonly equipped by other soldiers.

If someone were to observe closely, they would discover that every piece of equipment he wore, from his helmet to his boots, was engraved with incredibly complex and meticulously crafted runes, emanating a power fluctuation far more profound and restrained than that of ordinary alchemical enhancements.

Anyone familiar with the Warrior path would instantly recognize the extraordinary profession of this leader.

Rune Knights – a powerful and rare advanced branch of the Warrior path. They do not rely on external objects, but rather control supernatural runes, fusing their power into their martial arts and equipment to unleash destructive and defensive capabilities far beyond common sense.

This rune knight leader is named Rod Albert.

He shared the same noble surname as Earl Mills, but had no noble blood whatsoever.

He was an orphan with no parents, and no one knew his lineage or the land where he was born.

From the time he could remember, his life was closely intertwined with the cold stone walls and bland porridge of the orphanage sponsored by the Albert family.

The turning point in his life occurred during his childhood.

During a fierce conflict within the orphanage, he displayed a ferocity and resilience far beyond his years, which led to his selection and removal from the orphanage.

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He underwent the most brutal training and grew up in the most dangerous jungle of swords; every honor he earned was inextricably linked to fighting for the Albert family.

When he turned thirty and his body was covered with indelible marks of merit, the leaders of the Albert family finally gave him genuine recognition.

He was formally incorporated into the family genealogy and given the surname Albert, a name that symbolizes honor.

He even married a lady from a noble family with true aristocratic lineage, officially becoming a member of the Albert family.

From that moment on, he lived for his family, fought for his family, and was willing to die for his family.

Because of his reputation for being ruthless, cold-blooded, and decisive in his actions.

Rhodes also had a formidable title in the army—Albert's Wolf, General Wolf.

At this moment, the face of "Albert's Wolf," hidden beneath his cold helmet, tightened slightly, and his brows furrowed imperceptibly.

He abruptly raised his steel-encased arm, making a clean and decisive stop gesture, his voice rolling across the silent wilderness like muffled thunder.

"stop!"

Once an order is issued, the law follows.

Almost the instant General Wolf gave his low shout, the entire army, which had been moving with the precision of a machine, came to an abrupt halt. All the soldiers froze in place, their movements perfectly synchronized, and a chilling silence filled the entire ranks.

Rhodes slightly raised his head, his cold gaze sweeping forward like a hawk's, scrutinizing the scene with a solemn expression.

Standing directly in front of the group was a rugged and eerie hill that looked particularly rugged under the heavy night sky. Its outline resembled an ancient behemoth lying on the ground, poised to pounce. The surrounding terrain was intricate and complex, making it an ideal location for an ambush.

Rhodes's fighting instincts, honed from countless escapes from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, allowed him to keenly sense the dangerous atmosphere permeating the air.

This place is only about 30 kilometers away from the base of the Iron Smelting Tribe.

Since the Earl intended to crush those monsters in an indisputable and honorable manner, they did not conceal their whereabouts much during this trip, and it is highly likely that they have already been exposed.

Any leader of the Ironforge tribe with even the most basic strategic vision would have chosen to lay an ambush on this hill, waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out.

Anyway, if he were in charge, he would definitely do it this way.

If it were an arrogant noble commander, he might have taken it for granted that the monster was barbaric and stupid, ignorant of military strategy, and therefore not worth worrying about.

But Rod Albert never thought that way.

Never underestimate any of your enemies.

This is an ironclad rule that General Wolf earned with the blood of countless comrades and enemies.

The Ironforge tribe, which Earl Mills was willing to use his family's resources to attack, could not be a pushover and must be given the utmost attention.

"Sienna."

General Wolf turned his head slightly, his deep voice coming through the gaps in his visor: "Immediately deploy alchemical heavy artillery, target the hill ahead, and conduct a saturation bombardment!"

Sienna, the female alchemist, is one of the two high-ranking spellcasters accompanying the army.

The other was the guardian Sanchez, who looked to be about fifty years old and had a solemn expression. He followed closely behind Rhodes along with the alchemist.

Alchemists, needless to say, possessed alchemical technology that was a significant part of the civilization of the planet Bernado.

Protectors, on the other hand, specifically refer to spellcasters who specialize in protective spells.

The core of their magic lies in obstruction, expulsion, and protection.

Some opponents may argue that this approach to magic is too passive, only knowing how to avoid and refuse, lacking the skills to take the initiative in attack.

But every true protector firmly believes that stopping negative effects, protecting fatal weaknesses, and expelling evil influences are not empty words, but a proud and vital mission.

"Yes, General."

The alchemist immediately accepted the order and used his personal communication device to issue commands to the squad of sorcerers operating the heavy artillery behind him.

The heavy alchemical cannon base was quickly and firmly placed on the ground, and the dark muzzles, engraved with energy circuits, slowly rose, coldly adjusting their angles, and aimed at the ominous hill.

However, before they could fully prepare for the shelling...

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Three deafening dragon roars resounded.

Iron Dragon Sorog, Red Dragon Samantha, and White Dragon Therese tore through the thick clouds and hovered in the sky. With roars and fury, their dragon might poured out like water bursting its banks, as if a raging storm had swept through.

The dragon's might is by no means a simple, intangible aura.

It has an even more fitting name—fierce and powerful!

This is a legitimate spell-like ability, and like dragon breath, it is one of the core skills that can continuously grow stronger as the dragon ages and its power increases.

A noticeable commotion immediately broke out among the troops below.

Even these battle-hardened, elite soldiers were more or less strongly influenced by the dragon's might.

In their awe-inspiring perception, the figures of the three giant dragons in the sky seemed to be expanding infinitely, transforming into towering, invincible, terrifying mountains that instilled despair and made it difficult to muster the courage to resist.

at the same time.

Rumble!

The earth began to tremble slightly!

The centaur warriors' heavy hooves crushed the rocks along the way, and the giant wolves' claws ploughed deep furrows in the hard, dry ground. Like a flood bursting its banks, they charged down the hills ahead, followed by muscular ogre warriors who looked like miniature giants, and an even larger horde of gnolls, kobolds, lizardmen, and other monster minions that surged forth like a tide.

Three enormous, robust beast figures are clearly visible among them.

The monster army, like a black tide of death, surged towards the human army, which had just been intimidated by the dragon's might and was in disarray.

Just then.

The guardian Sanchez raised the staff in his hand, which was inlaid with a large yellow crystal. Before anyone knew it, his rapid incantation had come to an end!

"In the name of order, provide protection!"

The moment the last resounding syllable left his lips, he swung his staff down with a sudden thud.

Protects against dragon-like spiritual light.

An invisible yet powerful light suddenly spread out from the staff, reaching all directions.

This spell has a strong targeted resistance effect against the abilities of dragons, especially against dragon might, and can effectively weaken the intimidating power of dragons below the level of adult dragons.

An invisible aura swept over the soldiers' bodies, and the soldiers, who had been gripped by fear and whose hands and feet were cold, instantly regained their clarity and determination, and their wavering morale was stabilized.

"Fire! Fire immediately! Free fire!"

The two sides have not yet truly engaged in close combat, which is the best time for our alchemical heavy artillery to unleash its devastating long-range firepower. We must not give those charging monsters a chance to adjust their formation.

The muzzles of several alchemical cannons, which were already prepared, instantly spewed out beams of energy so hot they turned white, along with heavy projectiles encased in alchemical explosives, tearing through the night sky with a piercing shriek.

They traced deadly parabolas in the air, aiming directly at the horde of monsters surging down from the hillside, intending to completely shatter and crush their momentum before even making contact with a rain of steel and fire!

However, what caught humanity off guard was...

Almost simultaneously, equally fierce and precise alchemical artillery fire erupted from the gloomy hill opposite.

Human shells and monster shells clashed, intercepted, and collided in the air, exploding into dazzling, deafening bursts of enormous fireworks that instantly illuminated the entire battlefield as if it were daytime.

Of course, not all shells were intercepted precisely.

Human-made shells still pierced through the interwoven web of fire, slamming into the charging monster wave below the mountain, exploding into several bursts of blood and flesh mixed with severed limbs. Similarly, several shells from the hills, accompanied by a shrill whistle, crashed into the human army's ranks, overturning soldiers who couldn't dodge in time and the base of an alchemical golem, causing a brief period of chaos and painful screams.

The human officers were then horrified to realize that the Ironforge tribe also possessed alchemical weapons of considerable scale and power.

Besides the heavy cannons that kept spitting fire, you could also see some steel golems that were even larger and more imposing than ogres, marching with heavy steps and emitting deafening engine roars, charging forward like mobile fortresses along with the monster torrent.

This completely unexpected scene left General Rhodes of the Wolf in awe, even a fleeting moment of disbelief.

But this is definitely not the time to delve into where these weapons and golems came from.

Since both sides possess powerful long-range projectile firepower, continuing to stay in place and engage in a firefight will only increase unnecessary casualties.

When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave one will prevail.

Only by charging forward, only through close-quarters combat and bloody battles, can the victor be decided and the outcome of this battle determined!

"For the glory of the Albert family!"

General Wolf drew his greatsword from his back, its blade pointing directly at the surging tide of monsters ahead, and roared a deafening battle cry: "All troops, attack! Crush them! Leave no one alive!"

The order to attack was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the entire battlefield.

Whoosh—Buzz!

Upon receiving the command signal, the engines of the Alchemy Golems belonging to the Albert family instantly roared at full power, and their huge metal bodies burst out with astonishing speed, crushing forward like a torrent of steel!

One by one, the heavily armored human warriors, their eyes cold as ice, yet their steps swift as the wind, followed the moving steel defense line, launching a desperate counterattack against the oncoming tide of death.

Neither side showed any intention of backing down.

Under the dazzling light of the interwoven cannon fire, the torrent of steel and flesh, accompanied by deafening shouts and roars, crashed together fiercely and relentlessly.

(End of this chapter)