"Hold on tight to your shields! Maintain the battle line!"
Ackerman, with a horrifying scar on his face, stood at the forefront of the Redbrick Chapter and roared at the gladiators around him, "We are warriors under the command of the gods! The other side is nothing but a bunch of weak farmers!"
Before the words were even finished, the mob, like a tidal wave, crashed into the Froststone army's shield wall. The enormous impact, accompanied by a spreading ripple, was like a giant wave crashing against a cliff.
The impregnable Froststone Shield Wall took firm root, and no one was afraid or retreated. The momentum of the attack was immediately contained outside the shield.
Ackerman, shield in one hand and spear in the other, shouted, "Now!"
The warriors behind the shield formation let out a shout in unison, their shields jerking upwards and knocking back enemies who had struck them. Then, a forest of spears thrust out in unison, leaving bloody holes in the bodies of the foremost enemies.
"Retract! Step back! Re-establish shields!"
Following the commander's order, the shield-bearing warriors, after killing a group of enemies, sheathed their spears, retreated a few steps, and then raised their shields again to maintain the battle line.
Fried, the veteran barbarian warrior and leader of the Falcon Legion, held a longbow, his face no longer showing its former peace, but instead filled with boundless fighting spirit.
Enraged, he shouted to the archers around him, "All men, listen to my command! Launch volleys at an upward angle towards the enemy's central formation!"
Wave after wave of arrows rained down on the enemy's horde.
Lacking effective protection, the mob was harvested piece by piece under the barrage of arrows, like wheat fields after autumn.
Through the gap in his helmet, Ackerman watched a thin man who had been shot in the shoulder fall down, then struggle to his feet and launch another desperate charge against the Froststone army.
He frowned and growled, "Are these people insane?!"
In the sky, a dozen or so Valkyries rode griffins and circled above the battlefield.
Seeing tens of thousands of enemy troops charging towards the front line of the Froststone army, Ivy first whistled with her finger, then drew her bow and shot an arrow into the tide of enemies.
A short while later, the three Valkyries, each riding their own griffin, formed a triangular formation and swooped down in the direction from which the arrows had fallen.
Three griffins, each holding a net bag in its talons, each bag containing several spore parasites of varying sizes.
As the Valkyrie commanded her mount to swoop down over the target area, she suddenly pulled on the griffin's reins, and three net bags filled with spore parasites were thrown into the enemy ranks.
Seconds later, accompanied by a flash of white light, a violent explosion occurred on the battlefield. The enormous shock and wind pressure turned the area within hundreds of meters of the blast point into a dead zone where no one survived.
A mushroom cloud rose from the battlefield after the explosion, and blood and severed limbs washed over the earth like a torrential rain.
Rubbing her slightly ringing ears, Ivy shouted to the Valkyries in the air, "First team, return to the rear to replenish your insectoid bodies! Second team, prepare!"
Soon, a second and a third mushroom cloud rose on the battlefield.
Under such a blow, Ulster's mob army completely collapsed.
The enemy dropped their weapons, turned around, and ran frantically toward the edge of the battlefield.
Ackerman breathed a sigh of relief, shook off the blood, straightened up, and looked at the battlefield shrouded in black smoke ahead.
A figure crawling on the ground caught his attention.
A hunched boy of about twelve or thirteen years old, covered in blood, crawled toward the shield wall.
Ackerman stopped the spears of the soldiers around him, watched the boy crawl closer and closer, and asked, "Do you want to surrender?"
The boy raised his head, his eyes devoid of any will to live, and weakly whispered, "Death..."
"What?" Ackerman thought he had misheard. "What did you say?"
With the last of his strength, the boy picked up a broken sword from the ground, suddenly got up, and ran frantically toward the shield wall while shouting loudly.
Several spears thrust out, freezing the boy's body in place, unable to move an inch.
Ackerman peered through the gaps in the shield wall at the young man before him, who was determined to die, and asked in a low voice, "Why?"
The boy tossed aside the broken sword, as if he had accomplished the last major event of his life, and said with a smile, "Relief..."
Ackerman stood frozen in place, watching the corpse in front of him slide off the spear, fall to the ground, and die.
Just then, a deafening roar came from afar, instantly echoing throughout the entire battlefield.
Ackerman, prompted by his comrade, looked up and gazed into the distance.
At the edge of the battlefield shrouded in black mist, a strange red light appeared and disappeared intermittently, and occasionally a human scream could be heard.
Soon, the roar grew closer and closer, and the red light grew brighter and brighter.
The Ulster mobs that had fled turned back and charged toward the Froststone army's positions once more.
Those rioters running at the back were pierced by a high-speed red light and disappeared in an instant.
Ivy's eyes widened as she stared at the eerie red light on the battlefield. She put away her bow and arrows and shouted to her sisters, "Notify all battle commanders! Retreat! Retreat immediately!"
A Valkyrie glanced over the battlefield and said to Ivy, "It may take some time for all chapters to retreat."
"What did you say?!"
Looking back, Evie realized that the chapter commanders had deliberately chosen a narrow pass in a canyon as the battleground to confront Ulster's tens of thousands of troops.
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