Earth Dragon City!
When the old general of the Principality of Piroshu arrived with his troops, he was met with a massive army of tens of thousands of magical beasts at the city gate.
The lion has golden fur and two tails. Its vital parts are completely covered by thick black iron armor. Its sharp claws have been lengthened, and its two tails are encircled with spiked iron rings.
There was a huge bison nearly two meters tall, its entire body covered in spiked armor. The armor reflected a faint green light, telling them that it was poisonous.
...
The monsters come in all shapes and sizes, and without exception, they are all armed to the teeth.
Their eyes were filled with ferocity.
They all remembered their lord's pre-battle speech: "If we win, we'll live the high life, and he'll give us wives. If we lose, the others will eat us! I don't support useless people!"
General Piroshu looked at the tens of thousands of ferocious beasts in front of him, then looked up at the countless cannons on the city wall.
The four vice deans stood at the highest point, looking down.
The four of them actually didn't want to come. They moved their whole family here only to find out they'd been tricked by that dragon.
That dragon does not concern itself with most matters in the academy, but it firmly controls the main direction of development. Moreover, there are four vice deans and a dean of students whose power is no less than theirs.
It wasn't the situation they imagined—a situation of absolute power—but rather a power struggle among five parties.
Of course, gradually, the resentment in my heart didn't get so strong.
The academy in Dragon Territory grew rapidly, and their power and status increased at an astounding pace. Gradually, they realized that they had not made the wrong decision.
But they are civilized people who teach, and now they have been inexplicably driven to the battlefield by that dragon. What's going on here?
General Piroshu frowned deeply. The tens of thousands of magical beasts in front of him were poised to attack at any moment, and the cannons above were aimed directly at them.
Fortunately, they should not have entered the full range of the magic cannon's attack.
But if they fight, they will still suffer heavy losses. However, they cannot retreat either, as they cannot outrun those tens of thousands of magical beasts. If they retreat, their army will collapse like a house of cards.
"Form ranks!"
The old general ordered that 100,000 of the 150,000 troops come from the Principality of Piroshu, and belong to the old general's direct subordinates.
At this moment, as soon as the order was given, they were the ones who reacted the fastest.
They quickly formed ranks, their fighting spirit high!
Black smoke rose above the heads of 100,000 people, and the phantom of a warrior clad in black armor appeared, holding a heavy sword and looking down with a cold gaze.
Judging from the warrior's phantom appearance, it bore a six or seven-tenths resemblance to the old general, surrounded by boundless murderous aura.
The other five stood behind the old general.
The three were from the Principality of Piroshu, either native talents nurtured by the country or powerful outsiders who received tribute from the nation.
A man dressed in black, with a purple flame on his chest, had a larger-than-average frame and a cold, piercing gaze.
The last person was rather unassuming, dressed in coarse linen clothes, ordinary gray boots, and a thin silver chain around his neck. His features were neither handsome nor ugly, quite ordinary, and he stood at the very back of the group.
His name is Bru, and he comes from a very weak duchy with little reputation. If his country hadn't joined the war this time, he probably wouldn't have shown his face.
The five people simultaneously unleashed their auras, their terrifying power instantly overwhelming the tens of thousands of demonic beasts, throwing these brainless fools into panic.
On the city wall, the four deans also began to unleash their power, but they were clearly no match for their opponents.
Just then, another aura erupted, carrying a strong sense of vitality.
A figure emerged, shrouded in a black robe, with emerald green eyes gazing downwards.
The five auras clashed, and although they were not evenly matched, they were nearly equal.
The restless monsters below gradually quieted down.
Seeing this, the old general's eyes gradually turned cold. He had fought for nearly 70 years and killed countless people. Did he really think that a mere tens of thousands of monsters could stop him?
"kill!"
As the sound faded, the 150,000-strong army stepped forward in unison, the deafening footsteps startling the monster horde, and tens of thousands of monsters began to charge.
The battlefield below instantly turned into a meat grinder.
"Why aren't you firing?"
One of the four deans spoke up.
"They haven't fully entered the attack range yet, and now that they're firing, we're the ones suffering the most losses!"
The dean in charge of the alchemy department explained that after taking over the department, he had done some research on things like magic cannons and was very familiar with their range.
If we fire now, at most we'll just kill our own Warcraft army.
However, they soon had no time to discuss these things, as four figures in the sky quickly attacked them.
Apart from an old general from the Principality of Piroshu, the other four had already charged towards the city walls.
The five men quickly engaged in battle and were barely able to hold their own.
...
On the other side, the army attacked the city, and people were falling every moment as they fought each other.
On the city wall, the four members of the Purple Fire Mercenary Group were showing increasing signs of defeat.
The old general of the Duchy of Roland frowned repeatedly: "Go and help them!"
He spoke to the honored man who was protecting him.
"But……"
This honor was somewhat hesitant.
"No buts. They're dead. Do you think you can take on seven by yourself?"
"You don't need to worry about my safety. We've waited so long and no one else has appeared, so our opponent probably hasn't hidden any more strength!"
The old general spoke, his tone firm and authoritative, leaving no room for doubt.
The honored one nodded, turned and rushed up the city wall.
He gripped his longsword, six halos emanating from his body, and with a fierce strike, tore a hole in the magic circle from the outside.
The pressure on the four people inside was greatly reduced, and they bravely charged outwards.
The magic circle gradually developed more damage and began to crumble.
The situation seems to be gradually turning around.
But the battlefield below...
A soldier bravely climbed the city wall, but before he could even stand firm, he was met with a cold blade and indifferent eyes beneath his dark armor.
A young general, brave and fierce, relying on his status as a great knight, charged up the city wall, shattered the iron armor with a single stroke, and cut a man in half at the waist.
But the next moment, two black-armored warriors joined forces to attack him.
He fought off two men, only to be met with a combined attack from four...
His eyes widened as he fought like a madman, unleashing his strongest power, only to be strangled by the eight men.
Before he died, he looked into the city, which was pitch black.
...
Old Jelly calmly watched the battlefield atop the city walls; this almost one-sided massacre was not unexpected.
Because he personally led this army according to the dragon's method.
One hundred thousand strong men, fed the best food, drunk the best drinks, used the best equipment, and trained the toughest, underwent more than a year of bloody fighting, becoming the most ferocious killing machines.
The legendary and terrifying Twilight Forest has already had a third of its outer area wiped out by them, and now they have begun to explore the inner areas.
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