But there were constant gunshots from the army formation on Clancy's side. Taking advantage of the chaos, musket bullets were fired one after another through the gaps in the war rhinoceros and shot towards the troops behind.
"These nobles who have been pampered for many years are still no match for us. We still have to rely on us." Behind the imperial army, a young man riding on a red dragon shook his head, then controlled the red dragon under him to rise into the wind.
Following the captain, dragon knights riding red dragons followed one by one, and the Blood Wing Red Dragon Knights appeared in the sky again.
roar--
The red dragon roared, flames gushed out, pouring down from the sky, sweeping towards the silver-white steel army of Clancia.
Pieces of pale blue hexagonal light curtains rose up, briefly blocking the pouring flames.
"Huh, we finally caught up." Tilera looked at the thin light curtain, took a breath, and then continued to give orders.
"Have the reserve mages at the back prepare a defensive barrier. We can't keep wasting our energy and mana fighting the red dragon's flames. This way, we'll have additional measures to deal with emergencies."
"Yes, Chief Tilera." Several deep blue mages pressed their chests to salute, then rushed to the rear of the army and asked the mid- and low-level mages to start preparing.
In this protracted war, both sides continue to escalate the situation, and the extraordinary people on both sides begin to converge into the vortex of war. Whether they are the descendants of mages, priests of the sanctuary, orcs in the north, martial mountain people, remnants of the desert, or tribes in the westerly land, they will all be caught up in the wave of resistance against the imperial attack.
On the other side, the old nobles in the empire also led their own private armies into the battlefield. Among them were the mountain hunters from the cold forests of the north, the axe-wielding heavy guards from the west, the nimble cavalry from the east, the dragon-raising messengers from the south, and the red-robed messengers from the central court. They would all contribute their strength for the glory of the empire.
The bloody and fiery setting sun, the once beautiful wilderness, is destined to turn into a horrific strangulation field, shattering countless flowers of life.
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