"Griffins? Could I be mistaken? Where did they get such a high-level unit?"
“I didn’t see wrong. Although it was just a shadow, I will never forget the shadow of being attacked by the griffin!” the dwarf scout leader said, trembling.
In sight, the human empire's rebel army stretched out in large numbers towards the narrow forest corridor.
However, due to the narrowness of the corridor, their troops could not fully deploy in a parallel formation, and the troops and soldiers on both sides could only be obscured by the dense forest!
Naturally, there's no question of long-range fire suppression.
Abbott Bodu immediately recognized the advantages of choosing this location to start the battle: "The White Horse Lord has indeed chosen an advantageous battleground. The narrow, corridor-like terrain prevents the enemy's 300-plus archers from exerting their proper ranged suppression. They can only form a flat square formation and engage in shooting and throwing!"
Where is he?
The dark horizon, obscured by the forest, casts long, dark shadows stretched out by the sun.
The white horse lord, in stark contrast, appeared on a distant hill, reining in his horse!
"It really was him!!"
For some reason, Abbott Bodu felt a strange sense of awe towards the white horse lord before him...
Beside him still followed the stunningly beautiful young female mage.
She rode her chestnut warhorse, quietly leaning against the White Horse Lord.
But none of these factors were enough to shock them!
To the utter astonishment of the dwarven scouts present, as well as Abbott Bodu, who had been tasked by Lord of Northhold, General "Redhammer" Boduon, to monitor the movements of the human players, and the dwarven scouts themselves, the following was...
Sure enough, a large number of dwarves appeared beside the white horse lord.
"Is what Loire Bragg said true? Did his dwarf troops really surrender to this White Horse Lord and willingly accept his recruitment?"
"This is completely illogical!"
Those dwarven Chosen Ones—Loire Bragg, Donsf Oleg, and the resurrected Nikita Pandoko—had joined all the defeated Chosen One players in submitting intelligence to General "Redhammer" Podun and the dwarven sages of the Northern Fortress, claiming their troops had been recruited by the enemy. Furthermore, the human White Horse Lord who defeated them was very likely a Chosen One (player)!
When this message was passed on, it was immediately regarded as a worthless excuse and a joke by the people of the dwarven northern fortress.
Abbott Bodu initially didn't believe the news either.
They considered this a lame excuse from the dwarven chosen ones.
However, he was still extremely surprised when a phalanx of nearly 100 dwarves appeared under the command of this White Horse Lord, who was known for his ragtag army!
"Damn traitor!"
One of the dwarven scouts' subordinates had tears in his eyes. Weren't dwarves always sworn enemies of humans? How could they have been recruited into the ranks of this white horse lord? This... this simply doesn't make sense!
"What's going on?"
"A second-tier dwarf unit? Nearly 100 people?"
David's subordinates were two European player lords, who stared blankly at the scene in the distance.
"Wasn't it supposed to be that following Lord David meant living a life of luxury, looting, burning, killing, and pillaging? How come we're being attacked by dwarves? Could a large dwarf army have appeared too?"
This human player's concern is not unfounded, especially once the dwarven empire's forces appear.
These rebels may really be in trouble.
Lord's Log: "Local troops' morale -4 due to the appearance of dwarf soldiers."
The mere appearance of the dwarven forces caused the Imperial rebels to fall into a state of paranoia. While it didn't lead to chaos or a rebellion, it certainly served as a deterrent to the human rebels, who were fleeing with guilty consciences.
The gloomy old man in the cloak, David Felesev, gazed into the distance and issued the first attack order:
"Archers, fire!"
Even though the Imperial rebel peasant archers, second-tier soldiers, cannot spread out their formation to form a U-shape.
Due to the limitations of the special terrain.
The left and right flanks of the Human Empire were unable to form an effective cavalry arc charge and suppression, but despite this, they still possessed an absolute advantage in numbers, and David Felesev also believed they had an absolute advantage in the quality of their troops.
But soon, David Felesev realized that he was wrong!
"Impossible! How could this be the strength of a Tier 1 unit!?"
With 30 points in all attributes, Su Yue's soldiers have terrifying stat boosts. Combined with lord talents like "Royal Charm, Heroic Leadership (Morale) +5, Defense +2," "Tenacity," and "Backstab," his Tier 1 troops perform like they're approaching Tier 3 combat power!
Even more outrageous and terrifying is the special role bonus Europa provides as a territory general: +45% attack tempo and +30% movement speed. These two bonuses, when applied to Su Yue's low-tier cavemen, make them move incredibly fast, resulting in an unbelievably rapid attack pace!
With ferocity reminiscent of wolves pouncing on a flock of sheep, the first wave of close combat erupted on the steep slope and narrow corridor!
"!!!!"
"Our close combat units have engaged the enemy!"
The white-horse-riding commander held the reins. In this battle, the enemy numbered nearly 1,600 (including 100 farmers). He gazed at the carts of gold and silver treasures in the distance. He felt that the enemy was like Dong Zhuo, who had plundered and abandoned Luoyang, while he himself was like Cao Cao.
Cao Cao launched a surprise attack on Dong Zhuo, who was fleeing overnight, but was defeated by Lü Bu. However, did the enemy have someone like Lü Bu by his side?
"The 30-point boost to all attributes has made my soldiers somewhat resemble Tier 3 troops..."
With the swing of the dwarf long-bearded hammer-wielder's great hammer, one human imperial rebel infantryman after another was turned into mincemeat and bloody mud!
The sky was suddenly covered by a patch of tiny black dots.
Su Yue knew that this was the first volley from the enemy archers.
"hehe……"
"If we can achieve a 1:2 kill ratio, this battle can be won easily... but to avoid losses and casualties, Europa."
"exist."
The stunningly beautiful ninth-rank archangel, dressed in black with silver armor, exuded extraordinary heroism.
"Pay attention to the movement of the enemy's catapults."
"clear."
...
David Felesev frowned deeply... He simply couldn't understand how these Tier 1 units had withstood the attack of their human infantry regiments, the regular army! What made him even more suspicious was that among these incredibly elite... cavemen and big-eared monsters, there was actually a group of Tier 2 and Tier 3 dwarves who had forcefully carved a bloody path through the frontal battle!
Their initially high morale began to plummet! The soldiers, now engaged in close combat, were immediately at a significant disadvantage!
"That's impossible!"
"When did the Big-Eared Monster acquire this level of combat power?"
"Their speed is incredible! Their attack frequency and speed are also far from ordinary!"
David Felesev said, "Use the catapults."
"Now?"
Walter Lawrence, the leader of the rebels and their lieutenant, stood aside and asked.
"Yes, many soldiers at the front have already begun to desert... but the enemy seems determined to fight to the death... don't they feel pain or experience a drop in morale?" If a unit loses two-thirds of its men, the remaining troops will generally begin to flee en masse. But what puzzled David Felesev was that this ragtag army under the White Horse Lord was...!
His men were all fighting to the death and refusing to retreat?
"Swish swish!"
The peasant archers, carrying poisoned arrows, planted themselves in the clashing enemy lines at the front. But to David Felesev's horror, while his archers did inflict casualties, the ratio of casualties remained a terrifying 1:3!
"Damn it... Who exactly is this White Horse Lord? Have you ever heard of him in the human empire?"
David Felesev's expression began to change, and his voice started to tremble...
They absolutely cannot be stopped!
Once the empire behind him learns that the territories of Gwof and Grugien have been burned, it will surely retaliate... But this is the only way to reach his superior's position... In this weather where he cannot pass through, he and the White Horse Lord's troops are bound to clash!
Otherwise, no lord would allow a rebel force of nearly 1,700 men to cross his territory, in case they launch another raid.
"Catapult!"
The battlefield in darkness is not at night, but in daylight.
However, the towering, dense forests all around blocked part of the view, making the battlefield extremely chaotic.
"Their troops definitely number over 500!!"
"This is an indisputable fact!"
Albert, a player from the human world of Turin in Europe, exclaimed in horror, "This is definitely not a Tier 1 caveman."
What is that?
"This is a third-tier cave-dwelling overlord!"
The ranks of troops are inherently hierarchical, with each rank suppressing the next. The first-rank soldiers under the command of the enemy's White Horse Lord were displaying the strength of third-rank troops. While the support of their armor and weapons certainly played a part, this was simply too outrageous and exaggerated!
"What terrifying lord could enable a Tier 1 soldier to perform at this level?"
"The casualty rate is still increasing!"
"My two infantry regiments have lost their morale! They are raising white flags and retreating."
Lord's Log: "Your troops have suffered a fatal blow, with casualties exceeding 70%, morale down by 30, triggering surrender and rout status!"
"What about the right flank? What about our cavalry?"
Albert shouted angrily. As a player, he naturally didn't want his subordinates to be assigned to cannon fodder units. But the White Horse Lord's enemy and opponent before him was too dangerous, too terrifying.
"The cavalry has appeared, and the catapults have appeared too! The turning point has arrived!"
Another player lord turned around and saw seven enormous field catapults on a clearing on the hillside, recently cleared by logging. Pushed by fifty or sixty human soldiers, the wheels moved slowly, kicking up layers of dust!
"They're here! Our troops have siege equipment, but they don't!"
"A force of 1,600 men, how could they possibly be a match for us!"
But at that moment...
The human general on the white horse in the distance had eyes as sharp as a hawk's as he looked at the catapults of the human empire's rebel army... "Europa."
"exist."
The young girl looked at the white-horse lord before her with eyes full of adoration.
"It's time for our fifth-tier great griffin to make its appearance."
A terrifying problem loomed large.
If the Tier 1 units under Su Yue's command can unleash the formidable power of Tier 3 units, then what about the Tier 5 Griffin?
With the support of Su Yue's divine ruler, and under his command, what kind of threat and destructive power would that be?
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