Chapter 443, Section 442: Just a rabble.
Inside Dragon Roar Valley, many winding plank roads have been carved into the steep cliffs on both sides of the pass.
The relentless gale swept through the narrow valley entrance, emitting a continuous and mournful "dragon's roar."
The natural, turbulent airflow is enough to block weak flying units, while the defenders, positioned high on the walkway, can provide deadly firepower to the only passage below, making it a simple yet practical defensive design.
In a relatively wide boardwalk, Lorenzo was carefully inserting a thin silver needle into Alama's bare arm.
When the needle was pulled out, a trace of blood came out with it.
He skillfully cast several detection spells, and the faint magical light flickered on the blood sample for a moment before extinguishing.
"Fortunately, the blood poison didn't penetrate too deeply and has been completely cleared." Lorenzo put away his tools, but his tone wasn't relaxed. "But...your current physical condition..."
“I know my own body best,” Alama said, standing up from her chair.
His face was unnaturally pale, and at first glance, he even bore a strange resemblance to those vampires, which was one of the effects of residual blood poison.
Lorenzo hesitated for a moment, then finally asked the question he had been holding back for so long: "Really... are you not going to consider my suggestion and withdraw to Oath City first?"
Alama walked slowly to the edge of the plank road, gripped the rough wooden railing, and looked down at the soldiers below who were still busy reinforcing the fortifications: "Abandon these men who have fought alongside me until now, and run back like cowards over mountains and valleys? That kind of behavior is usually called desertion."
Lorenzo wasn't bothered by being accused of deserting in the face of battle. He continued, "But given your current condition, and the state of the army, we simply can't hold out. The demon troll forces have arrived, and the pass will fall within two days at the latest. If we both die here, the United Kingdom... will truly have no hope."
"Even if the fleeing commander survives, he won't be able to rally the troops again, and the next defeat will only be more humiliating. Perhaps if we linger here another day, Elwayne might have a sliver of a chance..."
Lorenzo's proposed plan was to lead warriors with strength at the Gold level or above to escape back over the cliff.
But if Alama wanted to escape, he wouldn't have retreated into Dragonroar Valley in the first place. He was willing to risk his life to slow down Sigismund's progress and buy the Three Mountain City Sword Saint a few more days to recover, even if those few days might ultimately be meaningless.
Seeing this, Lorenzo sighed heavily, like a deflated balloon, and casually sat down on a flat rock, no longer trying to persuade him.
Alama glanced at him: "Aren't you leaving?"
This made Lorenzo laugh in anger: "Leave? You said it yourself, I'm doomed anyway, why would I leave?! You old bastard! You usually seem reckless and impulsive, but you've become shrewd when you're about to die. You want to step on my back to make a good name for yourself after death? Keep dreaming!"
As Alama looked at his old partner, who had always tried to procure supplies for him over the decades and never let the High Fortress fall into shortage, a rare, genuine smile appeared on his usually serious and rigid face.
He then turned his gaze back to the direction where the demon army was gathering outside the valley, and muttered to himself with some doubt: "They've been shouting for so long and still haven't attacked... What trick is Sigismund playing now?"
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Outside Dragon Roar Valley.
At this moment, Sigismund's eyes glowed crimson as he shared his vision with a bat familiar high above, taking in the strange team that his subordinates had previously reported.
That's really strange.
A large number of storm elemental spirits left the elemental disorder zone and headed this way.
Behind them were thousands of human soldiers and an endless expanse of countless plops.
It's one thing to mention Puji, although we haven't made contact with the Sigismund front, the shared intelligence did mention the new human profession "Puji Master".
These puji may seem numerous, but they are not a threat. Given a similar number, our army can easily crush them.
The real problem is...
"When did humans acquire the means to control storm elementals?"
If it's just about controlling a single elemental spirit, that's not difficult; the demon race also has mages who can do that.
But thousands of storm elementals... has that driven all the elementals from that area in front of us here?
It has not yet been clearly identified who is driving this.
Moreover, although the team was not large in number, it was quite unexpected that humanity could assemble such a support force at this time.
Who will be the head coach?
"Hey," a voice popped into my head at an inopportune moment, "So, how's it going? Confident of winning?"
When faced with his roommate's daily "concern," Sigismund casually brushed it off, saying, "Just a bunch of rabble."
"Oh... what a rabble..."
As usual, the roommate fell silent after asking the question.
Having personally confirmed the composition of the attacking army, Sigismund immediately began deployment.
He first ordered Verallis to lead her troops to firmly guard the valley entrance to prevent Alama from taking the opportunity to break out and cause trouble. Then he quickly issued a series of orders and skillfully deployed the main force to prepare to meet this overconfident army.
The ones that need to be guarded against most are naturally the storm elementals.
This type of enemy, which has extremely strong resistance to physical attacks, will be extremely troublesome once it reaches a certain scale.
Fortunately, he commanded a well-organized army, which naturally included a large number of spellcasters.
Moreover, after leaving the chaotic area, those elemental spirits were clearly in poor condition, with sluggish winds and restrained lightning, making it hard to say how much combat power they could retain.
Therefore, although it feels a bit troublesome, it's just troublesome.
When the allied forces finally appeared on the horizon, regardless of their combat strength, the visual impact of the storm elements with their lightning and thunder and the vast white expanse of the Puji Ocean was truly impressive. Many demon soldiers subconsciously swallowed and gripped their weapons tightly.
The two armies were locked in a stalemate. Sigismund was about to send his vanguard forward to probe the enemy, but the seemingly weaker side made the first move!
Suddenly, an orange-yellow ball of light shot out from the center of the army formation, which was surrounded by layers of storm elements. It pierced the night sky, crossed the open space between the two armies, and flew straight to the top of the demon army formation before exhausting its power and swaying as it fell downwards.
"Illumination spell?" Sigismund stared at the ball of light with suspicion, puzzled.
Even if the goal is to illuminate the battlefield, at least a fourth-tier Daylight spell should be used. How much vision can an Illumination spell provide?
Just as he was wondering, the roar of wind and thunder from the opposite side suddenly intensified!
A fierce wind arose, and lightning flashed everywhere. Suddenly, the storm elementals opposite them reversed their defeat and, as if they had gone berserk, swarmed towards them!
There was no time for surprise; Sigismund issued orders almost immediately: "Send word! Third and fourth battalions, advance! All mages, form up and prepare to provide support!"
(End of this chapter)
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