Lord: Starting with Summoning the Regular Army of Earth

Chapter 111 Bomber "Aircraft"

"Is there anything else?" This time, it was the female elder who was moved to tears who asked the question, her voice choked with emotion and filled with anticipation.

Matthew knew it was time to unleash a "trump card" that the people of White River Valley couldn't refuse.

He stepped forward and carefully took out a small package from a wooden box beside him. It was made of soft leather and rattan, with delicate hooks and a thin rope attached.

He held it in his palm and showed it to Sharna.

"This was specially designed for your falcon, Chief Sharna." Matthew's voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to possess a magical quality, drawing everyone's attention. "It's very light; your falcon can easily grasp it. Inside are specially crafted alchemical potions and fragments. When dropped from a great height and impacting its target, it will—bang—"

He made a "blooming" gesture, his gaze fixed on Sharna's pale golden eyes, which were already shining with an astonishing light.

"Transformed into thunder and fire from an eagle descending from the sky."

Sharna's beautiful eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Matthew: "You mean—the eagle? My eagle?"

Her voice was filled with disbelief and surprise, her gaze fixed on the exquisite leather wrapping in Matthew's palm, then meeting Matthew's gaze as if confirming an overly beautiful dream.

"Yes, your eagle." Matthew nodded firmly, gently placing the specially made vehicle on the ground. "It's lightweight, easy to grip and throw. But the specific adaptation, training, and tactics will need to be adjusted according to the actual condition of your falcon. Chief Sharna, may I see your companions?"

"Of course!" Sharna replied almost without hesitation. She looked up into the distance, a strange light flashing in her eyes. She didn't make a sound, but a faint, ancient rhythm emanated from her body, as if her spirit had turned into ripples and spread towards the sky.

A moment later, a loud eagle's cry echoed from the sky.

It started as a few black dots, which quickly expanded.

Soon, the five giant eagles folded their wings and landed one after another on the temporarily cleared open space at the edge of the open area, accompanied by a whistling sound.

When the falcons landed completely and stretched their bodies, not only Matthew and the Emberstone Ridge warriors he brought, but even Eleanor's eyes flashed with surprise.

These eagles are huge!

When they stand, they are almost shoulder-high, with a wingspan estimated to be over four meters. Their brown feathers are glossy and shiny, gleaming with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

Its sharp, hooked beak seemed capable of easily piercing through the thickest wooden planks, and its pale golden eyes were cold and sharp, carrying the arrogance and wildness unique to birds of prey.

Its strong, powerful claws dug deep into the ground, with large joints that clearly contained terrifying gripping power.

This was not at all the size of a typical eagle that Matthew had imagined.

This is simply a beast in the sky!

Matthew had no doubt that this guy could easily tear an ordinary adult human to shreds.

The standard "Eagle-borne" bomb package he brought looked so "small" compared to them.

"Greyback, come here," Sharna called softly to the largest of the giant eagles, whose neck feathers had a ring of silver-grey markings, while extending her hand.

The giant eagle, named "Greyback," let out a low cry, obediently lowered its massive head, and gently nuzzled Sharna's palm, its docility a stark contrast to its fierce appearance.

"These are no ordinary falcons, Lord Matthew." Sharna stroked the cold beak of "Greyback," her voice tinged with pride. "They are spirits of the wind and the high cliffs, guardians bestowed by the spirits of our ancestors. I have a soul pact with them; I can sense their vision, share their perception, and clearly transmit my will to them. Greyback is the strongest and most intelligent of them; it can easily lift a fully grown ibex and fly across a mountain ridge, and once, to save me, it even dragged a maddened swamp thorny beast off the ground."

Matthew suppressed his shock and elation.

His original "eagle-borne bombing" concept was based on the carrying capacity of ordinary birds of prey.

The tactical value of these "biological aircraft," which are now linked to shamanic power and possess far greater strength than expected, will increase exponentially.

Matthew suppressed his excitement, took a few steps forward, and stopped a few paces away from the giant eagle as a sign of respect.

He carefully assessed the "Greyback's" size and claw strength, and decisively said, "Chief Sharna, it seems our design was a bit conservative. With the size and strength of these eagles, they might be able to carry heavier and more air-dropped bombs."

"Let's give it a try!" Sharna's eyes lit up with an unprecedented brilliance, full of anticipation, excitement, and a certain wildness.

She turned to the gray-backed eagle, her pale golden eyes meeting the giant eagle's eagle-like pupils for a moment, an invisible exchange of information already completed.

The giant eagle tilted its massive head, its pale golden eyes flashing with a hint of understanding, almost curiosity.

His expression.

It crouched low, extended its massive, steel-like claws, and easily grasped the bomb hook Matthew offered, as if it were merely a feather.

Then, with its other paw, it easily grabbed the second and third packages that Wu Ronghui handed over.

"Target: that rocky wasteland ahead," Matthew pointed to an area further away.

Sharna nodded slightly, her gaze fixed on the target. The gray-backed creature took to the air, letting out a long cry that seemed to shatter rocks and pierce the clouds. A gale howled beneath its wings, and its massive body displayed a speed and agility that belied its size.

Its shadow swept across the crowd, bringing a sense of oppression that was almost like a god looking down upon them.

All eyes followed the overlord of the sky.

The greyback climbed to a sufficient height and gracefully circled half a circle. Without Sharna needing to give any further indication, their thoughts remained connected.

At a perfect moment, it loosened its grip.

Three black dots fell in a triangular pattern.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The impacts occurred almost simultaneously.

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

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The three violent explosions occurred almost simultaneously, but the resulting destruction was interconnected!

Flames and smoke, more violent than ever before, shot into the sky, hurling countless pebbles dozens of meters into the air, as if the land had been slammed and crushed by an invisible divine fist.

The roar of the explosion echoed repeatedly between the cliff faces, lingering for a long time.

As the smoke and dust dissipated in the wind, what everyone saw was no longer a few scattered craters, but a huge, twisted and torn wound, as if a piece of the earth had been gnawed away.

"唳——"

The grey-backed creature tumbled and howled excitedly in the air, its wings flapping to create muffled sonic booms, as if releasing its power or celebrating this art of destruction.

After a brief silence, there came a deafening roar of cheers and shouts!

This time, even the most composed elders completely lost their composure, waving their arms like young people and becoming utterly excited.

The soldiers embraced each other, pounding their fists on each other's chests and howling like wild beasts.

Everyone knew what this meant: with those thunder and fire weapons, the giant eagles summoned by their leader would become the nightmare of the Baloo Wolf Riders.

Hope! It arrived so vividly and intensely before their eyes, and their joy and excitement were beyond words.

Sharna turned to look at Matthew again, her eyes filled with excitement and joy. She had no doubt that Matthew brought hope to their tribe.

There was even a sense of gratitude and dependence, like that of a drowning person grasping at a straw.

"Baron Matthew," her voice trembled slightly with excitement, "my respected friend, you and your warriors have truly brought hope to White River Valley, brought the sword to reclaim our homeland, and brought the light to illuminate the future!"

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving, her breathing becoming rapid, but her voice was extremely solemn as she asked, "Excuse me, how many of these weapons do you have? What do we need to give in order to obtain them, to receive your help?"

Matthew met her burning and honest gaze, a harmless smile appearing on his face.

He knew that a real collaboration was about to be achieved.

"Chief Sharna," Matthew's voice was steady and clear, ensuring that all the White River Valley leaders who were listening intently could hear him, "these weapons are called grenades and explosive charges. They are not magical creations, but alchemical products that can be mass-produced. As for the quantity—"

He paused, glanced around at the eager White River Valley warriors, and said firmly, "Enough to blow Balu and his wolf riders, along with their camp, into the sky."

"Whoosh—"

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Another burst of uncontrollable gasps and whispers of ecstatic joy erupted.

Sharna's eyes shone even brighter as she suppressed the urge to agree immediately. She knew that what followed would come at a price.

But no matter the cost, as long as it allows her people to live and reclaim everything they have lost, she is willing to bear it.

"So, what are the conditions for Elmstone Ridge? Please speak plainly, Baron Matthew."

Matthew cut to the chase and pointed northwest of the Wind-Eroded Heights: "Our demands are simple. First, after the war, the vast land in the northwest of the Wind-Eroded Heights, adjacent to Emberstone Ridge—roughly one-third of the total area of ​​the Heights—will belong to Emberstone Ridge."

"Secondly, White River Valley and Emberstone Ridge shall form a blood alliance of mutual support and exchange. If either side is attacked by an enemy, the other shall do its utmost to provide assistance. Trade shall be open between the two sides, and fair transactions shall be conducted. Emberstone Ridge may provide White River Valley with weapons, tools, and medicines, while White River Valley may exchange them for livestock, furs, herbs, and other resources. We can also help you build stronger fortified camps and train soldiers to use new types of weapons."

He made no excessive demands, did not ask for the submission of White River Valley, and did not demand people or treasures. He only asked for a remote but mineral-rich land and an equal and mutually beneficial alliance.

Moreover, White River Valley only controlled half of the Wind-Eroded Highlands, so it's not unreasonable for Matthew to take a third of the land.

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