Elven cultivators

With the thorn wall blocking its way, the stone-skinned troll could only passively take the beating.

In just four or five breaths, hundreds of stone-skinned trolls fell to the ground under the barrage of spells.

As time passed, more and more Stoneskin Trolls fell like straw.

However, there were simply too many stone-skinned trolls, and they were naturally thick-skinned and incredibly resilient.

After paying a heavy price, they finally managed to tear apart the living thorns with brute force and sheer numbers, breaking through this barrier.

However, what greeted them was the Sentinel Tree's thick, arm-like branches.

The branches, accompanied by a dull thud, slammed down, landing heavily on the stone-skinned troll's head and chest with a muffled thud.

The stone-skinned troll's massive body was smashed, causing it to stagger backward and disrupting its formation.

The oak guards seized the opportunity and swarmed forward.

They were much larger and stronger than the Stoneskinned Trolls. Each impact of their thick trunks forced the Stoneskinned Trolls to retreat, making them unable to defend themselves.

The elven guards, like cheetahs in the forest, pounced from the flanks, their rune weapons precisely piercing the stone-skinned trolls' vulnerable points such as their necks, armpits, and joints.

After landing a successful blow, he didn't linger. He quickly retreated and disappeared back into the shadows of the trees.

The casualties among Stoneskin Troll forwards have increased dramatically.

On the other hand, the elves, with the cover of the Sentinel Tree and Oak Guard, perfectly avoided the frontal assault and suffered minimal losses.

Even if someone is accidentally injured, they can immediately retreat to the rear, drink a bottle of muscle-regenerating potion, and recover their fighting strength in a short time to rejoin the battle.

From the makeshift command post atop the hill, Aurelion took in everything, but his face remained largely expressionless.

The elves have a small population and cherish every bit of fighting power, which is why they use the oak guards and sentinel trees as the vanguard to deplete the strength of their vassal legions.

But Longcheng didn't have this concern.

In the eyes of the rulers, vassal armies are nothing more than expendable resources, far less valuable than the golem legions, and they would not feel sorry for any of them dying.

Using cannon fodder to deplete the Silvermoon Clan's military strength is an extremely worthwhile deal.

Once the Oak Guardians and Sentinel Trees are all dead, let's see what the elves can use to block their way.

To Aurelion's surprise, all the elven guards who were fighting were none other than those of the Black Iron rank.

Some of them were clearly officers, some even reaching the Silver rank.

Moreover, their equipment was extremely sophisticated; the leather armor they wore and the weapons they held were all light-level magical equipment!

Glimmer-level magical equipment is not something you can easily find anywhere; each piece is extremely valuable.

In the entire Eldron Plains, apart from the city of Kreisor Dragon, no other power can equip its army with micro-level magical equipment on a systematic basis.

Even the Radiant Flame Legion was armed with countless resources and years of effort from Dragon City.

In addition, the fighting style of those elven warriors was also very strange.

They showed no signs of using magic and seemed to be fighting purely with their physical strength. Yet, their strength and speed were in no way inferior to those who used magic, and were even stronger.

"Are these the elite of the Silvermoon Clan's Forest Guard?" an administrator couldn't help but ask, his tone tinged with surprise.

"It should be," another governor said uncertainly.

Surely the forest guards' elven soldiers can't all be this weak, right?

After the elven warriors and oak guards joined the battle, the stone-skinned trolls were forced into retreat, showing signs of collapse.

Fortunately, the Greyscale infantry and the Spinyback Serpentmen also entered the forest area at this time.

The Greyscale infantry took over from the heavily wounded Stoneskin trolls, holding off the elves' offensive with a dense shield formation.

The serpent-men climbed to the treetops and fired arrows down from above, raining them down in an attempt to suppress the elves' offensive.

At the same time, the Poison Hyena Cavalry roaming on both flanks finally made their move.

According to the original tactics, they should have used their mobility to flank the enemy from both sides and launch a surprise attack from behind.

However, the forest has a complex terrain and dense trees, and the venomous hyenas are relatively large, making it quite inconvenient for them to move through the trees.

So the hyena cavalry simply changed their target, brandishing their scimitars and starting to cut down trees, trying to clear a battlefield where they could roam freely.

But as soon as they made a move, a large group of grayish-brown figures rushed out from the forest, like a moving city wall, and crashed into the ranks of the Poison Hyena Cavalry, instantly killing them and causing them to fall to their deaths.

The governors who were watching the battle were taken aback. They stared intently and were immediately astonished.

Those figures that suddenly rushed out were actually elves riding on Scaled Rock Lizards.

"Did the Silvermoon Clan tame the Rock Lizard?"

"How did they do that?"

The officials gasped in shock.

Besides the Dragonborn, are there other races that can tame dragon beasts?

Moreover, judging from the current situation, it is not an isolated case of a few animals being forcibly tamed, but rather a large-scale, well-organized domestication system that has already been formed.

But how is that possible?

Taming a lizard is not as simple as just finding a few cubs and putting them in a cage.

Dragon City also went through hundreds of years of selection and domestication, coupled with the suppression of the dragon beasts' bloodline by the dragon descendants, before it was able to successfully tame the Firemane Beasts into war mounts.

The Silvermoon Clan does not have the bloodline advantage of the Dragonborn, so in theory, it would be impossible for them to tame the Scaled Rock Lizard.

But they actually did it.

This discovery left the officials bewildered and uncertain.

Orion's face was terribly gloomy, almost as if it could drip water.

The Scaled Rock Lizard itself possesses the combat strength of the Black Iron rank, with thick skin and a fierce temperament. Coupled with its Black Iron rank elven rider, its combat strength far surpasses that of the Poison Hyena Cavalry, whose average level is only White rank.

The collision between the two sides was almost one-sided.

The Scaled Lizard Cavalry sliced ​​through the ranks of the Poison Hyena Cavalry like a hot knife through butter, their scimitars and longswords clashing in the sunlight, the sounds of metal clashing mingling with screams.

The venomous hyena cavalry tried to resist, but their scimitars only left shallow white marks on the rocky scales of the Scaled Lizard, causing no real damage.

However, the runic weapons of the Scaled Rock Lizard Cavalry could easily cleave through their iron-plated leather armor, cutting down both rider and mount.

In a short while, the formation of the Poison Hyena Cavalry was broken into pieces.

The surviving hyena-man cavalry let out terrified roars and fled madly on their mounts. The scaly rock lizard cavalry pursued them relentlessly, leaving behind a trail of corpses and remains at the edge of the forest.

Nine hundred Scaled Rock Lizard cavalrymen routed more than two thousand Poison Hyena cavalrymen.

After scattering the venomous hyena cavalry on both flanks, the scaly rock lizard cavalry did not stop to rest, but instead turned around and charged toward the rear of the vassal legion.

Their target is the Spiny Snake Man.

The Scaled Rock Lizards, carrying cavalry, charged through fallen trees and thorns, flanking the vassal legion. Their rune-inscribed longswords swept and slashed, felling the thorny snakemen who had no time to react.

For a time, the rear of the vassal army was thrown into chaos.

The bat-winged demons circling in the sky emitted sharp, urgent screechs, trying to relay commands and stabilize the situation, but chaos had already spread like a plague.

The chaos quickly spread to the Greyscale infantry at the front.

They were attacked from both sides, and their formation began to falter.

Cracks appeared in the once-impregnable shield formation.

Just then, a piercing whistling sound suddenly burst forth.

Tens of thousands of green vines burst forth from the ground and surged out from the depths of the forest, like a green torrent sweeping towards the enemy lines.

The green vines wrapped around the ankles, arms, and shields of the gray-scaled soldiers, instantly turning the vassal legion's formation upside down.

The Forest Guard had clearly been waiting for this opportunity.

A large number of elven guards rushed out from the depths of the forest and fiercely attacked the enemy.

The oak guards and sentinel trees were suddenly filled with figures clad in rune-patterned leather armor.

The shield formation of the Greyscale infantry completely collapsed.

The officials on the hill changed their expressions completely.

By this time, they could clearly see that those seemingly powerful elves were not specially selected elites at all.

The entire forest guard clearly possessed strength levels of Black Iron or higher.

"The Silvermoon Clan... actually harbors a Black Iron Legion."

Walto's face was grim, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Composed primarily of Iron-rank soldiers and Silver-rank officers, all equipped with Glimmer-level magical gear, this is the universally recognized standard for the Iron Legion on the Dawn Continent.

Each of these legions is a powerful armed force that strikes fear into the hearts of the enemy.

On the Eldron Plains, only the Radiant Legion of Kreisoron City previously met this standard.

Now there is another clan, the Silvermoon Clan.

It was only then that the governors realized that the Silvermoon Clan's military strength was far greater than they had anticipated.

From the very beginning, they never truly understood their opponent's true strength.

This elven clan, which once eked out a living under the oppression of Dragon City, has somehow transformed into something so terrifying.

For the first time, they began to doubt the outcome of the war.

Deep down, the composure and confidence he had felt before were completely gone.

"A bunch of useless trash," one of the governors couldn't help but curse aloud.

Despite having more than ten times the strength of the elves, the vassal army has not advanced the front line even an inch since the start of the battle, remaining firmly blocked on the battlefield outside the forest.

They are so crushed that they can't even lift their heads, and now they are showing signs of a complete collapse.

"The Silvermoon Clan is far stronger than we anticipated; our vassal legions alone probably won't be enough to take them down." Walto looked at Aurelion and whispered his instructions, "My lord, should we send in the golem legions?"

Aurelion remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded and gave the order in a deep voice.

"Deploy the Golem Legion."

As the order was given, the golem formation began to move forward.

The dense, heavy footsteps converged into a muffled rumble, like distant thunder rolling in, echoing across the plains.

The bat-winged demons above the battlefield emitted sharp screechs.

Upon hearing the signal, the vassal troops were relieved and quickly moved aside to make way for the main force in the rear.

The golem army quickly entered the battlefield, charging towards the elves, ready to deliver a heavy blow to their opponents.

But at that moment, a rich, five-colored light suddenly surged from the forest.

Five colors of light—blue, red, yellow, white, and black—intertwined to form a dazzling curtain of light, rendering the sky above the edge of the forest as if the aurora borealis were pouring down.

Amidst the light, figures leaped out.

They were not as tall as the steel golems, but they wore magnificent yet not bulky armor. Their helmets were decorated with antlers, spikes, or dragon heads, each with a different shape, and all exuded a deep and awe-inspiring power.

Five battalions of divine soldiers!

Thousands of Taoist soldiers leaped out from the light screen and charged fearlessly toward the golem legion.

"This is.……"

The sudden scene shocked the officials.

They had seen footage of Anton killing Marcus and five of his colleagues and quickly recognized it as an alchemical golem that Anton had summoned.

However, the number far exceeded their expectations.

There are at least two or three thousand of them!

These alchemical golems possess peak silver-level combat power and can form groups of five to fight in formation, unleashing power far exceeding their own strength.

Upon contact, the golem army that Kreisor Dragon City was so proud of suffered a series of defeats.

The steel golems fell down in swathes, like wheat being harvested.

Even the adamantite golem couldn't withstand a single blow and was destroyed, with shattered metal parts scattered all over the ground.

The golem army was routed even faster than the vassal armies!