Elven cultivators

The governors never expected that deploying the golem army would not only fail to improve the situation, but would instead cause it to develop in a direction that was increasingly unfavorable to them.

In the water screen, the steel golems that Dragon City regarded as the backbone of the city were being crushed like rotten wood.

The adamantine golem, possessing upper-middle-level silver combat power, couldn't even withstand a single exchange against the puppets clad in strange armor and wielding various weapons.

I originally thought that the Silver Moon Clan only managed to stop the city lord's attack with a magic array, and that their actual military strength was far inferior to that of Dragon City.

However, since the start of the war, the power displayed by the Silvermoon Clan has repeatedly refreshed their understanding.

All members are Black Iron Rank soldiers equipped with Glimmer-level magic gear.

Organized and trained dragon beast cavalry.

And then there are these mysterious and powerful alchemical golems before us, capable of crushing the golem army head-on.

Judging solely from the military strength displayed by the Silvermoon Clan at this moment, no other force in the entire Eldron Plains, apart from their city of Kreisorlong, can rival them.

The officials were completely baffled.

Just over sixty years ago, the Silvermoon Clan could barely handle a Molten Thorn tribe, yet now they have grown to this extent.

How did an elven clan on the verge of decline develop into a military power so strong in just a few decades?

Unfortunately, no one on the battlefield will answer their questions.

The deafening shouts of battle and the roar of colliding energy were the only response.

Aurelion's gaze was fixed on the water curtain. He clenched his teeth and squeezed out a cold command from between them.

"Deploy the Radiant Flame Legion! All troops, attack!"

With the battle progressing to this point, Kresol Dragon City no longer has the luxury of holding back its strength.

We must deploy our most elite forces and crush all variables with absolute power.

A deep horn sounded suddenly, like the roar of an ancient beast, instantly drowning out all the noise on the battlefield and echoing across the plains.

The Radiant Legion moved.

Nearly 10,000 dragonborn soldiers marched forward in neat, uniform formations.

On both flanks of the square formation, three thousand fire-mane cavalrymen swept forward.

The Firemane Beast's mane burned a fiery orange-red as it ran, its tail trailing dazzling streaks of light behind it.

The dragonborn cavalryman sat upright on his saddle, holding a three-meter-long lance diagonally in one hand, with the tip pointing to his side and slightly upward.

At the rear of the legion, thousands of dragonborn spellcasters rode enormous two-legged dragons, hovering low in the air.

They wore deep purple robes embroidered with intricate runes, and the gems at the tips of their staffs emitted rich elemental energy.

This legion is the most solid foundation of Kreisor Dragon City's millennia-long rule.

Its formidable reputation was forged from the bones and blood of countless rebels.

Throughout the long history of Eldron Plains, no army has ever been able to contend with it on the front lines.

Once the Radiant Flame Legion is mobilized, it will crush all resistance with overwhelming force.

This is an ironclad rule proven by countless wars.

Watching the Radiant Flame Legion march majestically towards the Silvermoon Forest, their overwhelming momentum slightly eased the cold expressions of the governors.

No matter how many trump cards the Silvermoon Clan has hidden, they are destined to be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of the absolute power of the Radiant Flame Legion.

To the governors' surprise, almost at the same time the Radiant Flame Legion entered the battlefield, the elves who were fighting the vassal legions and the golem legions immediately began to withdraw from the battlefield without hesitation.

Under the cover of the Oak Guards and the Five Legions of Divine Soldiers, the elves retreated swiftly into the depths of the forest like a tide.

By the time the Radiant Flame Legion advanced to the front lines, the elves had all retreated behind the pale blue light barrier.

The battlefield was left with only a mess of corpses and broken golems, as well as a blue light curtain that stretched out in front of them like an insurmountable chasm.

The officials frowned, but then relaxed.

The elves' actions clearly showed that they dared not confront the Radiant Flame Legion head-on, and could only retreat into their tortoise shell to eke out a living.

This is a good opportunity to deplete the magic array's energy.

Meanwhile, the vassal army also needed time to reorganize its broken formation.

Aurelion quickly issued a series of orders.

Amidst the piercing screech of the bat-winged demons, the heavily wounded vassal army, as if granted a pardon, retreated in disarray.

The Radiant Flame Legion quickly took over the main attacking position.

In the sky, thousands of dragonborn spellcasters launched the first attack.

They rode two-legged dragons to the sky above the cyan light curtain and raised their staffs in unison.

The gem at the tip of the staff instantly burst forth with a dazzling light that could sting the eyes, and the energy of various elements surged violently in the air, emitting a low, buzzing tremor.

"put!"

With the commander's order, countless spells rained down like a storm.

Exploding fireballs with long trails of flame, leaping and bouncing chain lightning, corrosive acid arrows, and shadow spears that strike straight at the soul... all sorts of spells intertwined to form a destructive light curtain, slamming heavily onto that pale blue light barrier.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Deafening explosions rang out one after another.

A burst of brilliant yet deadly light exploded on the surface of the cyan light curtain, creating ripples that spread like a lake surface where countless pebbles have been thrown in at the same time.

"Second wave! Release!"

"Third wave! Let's continue!"

The dragonborn spellcasters poured out their magic at an astonishing speed without stopping.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield below, the dragonborn warriors who had advanced to the light screen also made their moves.

They took out stacks of magic scrolls from the scroll boxes at their waists, aimed them at the blue light screen that was close at hand, and poured magic power into them at the same time.

Thousands of scrolls were activated at the same moment, and rays of light of various colors poured out like a flood, turning into a dense barrage of spells that bombarded the blue light screen.

The first salvo, judging by sight alone, used at least two thousand magic scrolls.

Then came the second round, the third round...

For a moment, it seemed as if only magic existed in the world.

As far as the eye could see, colorful magical light was bursting forth wildly.

My eardrums were filled with the shrill screams that tore through the air and the roar of elements colliding.

Two destructive forces, one in the sky and one on the ground, converged and overlapped in mid-air, forming a continuous torrent of destruction that repeatedly crashed against the seemingly thin, azure light curtain.

The cyan light curtain trembled violently, and the runes on its surface flickered wildly at an unprecedented speed, their brightness uncertain.

The entire light screen resembled a small boat in a raging storm, as if it would be torn to pieces at any moment.

After five volleys of fire, the dragonborn warriors had used up tens of thousands of precious magic scrolls.

Throughout the entire Eldron Plains, only the city of Kreisoron, with its profound resources and abundant wealth, could afford to squander resources so recklessly on the battlefield.

Even so, when the brilliance faded, the cyan light screen remained intact.

The officials' expressions darkened slightly, but they were not too surprised.

They never expected to be able to break through the magic array that even the city lord was helpless against in one fell swoop.

The real purpose of this relentless bombardment, regardless of the cost, was to deplete the magic array's energy as much as possible.

The dragonborn spellcasters in the sky began chanting incantations anew, preparing for the next round of magical bombardment.

The dragonborn warriors, having exhausted their scrolls, drew their magical longswords from their waists, raised their dragon-patterned shields, and roared as they charged toward the nearby azure light barrier.

They prepared to use the most direct physical attack method to continue depleting the magic circle's energy.

But just then, the elves who had retreated behind the light curtain rushed out again.

The five battalions of divine soldiers and oak guards, acting as the vanguard, clashed fiercely with the Radiant Flame Legion, instantly engaging in a fierce battle.

The elven guards following closely behind them did not immediately draw their swords for close combat this time.

Suddenly, they took out, in unison, strange pieces of paper, each about the size of a palm and gleaming faintly, from specially made leather boxes at their waists.

The next instant, the elves aimed the talismans at the dragonborn warriors who were standing close by, and simultaneously infused them with spiritual energy.

In an instant, countless golden blades, each the size of a palm, shot out from those tiny pieces of paper.

The golden light instantly merged into one, transforming into a dense, impenetrable rain of golden light capable of tearing through steel, sweeping across the densest area of ​​the Radiant Flame Legion.

Golden Blade Talisman!

laugh!laugh!laugh!

The sounds of flesh being torn apart by sharp blades and metal being cut filled the air.

The dragonborn soldiers at the very front of the first rank didn't even have time to utter a sound before their scales and flesh were instantly torn into countless pieces by the dense golden blades.

Limbs and shattered weapons and armor mingled with blood, splattering everywhere.

And this was just the beginning of a nightmare.

Without stopping, the elves activated the second and third batches of talismans of different colors before the light of the first wave of talismans had completely dissipated.

Explosive Flame Talisman!

Five Thunder Talisman!

Gale Talisman!

The blazing fireball crashed into the dense ranks of the dragonborn soldiers, exploding with a deafening roar. The scorching air and shockwave sent the surrounding figures flying like rag dolls.

Thick, azure lightning bolts, as thick as an arm, burst forth from the talisman, sweeping across the crowd. Countless dragonborn soldiers convulsed, and acrid black smoke billowed from the gaps in their scales.

The pale blue gale transformed into countless invisible blades, slicing through the formation and cutting through shields, armor, and even human bodies.

At this moment, the Radiant Flame Legion also experienced the terror of the concentrated magical fire they had just witnessed.

The elves were protected by a blue light barrier and remained unharmed, while the humans had to endure it all with their bare flesh and blood.

Blood splattered everywhere, and screams echoed throughout the room.

In just a few breaths, the vanguard of the Radiant Flame Legion suffered heavy casualties.

At least a thousand elite dragonborn soldiers fell victim to this sudden attack, caught completely off guard.

"What is that?"

"A spell scroll? But it's way too small!"

"Where did the Silvermoon Clan get so many scrolls!?"

The governors saw it clearly. In those relentless attacks just now, the elves had used at least four or five thousand of those strange "paper scraps."

Even the wealthy and powerful Kreisor Dragon City felt a pang of pain after using tens of thousands of scrolls.

Where would the Silvermoon Clan, an elven faction in a remote forest, get the resources to produce so many scrolls?

However, the brutal battle situation gave them no time to think.

Just as the officials were filled with shock and anger, a new development occurred on the battlefield.

After throwing out a round of talismans, the elven guards did not retreat behind the light barrier, but instead slapped another batch of talismans onto themselves.

In an instant, countless rays of light of various colors shone from their bodies.

Some elves had a light golden shield appear on their bodies, which adhered to them tightly like a second skin.

Some of the sprites were surrounded by a cyan halo, and their movement speed increased dramatically in an instant.

Some elves had bulging arm muscles and prominent veins, as if they had been infused with some kind of powerful force.

Some of the elves' weapons were covered in layers of frost, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

Vajra Talisman, Lightness Talisman, Savage Spirit Talisman, Cold Soldier Talisman...

All the elven guards received several buffs at the same time.

The elves, now with their power greatly enhanced, charged into the ranks of the Radiant Flame Legion with the help of the Five Legions of Divine Soldiers and the Oak Guards.

The green vines that had retreated underground and into the forest surged out again, wrapping around the dragonborn spellcaster in the sky.

The latter had to control the wyvern to dodge, and for a moment it was too late to cast spells.

The Radiant Flame Legion had not yet recovered from the previous surprise attack, and was caught off guard by this sudden offensive, and was temporarily suppressed.

The balance of power on the battlefield began to shift.

The officials stood before the water curtain, their faces ashen.

By now, they could see it clearly.

The Silvermoon Clan never intended to confront the Radiant Flame Legion head-on.

They deliberately abandoned the outer battlefield and tightened their defenses in order to lure the Radiant Flame Legion closer to the light barrier. They used the magic array to withstand the first and most intense wave of attacks from the Radiant Flame Legion. Only when the Dragon City side thought victory was in their grasp and committed all their forces forward did they reveal their true intentions and use that strange scroll to catch the Radiant Flame Legion off guard.

Longcheng had never expected the Silvermoon Clan to produce so many scrolls, and was completely unprepared, naturally walking right into their trap.

Once the initial advantage is lost, it becomes extremely difficult to turn the tide.

"Damn it!"

Walto slammed his fist on the low table in front of him, causing the flags on the sand table to sway wildly.

The other officials also looked extremely grim.

They had their doubts about the Silvermoon Clan's motives for retreating, but they never expected their countermeasures to be so insidious and ruthless.

The battle has reached a complete stalemate.