Elven cultivators

The Rock Armored Beast has the blood of the Rock Horned Dragon flowing through its veins.

The latter was already known for its formidable defense.

Through dozens of generations of targeted breeding in the animal park, this bloodline has been deeply explored, and its defensive capabilities have been pushed to the extreme.

The arrows and spells that were powerful enough to tear apart adamantine golems could only leave minor wounds on them, and could not stop their advance at all.

The commander of Blackrock Territory watched this scene with undisguised horror on his face.

Gold-tier creature!

The Silvermoon Clan has actually tamed a Gold-tier creature!

The heavy infantrymen in front of the iron wall listened to the increasingly approaching heavy footsteps and watched those behemoths covered in blood but still marching forward. The color gradually faded from their faces.

The next moment, the Rock Armor Beast crashed into the Iron Wall Formation at high speed.

boom!

The tower shields that the heavy infantry were so proud of were dented, twisted, and shattered like paper under the impact of the rock-armored beast.

The soldiers behind the shields were sent flying backwards by the impact, the sound of their bones shattering clearly audible.

The spear pierced the rock-armored beast's body, but was stuck by the thick layer of rock and could not go any further.

The rock-armored beast didn't even stop; it simply continued forward, crushing everything in its path with its massive body.

The Blackstone Territory's vanguard line shattered like a pane of glass struck by a boulder.

The heavy infantrymen were routed under the trampling of the rock-armored beasts.

Just then, the Yellow Turban Warriors arrived.

They surged forth from behind the rock-armored beasts like a dark golden torrent, pouring into the gap that had been torn open in the Blackrock Territory's vanguard line.

The golden mace was raised high and then slammed down with a dull thud.

With each swing, a Blackrock soldier was sent flying, bones shattered, and blood splattered.

Those officers who tried to organize a counterattack were often struck by several maces at the same time as soon as they raised their weapons, turning into a pile of minced meat before they could even scream.

Before the Silvermoon Legion had even officially made its move, the Blackrock Territory's vanguard had already been shattered by the combined forces of the Rock Armor Beasts and the Yellow Turban Warriors.

The commander of Blackstone Territory was ashen-faced. He hurriedly mobilized long-range firepower, attempting to suppress the Yellow Turban warriors who were slaughtering the vanguard, in order to buy time for the defeated front to regroup.

In an instant, arrows rained down like rain, and bullets pelted the ground like hail.

The armor of the Yellow Turban warriors cracked under the intense bombardment.

Some were pierced through the chest by heavy crossbow bolts and staggered to the ground.

Some had their arms blown off by magic, yet they still wielded their weapons with their remaining arms until they were completely destroyed by a second round of concentrated fire.

However, more Yellow Turban warriors stepped over the remains of their comrades and continued to advance.

They have no fear, no pain, and never tire.

As long as the core remains intact, it is a war machine that never stops.

Just as the Blackrock Territory's ranged firepower was drawn to the Yellow Turban Warriors, the Silver Moon Legion, which had been lying in wait, finally revealed its fangs.

At the front of the army, the elven soldiers took out talismans from the leather boxes at their waists and activated them in unison.

In an instant, countless golden blades shot out from the talisman, like a torrential downpour, sweeping across the densest area of ​​the Black Stone Army's formation.

Following closely behind were the Exploding Flame Talisman, the Five Thunder Talisman, the Gale Talisman...

The light of various talismans burst forth one after another on the battlefield.

The blazing fireball crashed into the enemy ranks and exploded with a deafening roar. A beam of azure lightning as thick as an arm swept across the crowd, and an invisible gale transformed into countless sharp blades that crisscrossed the ranks.

The Blackrock Territory's army suffered heavy losses in this round of talisman attacks.

And this was just the beginning of a nightmare.

Before the spells had completely subsided, the elven soldiers slapped a second batch of spells onto themselves.

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

With several buffs applied simultaneously, the already elite elven soldiers are made even more formidable.

Following closely behind, the Silver Moon Legion's lines surged forward like a tide.

The Silvermoon Legion is a genuine Black Iron Legion.

Their overall strength far surpasses that of the Blackrock Territory's army, and they are also well-equipped and enhanced by talismans. The two sides are simply not on the same level.

When such soldiers formed a well-organized military formation and pressed down with overwhelming force, the soldiers of Blackstone Territory were utterly powerless to resist.

The runic longsword cleaved through the shield, severed the armor, and tore through flesh.

The elven soldiers were like a sharp blade that had been repeatedly tempered, cutting through iron like mud and invincible.

The Blackrock Territory's army was forced to retreat under the onslaught of the Silvermoon Legion.

Those elite troops that once ran rampant in the Green Heights were now like sheep being driven by tigers, utterly routed.

"Hey!"

With a sharp cry, the Radiant Falcon swooped down from the battlefield.

The elven cavalrymen riding on the backs of falcons released their bows the instant they flew over the Blackrock army, and the arrows fell like meteors, accurately piercing the spellcasters' heads.

Those spellcasters who were chanting spells often only had time to utter half a sentence before being shot dead by a barrage of arrows.

Some spellcasters attempted to retaliate with magic, but the speed of the Shining Falcon was too fast; when it swooped down, it was like a golden lightning bolt, and the spells often only hit the afterimages it left behind.

Occasionally, a spell would hit, but it was blocked by the Vajra Talismans that the cavalrymen had activated beforehand.

They were like a swarm of ghosts, appearing and disappearing like the wind, precise and deadly.

The spellcasters behind the Blackrock army were in complete disarray and unable to organize any effective magical support.

Inside the tower, Ryan and Mia stared at the images on the water screen, speechless for a long time.

The two looked at each other and saw the same amazement in each other's eyes.

This is the Silvermoon Legion.

This is their clan's army.

Compared to when they fought against the army of Krethor, the clan army is now much stronger.

"Huh?" Mia suddenly let out a soft exclamation, her gaze falling on the center of the battlefield.

Within the water curtain, hundreds of figures were rushing out from behind the Silver Moon Legion's formation, like arrows released from a bow, penetrating deep into the Black Stone Territory's army.

Their speed was astonishing, leaving trails of afterimages on the battlefield.

Various colored lights flickered around them, traces of magic in operation.

Wherever those figures passed, Blackstone soldiers fell in droves like wheat being harvested.

They are disciples of the Primordial City!

They worked in groups of three or five, cooperating seamlessly, using spells and martial arts techniques or activating talismans and artifacts to continuously reap the lives of their enemies.

Ryan nodded secretly as he watched.

In recent years, with the rapid growth of the clan's population, the number of disciples in the Primordial City has also increased rapidly.

It has now surpassed the 400 mark.

The disciples of Taichu City who are shining brightly on the battlefield are basically the first batch of elves to embark on the path of cultivation. They generally have the cultivation level of the mid-stage of Qi Refining, and their combat power far exceeds that of ordinary silver-rank elves.

"Look, it's Lucius!" Mia's eyes suddenly lit up and she blurted out.

Ryan collected his thoughts and looked in the direction Mia was pointing.

What came into view was a golden-red sword light like a bolt of lightning, tearing through the void like a rainbow piercing the sun.

Where the sword flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, armor shattered, and more than ten enemy soldiers were thrown back, dying before they even hit the ground.

Lucius moved forward with his sword drawn, his movements as swift as lightning.

Nine halos of light rose from the sword, encircling him and enveloping him in a golden-red glow.

The light wheel spun and the heat wave surged like a tide. Those who approached were annihilated and killed by the golden-red light wheel before they could even make a move.

No one could withstand his sharp edge, and no one could get close to him.

He was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, galloping across the enemy ranks, invincible in his path.

Ryan couldn't help but secretly admire him.

Of all the disciples in the Primordial City, Lucius was the most devoted to the way of the sword.

He does not practice magic, talismans, or refine elixirs, nor does he raise spirit beasts.

In his world, there is only the sword.

He always carries his sword with him while eating, places it beside his pillow while sleeping, and rests it on his lap while practicing martial arts.

Day after day, year after year.

Ryan even suspected that Lucius's greatest pleasure in life was staying in the training ground to practice his swordsmanship and not leaving the house all day.

This almost obsessive focus allowed Lucius to far surpass his other disciples in swordsmanship.

Even though Ryan was confident that he was no less than Lucius in terms of overall strength, he was ashamed of himself when it came to the sharpness and decisiveness of his attacks.

The addition of the disciples from Taichu City has significantly increased the odds on one side of the scales of victory.

"Blackrock Territory is doomed," Mia said softly.

Ryan nodded slightly.

At this point in the war, the outcome is no longer in doubt.

Although the Blackrock Territory's army was not weak, its overall strength was far inferior to that of the Silvermoon Legion.

There is no comparison at all.

However, at that moment, a powerful aura suddenly surged into the sky from behind the Blackstone army.

The aura was accompanied by violent lightning; purple-white arcs of electricity leaped and flickered in the void, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

Even the water screen image trembled slightly, as if the magical images were being interfered with by that force.

Flora's gaze sharpened slightly: "It's Fernando, the lord of Blackrock Territory."

Ryan and Mia also turned serious.

They had heard of this man.

Fernando is one of the two legendary powerhouses of Green Highlands. Although the Lightning Law he has mastered is a lower-level law, it is a derivative law of the wind element power, making him extremely powerful in actual combat.

As soon as Flora finished speaking, another aura rose from behind the Silver Moon Legion.

The aura was as gentle as the wind, yet it lingered and spread across the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Ryan immediately realized what was happening and his spirits lifted.

It was the Second Elder who made the move!

The two auras collided violently in mid-air, creating visible ripples of distortion.

In the next instant, the two figures soared into the sky almost simultaneously.

Fernando was enveloped in purple-white electric light.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion, and countless bolts of lightning condensed in his palm into a purple-white spear. He then flicked his hand and the lightning spear shot towards the Second Elder like a meteor.

The Second Elder remained calm, his body slightly turned to the side, as the lightning bolt, powerful enough to tear through refined gold, grazed past his robes and exploded into a dazzling net of lightning in the clouds behind him.

A hint of surprise flashed in Fernando's eyes.

Before he could make another move, the Second Elder had already taken action.

A sudden gust of wind arose.

The sound was initially clear and melodious like the sound of a flute, but in the blink of an eye it transformed into the roaring roar of thousands of horses.

The Second Elder's figure flickered in the wind, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, so fast that it seemed to appear in several locations at the same time.

Fernando snorted coldly, his figure also transforming into a streak of purple and white light, leaving a winding trajectory in the sky.

Lightning is known for its speed.

Among his peers, few have ever been able to rival Fernando in terms of speed.

However, today he has met his match.

Accompanied by the repeated sounds of the wind, the Second Elder's figure appeared and disappeared intermittently.

With each layer of the wind song, his speed increased by one point.

Fernando's lightning continued to strike, the purple-white lightning like a torrential downpour, covering most of the sky.

Each bolt of lightning was precisely aimed at the Second Elder's possible location, carrying the force of a thunderbolt.

But each time, the cyan figure would vanish just before the lightning struck, like smoke blown away by the wind.

Two streaks of light chased, intersected, and collided in the sky.

The speed was so fast that even the water screen couldn't keep up, only capturing blurry afterimages and fleeting flashes of lightning.

Fernando became increasingly anxious as the game progressed.

He had pushed his lightning technique to its limit, yet he still couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes.

However, the opponent's sword grazed past him several times, the sword energy tearing through the electric shield on his body, leaving subtle but real wounds.

Although it was just a superficial injury, the feeling of pressure was very real.

"What kind of rule is this?"

"The power of wind element? No, that's not right..."