Elven cultivators

The Bloodclaw Clan's army, like an overwhelming gray tide, slowly advanced southward from the northern edge of the Tal Plains.

Looking down from above, the tide is divided into several distinct layers.

At the very front was the vanguard, or cannon fodder, composed of goblins, orcs, humans, and other humanoid races.

They wore tattered leather armor, clutched crude weapons, and were in a disorganized formation.

The primary function of these vassal soldiers was to deplete the enemy's arrows and magic, fill trenches with their own lives, and wear down the enemy's main force.

Further on, the formation suddenly became neat and orderly.

The Bloodclaw Clan's main army, the Wolf Fang Legion, slowly advanced across the plains.

This legion, composed entirely of pure-blooded werewolf orcs, stood like a silent anvil, firmly pressing down on the rear of the cannon fodder troops.

The Wolf Fang Legion's formation was divided into three parts: front and rear.

At the forefront were light infantrymen known as the Raider Legion.

They wore light, inlaid leather armor and carried short blades, hand axes, or long knives. Their steps were quick and agile, like a pack of wolves ready to pounce on their prey. Even from a distance, one could feel the fierce courage flowing between them.

Behind the raider legion were the Bloodclaw clan's heavy infantry.

These heavily armored infantrymen were all burly, tall werewolves, covered in dark plate armor and heavy scale armor, wielding two-handed great axes, heavy hammers or tower shields, like a moving iron wall.

They were the absolute core of the main battle, undertaking the core tasks of breaking through the enemy's main defense line and crushing the infantry formations. Their impact and defense capabilities far exceeded those of ordinary troops.

Further back were rows of giant archers, spaced far apart.

They used specially made longbows or bone bows, with huge bows and arrows as thick as short spears, which were obviously very powerful.

The archer's flanks are flanked by a small number of shamans.

The Bloodclaw clan excels in melee combat and has a relatively small number of spellcasters.

Similarly, they are not skilled in alchemy and enchanting, and can only purchase alchemical golems from outside, so the number of alchemical golems in the army is not large.

In addition to infantry, the Bloodclaw clan also deployed tens of thousands of wolf riders on both sides of the army.

They rode on giant, gray-black wolves.

These ferocious giant wolves are nearly two meters long, with thick limbs and sharp claws that gleam with a cold, metallic sheen in the sunlight.

The cavalrymen on the wolf's back were all wearing light armor, holding the reins in one hand and carrying long spears at an angle in the other, clearly well-trained elite troops.

This wolf cavalry unit is the core force of the Wolf Fang Legion.

Only a top-tier power like the Bloodclaw Clan could afford to maintain such a massive cavalry legion.

The wolf-blooded generals, led by Casper, stood behind the army, observing enemy movements through a water curtain suspended in front of them.

As expected, the Silvermoon Clan's army also began to mobilize.

At the very front of the army formation was a line of hundreds of enormous creatures.

Those creatures were sturdy and robust, with shoulders as high as low hills, their bodies covered with a thick layer of keratin, and their limbs were strong and powerful. Every step they took left a shallow pit in the wasteland, like a moving earthen fortress.

Casper narrowed his eyes and turned to his adjutant, asking, "What's that?"

The adjutant immediately replied, "That's a Rock Armor Beast, a gold-tier magical creature bred by the Silver Moon Clan. It has astonishing defensive capabilities and immense strength."

Casper frowned, immediately realizing the formidable role these magical creatures could play on the front lines of battle.

Once these behemoths charge into battle, they are no different from war machines.

Before Casper could come up with a solution, his attention was immediately drawn to the rows of dark golden figures behind the Rock Armor Beast.

He immediately recognized them as the alchemical golems unique to the Silvermoon Clan.

With the Silver Moon Clan's glorious achievements, these alchemical puppets known as Yellow Turban Warriors are already well-known throughout the eastern part of the continent.

Casper's gaze swept across the area and found approximately five thousand Yellow Turban Warriors.

Behind the Yellow Turban Warriors were fully armed Elven soldiers, numbering approximately ten thousand.

Extending out on both flanks were the Scaled Rock Lizard Cavalry, estimated to number around five thousand.

Casper quickly considered the matter in his mind, and his face immediately darkened.

The Silvermoon Clan's army, all in all, numbered only around 20,000.

On their side, the vanguard alone had 150,000 vassal troops, and with the addition of the Wolf Fang Legion and Wolf Cavalry, their total strength was approaching 200,000.

The disparity in troop strength between the two sides was simply too great.

Despite knowing they were at a severe disadvantage in terms of troop strength, the Silvermoon Clan not only failed to mobilize their entire army, but instead only sent about 20,000 troops to meet them in battle, which completely showed that they did not take the Bloodclaw Clan seriously.

"These pointy-eared bastards are pretty arrogant." Casper laughed angrily. "Send the order down: speed up the advance! Wipe out this vanguard! I'll teach these guys what happens when they underestimate us!"

The command was transmitted rapidly along the order sequence.

The Bloodclaw army's marching speed noticeably increased, and the vassal soldiers in the vanguard were urged to quicken their pace. The originally loose formation became more crowded under the drive, and the dust kicked up on the ground became thicker.

The distance between the two armies rapidly decreased, and they eventually clashed violently.

In an instant, a bloody storm erupted.

The Bloodclaw Clan's vanguard vassal soldiers were the first to suffer a crushing defeat.

Most of them came from weak races conquered by the Bloodclaw Clan. Their soldiers were generally only at the white rank, with very few even at the black iron rank. When their weapons struck the rock-armored beasts' keratinous layers, they only left a few faint white marks.

The rock-armored beast didn't even slow down, it just rolled straight over, and with one collision it sent more than ten people flying, the sound of bones shattering exploded densely in the sky above the battlefield.

Under the charge of the rock-armored beasts, the vassal soldiers' lines collapsed rapidly, like sand dunes being rammed by boulders, centered on the point where the rock-armored beasts crashed into them.

Almost every breath, hundreds of vassal soldiers were trampled, thrown into the air, and killed by the hooves of the rock-armored beasts.

At the same time, the long-range units of both armies also began to unleash their firepower.

The elven soldiers drew talismans from their waist pouches, and with a flick of their wrists, the talismans transformed into golden blades, blazing fireballs, or bolts of lightning in mid-air, crossing their own lines and crashing into the densest areas of their vassal soldiers.

Those low-ranking soldiers had no means to withstand the bombardment of talismans and fell to the ground in droves.

The Bloodclaw army's giant archers and shamans also began to retaliate, with arrows and spells rising from behind and falling in front of the Silvermoon army's formation.

However, neither arrows nor spells could leave a shallow dent in the rock-armored beast's hard keratin layer.

Only through a series of concentrated attacks, accumulating small damage over time, can the Rock Armor Beast be gradually damaged.

Following closely behind the Rock Armor Beast, the Yellow Turban Warriors quickly joined the battle.

The dark gold-clad ranks moved with a steady rhythm, cutting into the vassal soldiers' already torn lines. Each strike of their golden maces created a gaping wound, a bloody mess.

The vassal soldiers were already teetering on the brink of collapse under the onslaught of the rock-armored beasts, and now with the addition of these painless steel monsters, their casualties were even more severe.

However, the raider legions and heavy infantry behind the Bloodclaw army showed no sign of moving.

The wolf-blood generals simply crossed their arms and silently watched the massacre unfold before them.

For them, the only purpose of these vassal soldiers was to deplete the enemy's strength.

They wouldn't care if more died.

But as time went by, Casper's brow furrowed more and more.

This was because the battle losses far exceeded his expectations.

Given the vast disparity in individual strength, each time our side kills a Yellow Turban Warrior or a Rock Armored Beast, we suffer dozens of times more casualties.

When all the Rock Armor Beasts were killed in battle and the Yellow Turban Warriors had suffered more than half casualties, the number of vassal soldiers who had died in battle on their side actually exceeded 30,000, with a casualty rate of more than 20%.

Even with the wolf-blooded overseer cutting down deserters from the rear, the vassal soldiers at the front were already on the verge of collapse.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Casper cursed under his breath, but he also knew very well that he couldn't have too high expectations for this rabble.

He suppressed his anxiety and waved his hand.

"Let the raiders and heavy infantry push forward, while the wolf riders cut in from both flanks and break through the enemy's defenses as quickly as possible."

As the order was given, the Raider Legion's ranks finally began to surge forward, with heavy infantry following closely behind.

The torrent of black iron and dark gray slowly accelerated.

The wolf riders on both flanks also lowered their stances, and the giant wolves began to trot, dust billowing beneath their hooves.

But just before the Raider Legion and the Heavy Infantry were about to clash, there was movement within the Silvermoon Clan's lines.

Hundreds of disciples in green robes stepped forward simultaneously, scattering a shower of golden beans with their hands.

Countless golden rays burst forth in mid-air, transforming into thousands of brand-new Yellow Turban Warriors upon landing.

They quickly formed ranks on the wasteland, deploying at a speed that no normal army could match, blocking the advance of the raider legion.

The raider's vanguard crashed into the dark gold array, its momentum abruptly cut off.

These light infantry wolf-blood soldiers were far superior in quality to the vassal soldiers, but they were still far behind the Black Iron Legion, not to mention the Yellow Turban Warrior Legion, whose average rank was Silver.

Their hand axes and short blades could only cause minor scratches and nicks when they struck the armor of the Yellow Turban warriors.

But when the Yellow Turban Warriors' golden maces struck them, they were truly deadly.

Every clash between the two sides came at the cost of the raiders' lives.

Even with a force several times larger than the enemy, the wolf-blooded elite infantry were unable to gain the upper hand and were stuck in place, unable to advance.

Even heavily armored infantrymen could hardly gain the upper hand against the Yellow Turban warriors.

The battles on both sides did not develop in the direction Casper had expected.

The weakest of the Scaled Lizard Cavalry, both soldiers and mounts, are at the Black Iron rank, making them stronger than the Wolf Cavalry.

Therefore, despite having only half the number of troops as the enemy, they actually gained the upper hand.

Casper stared at the water curtain, his face ashen.

The wolf-blood generals around him also looked grim.

The Silvermoon Clan's army was far better than they had expected, managing to hold its own against them despite being outnumbered.