Elven cultivators

In the center of the camp, a gray tent was suddenly ripped open.

A burly wolf-blooded general strode forward, the tips of his beard still trembling slightly from his earlier rage. He looked up at the dense array of bluish-white ship shadows in the sky, his expression instantly changing.

"What happened?"

"Wasn't it said that the Silvermoon Clan only had three Flying Radiance Towers and a small number of Soaring Cloud Flying Ships? Where did all these Soaring Cloud Flying Ships come from?"

As far as the eye could see, the long, slender, bluish-white ships stretched across the horizon like a tide, numbering at least a hundred, a scale quite different from what the intelligence reports had described.

"Are those guys who did the intelligence gathering just sitting around doing nothing? How could they get such important information wrong!"

The wolf-born general couldn't help but curse.

However, now was not the time to settle scores. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes fixed on the sky, watching the changing battle situation.

The battle was one-sided from the very beginning.

The Bloodclaw Clan's armed airships were already far outnumbered by the Silvermoon Clan's fleet, not to mention the huge difference in performance.

Those airships equipped with the modified core of the Heart of the Mountains represent the strongest air force that the Bloodclaw Clan can mobilize.

But compared to the Flying Radiance Tower and the Soaring Cloud Flying Boat, they were like a bunch of clumsy and slow tin cans, easily crushed.

The wolf-blooded officer witnessed one of his own armed airships locked in combat with a soaring cloud vessel. Its gunners fired at close range, hitting the flank of the cloud vessel and tearing a narrow gash in its energy shield.

At that moment, he almost thought there was a turning point.

However, in the next instant, beams of spirit crystal cannons and multiple streams of magical light flew out from another flying boat on the flank, accurately hitting the power core of the armed airship and blasting it in two.

The broken keel, wreathed in flames and fragments, crashed like a fallen torch onto a row of supply wagons at the edge of the camp, triggering a series of violent explosions.

Even worse were the Bloodwing Bat Cavalry.

This force, which Casper considered crucial in blocking the Silvermoon Clan's air superiority, is currently suffering extremely heavy casualties.

The energy shield of the Flying Cloud Flying Boat and the almost solid defense of the Flying Radiance Tower blocked all attacks.

The short spears and arrows of the Bloodwing Bat Cavalry struck the shield like raindrops hitting an iron wall, only creating ripples and causing no real damage.

The well-trained, elite, and powerful Bloodwing Bat cavalry appeared so small and vulnerable in the face of these behemoths.

They excel at maneuvering and flanking maneuvers, as well as concentrated fire attacks, making them highly effective at harassing ground convoys or suppressing infantry formations.

However, they were completely helpless against this aerial fortress with its robust energy shield.

Each time the Flying Cloud Ship concentrated its fire, hundreds of Demon Bat Cavalrymen fell from the sky in swathes, like harvested ears of wheat.

Those figures with torn wings and shattered armor tumbled and crashed to the ground, splashing up clouds of dust and blood.

The wolf-blooded general watched this scene, his eyes twitching incessantly.

He once had great confidence in the Bloodwing Bat Cavalry.

Even if the Silvermoon Clan were to attack, this elite force, along with its armed airships, would be enough to defeat them.

But now, as he watched the Bloodwing Demon Bat cavalry fall in droves like moths being crushed, his confidence was shattered completely.

"My lord, we can't hold out in the air any longer!" came the adjutant's hoarse shout. "The airships are almost completely wiped out, and the Demon Bat cavalry are suffering heavy casualties. If we continue fighting..."

Before he could finish speaking, another fireball exploded in the sky.

The last armed airship was shot down, and its burning wreckage crashed into the warehouse area in the center of the camp, flattening a wooden shed full of grain.

The wolf-blooded general clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms, but he did not order a retreat.

He knew very well that it was too late to escape at this point.

In such flat terrain, no matter how fast you run on two legs, you can't outrun an air vehicle.

Once the order to retreat is given, the soldiers will completely lose their order and become prey to be slaughtered at will by the airships and towers high in the sky.

After annihilating all the armed airships, the fleet began to concentrate on dealing with the Bloodwing Demon Bat cavalry.

The latter's casualty rate immediately soared at an alarming rate.

High in the open sky, the Bloodwing Bat Cavalry were like unshielded targets, only able to take hits.

Even though the Bloodwing Demon Bat Cavalry was undoubtedly an elite force, after a casualty rate exceeding 40%, the army inevitably began to collapse.

The remaining cavalry scattered and fled, no longer trying to maintain their formation, only focusing on making the demonic bats under their mounts flap their wings desperately, fleeing in a direction far away from the battlefield.

The fleet pursued them for a while, slaughtering several thousand more Bloodwing Demon Bat cavalrymen, before turning around and diving towards the ground camp.

The dense beams of spirit crystal cannons struck first, accurately hitting several defensive fortifications on the perimeter of the camp, blowing away watchtowers, wooden fences, and guards.

Then came the onslaught of spells and talismans. Multicolored streams of light rained down into the camp, exploding among tents, sheds, and people, making the already chaotic camp even more fragmented.

After several rounds of bombardment, the fleet began to land.

The Flying Radiance Tower was the first to land, its massive base making a dull thud the moment it touched the ground, causing the surrounding ground to tremble slightly.

At the same time, the hatches at the bottom of the tower opened, and squads of elven soldiers and disciples of the Primordial City filed out, quickly deploying into formation. Like sharp blades cutting through a tangled mess, they systematically divided and defeated the garrison in the camp who had not yet recovered from the air raid.

The camp's resistance quickly crumbled.

Most of the garrison had been scattered by airstrikes.

The few small groups of soldiers who attempted to organize a counterattack were immediately crushed by concentrated fire as soon as they showed themselves, showing no signs of organization whatsoever.

Within half an hour, the sounds of explosions and shouts of battle gradually subsided over the entire camp, leaving only the crackling of flames and the occasional groans of the wounded.

The Second Elder stepped out of the cabin of the Flying Radiance Tower and entered the camp, stepping on the broken tiles and charcoal ash scattered on the ground.

The air was thick with the smell of burning and blood as several elven soldiers were leading prisoners in strings to a temporary containment area at the bottom of the tower.

An elven officer trotted up, stopped in front of him, and bowed.

"Elder Axel, all resistance forces in the camp have been eliminated, and a total of more than 3,700 people have been captured, most of whom are logistics and supply personnel."

The Second Elder nodded slightly: "What about the supplies?"

"The warehouse has been preliminarily inventoried, including food, fodder, arrows, magic stones, and magical equipment; it is quite large."

When he said the last few words, the officer's tone carried an undisguised excitement.

The Second Elder's lips finally curved into a slight smile.

In fact, the Silvermoon Clan had discovered this transit point some time ago.

The reason we haven't taken action yet is that, in addition to needing time to gather intelligence on the troop strength at the transit point, we also want to observe the enemy's supply transport patterns and find the most suitable time to strike.

Ultimately, they chose a time when supplies were piled up at the camp and had not yet been transported to the Tal Plains, and launched a decisive attack, successfully capturing a large amount of supplies.

"Take everything you can carry, and destroy anything you can't. Do the same with the teleportation array; destroy it completely," the Second Elder ordered in a deep voice.

The officer responded crisply, turned around, and strode away.

Under the officer's orders, the soldiers quickly divided into several groups and swiftly loaded batches of supplies onto the airships and towers.

The warehouse above was quickly filled to capacity, with no room for anything else.

The remaining supplies that could not be taken away were either set on fire or smashed on the spot.

About half an hour later, the two Flying Shining Towers and nearly a hundred Cloud-Soaring Flying Boats took off again, their bluish-white streaks drawing long, thin trails in the twilight as they rapidly receded toward the southern horizon.

The plains quickly returned to quiet.

Only the ruins of the camp, a few wisps of embers that haven't completely died out, and the congealed blood and shattered armor pieces scattered on the ground testify to the fierce battle that once took place here.