Elven cultivators

"What? The transit point in the Ash Wasteland has been destroyed?"

Casper slammed his fist on the table, causing the sand table flags on the long table to jump.

The magic crystal lamp inside the tent flickered, casting a half-light and half-shadow on his twisted, furious face.

"What exactly happened?"

In the command camp, all the wolf-blood generals turned to look at the messenger kneeling in the tent.

The messenger, not daring to raise his head, reported with a dry throat: "About two hours ago, the Silvermoon Clan's fleet suddenly appeared above the transit camp... Nearly a hundred Sky-Soaring Flying Ships, plus two Flying Radiance Towers. Their air force far exceeded our initial estimates. All of our armed airships were shot down, the Bloodwing Demon Bat Cavalry Regiment was routed, and the ground camp was also captured..."

The tent was deathly silent.

The wolf-blood generals exchanged glances, their faces growing increasingly grim.

Nearly a hundred flying boats?

Didn't the intelligence report say that the Silvermoon Clan only had a handful of Flying Cloud Ships?

The difference in quantity is too great, isn't it?

Casper's chest heaved violently as he barely managed to suppress his surging anger and horror, and he asked in a low voice, "The supplies in the camp...?"

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

With the camp fallen, it's obvious that the supplies that were just transported all the way from Bloodclaw City have fallen into the hands of the Silvermoon Clan.

Besides the financial pain, Casper's heart sank to the bottom.

Without further supplies, what will they rely on to fight the war?

The wolf-blood generals clearly realized this as well, and their expressions grew increasingly grim.

"Once the supply line is cut off, it will take us at least ten days to half a month to rebuild a new transit point."

"Even if we rebuild, it won't help. If the Silvermoon Clan sends another fleet to attack, what will we use to defend ourselves? Even the Bloodwing Demon Bat Cavalry and the armed airships have been decimated. We simply don't have the air power to intercept that fleet."

"Our supplies will only last for another ten days or so at most..."

The air in the command camp seemed to freeze.

All eyes turned to Casper, waiting for him to make a decision.

Casper's expression was uncertain, and a hint of regret was rising in his heart.

He had thought that attacking the Silvermoon Clan would be an easy victory, adding a brilliant chapter to his glorious record.

Who would have thought those damn pointy ears would be so hard to chew?

Not only were they unable to capture the main battlefield after a prolonged siege, but their supply lines were also severely damaged.

The situation couldn't be worse!

The longer the silence lasted in the tent, the heavier the invisible pressure became.

An older wolf-blooded general standing nearby frowned slightly as he noticed Casper's somber expression and silence.

He coughed lightly, breaking the stagnant silence.

"Lord Casper, the situation has changed. We can no longer continue this war of attrition."

"The only way now is to defeat the main force of the Silvermoon Clan before our supplies run out. Only by winning the main battle can we catch our breath and have enough time to rebuild our supply lines."

Casper snapped out of his daze and realized he had been silent for too long.

He suppressed his surging emotions, took a deep breath, and his expression returned to its cold and hard state.

"……you're right."

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over each general in the tent, and gave the order, word by word:

"Pass down the order: the entire army is to attack."

"This time, we must utterly crush the Silvermoon Clan, no matter what!"

……

The Silvermoon Clan camp at the southern end of the Tar Plains.

In the command camp, the Grand Elder put down the communication talisman in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the several high-ranking officials in front of him, a smile appearing on his face.

"The fleet has reported that the transit point in the Ash Wasteland has been successfully destroyed and a large amount of supplies have been seized."

The atmosphere inside the tent immediately relaxed a bit.

Elena raised an eyebrow: "In this way, the Bloodclaw Clan's supply line is cut off."

Cedric picked up the conversation, his expression grave: "Once the supply lines are cut, the Bloodclaw Clan will not sit idly by and wait for their resources to run out. They will most likely launch a general offensive and finish the battle quickly."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the tent flap was suddenly flung open from the outside.

An elven officer rushed in, speaking urgently, "Elder, the Bloodclaw Clan army has mobilized and is pressing towards our lines. Their army is larger than ever before!"

The atmosphere inside the tent changed instantly.

The Grand Elder's expression hardened, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

He then instructed the elven officer, "Distribute all the talismans in the warehouse and equip the half-elf legion with them as well."

This battle is of paramount importance; there's no need to worry about preserving supplies anymore. Let's just go all out and fight.

"Yes, Elder." The elven officer acknowledged the order and left.

The clan leaders also stood up and walked outside, their fighting spirit high.

……

The earth trembled on the Tal Plain.

From the air, the Bloodclaw Clan's army formation resembled an iron-gray tide, spreading out and blotting out the sky.

This formation is larger and thicker than ever before.

The vassal troops were concentrated at the forefront, followed closely by the raider legions and heavy infantry, while the wolf riders on both flanks spread out in full force, resembling a slowly closing iron clamp from a distance.

Meanwhile, the Silvermoon Clan's army had already deployed its forces early on.

The Yellow Turban Warriors at the forefront numbered only about two thousand, much thinner, yet they still stretched across the plain like a dark golden dam.

In this two-week war of attrition, the Silvermoon Clan lost more than 15,000 Yellow Turban Warriors, making it the largest war loss in history.

However, the Bloodclaw clan suffered even greater losses.

The vassal troops were almost decimated, and even the Wolf Fang Legion suffered heavy losses.

Strictly speaking, the Bloodclaw clan suffered greater losses.

After all, Dao soldiers can be reforged if they are destroyed, but it takes a long time to replenish and train soldiers who have died in battle.

The two armies quickly reached the middle of the plain and collided like a torrent, instantly unleashing a bloody storm.

The vassal soldiers at the front fell to the ground one after another like straw being cut.

Every time the Yellow Turban Warrior swung his golden hammer, a cloud of blood mist rose from the crowd.

After days of fighting, the vassal soldiers had come to deeply understand the terror of these enormous creatures before them.

Faced with these indestructible and incredibly strong alchemical golems, all they could do was sacrifice human lives.

It often takes dozens of people to destroy a single alchemical golem.

If it weren't for the wolf descendants overseeing the army, they wouldn't have wanted to fight these alchemical golems at all.

Therefore, even when they went to the battlefield, the morale of the vassal soldiers was very low.

They dragged their feet, staring blankly ahead, uttering incoherent screams; it was less a charge and more a suicide attempt to drown themselves in the noose.

Fortunately, this time, the Wolf Fang Legion did not stand by and watch from the rear as usual.

A gray-iron tide suddenly surged out from behind the vassal soldiers.

The raiders and heavy infantry stepped over the corpses of their vassal soldiers, accelerated forward, and fiercely attacked the Yellow Turban warriors.

The golden mace, accompanied by the whooshing sound of wind, smashed down on the armored figures, sending the wolf-blood soldiers in the front row flying backward. The muffled sounds of armor denting and bones shattering echoed one after another amidst the clash of swords.

But more wolf soldiers trampled over the corpses of their comrades, slipping in from the flanks and gaps, hacking at the joints and seams of the Yellow Turban warriors with their battle axes and claws.

The deafening clang of metal striking metal filled the air.

This dark golden embankment is being eroded and worn away bit by bit.

On the high slope behind, the Silver Moon Legion and the Half-Elf Legion took this opportunity to unleash their firepower, throwing out all sorts of talismans as if they were free.

A dense barrage of lights flashed above the battle line, raining down on the Wolf Fang Legion's ranks like a storm.

The sudden increase in firepower caused the Wolf Fang Legion's casualties to skyrocket.

Casper, watching from behind, felt his heart clench and his heart bleed with heartache.

These dead soldiers were the elite of the clan, veterans and experts trained over decades.

Even so, Casper did not order a retreat, but gritted his teeth and ordered the rear troops to continue pushing forward.

After suffering heavy casualties, the Wolf Fang Legion finally broke through the dark golden dam.

The remaining Yellow Turban warriors were quickly defeated, and the Silver Moon Legion and the Half-Elf Legion behind them were completely exposed to the enemy.

The wolf-blood soldiers surged forward like a burst dam, shrouded in dust and blood, their ferocity palpable.

They were greeted by a neat array of soldiers.

The soldiers of the Silver Moon Legion and the Half-Elf Legion had already applied the Vajra Talisman, the Savage Spirit Talisman, and the Lightness Talisman to their bodies one by one.

Several kinds of auras intertwined on their bodies to form thin and dense layers of light film.

They didn't roar; they simply drew their rune-inscribed longswords from their sheaths and fearlessly charged towards the enemy.

The two torrents collided in the middle of the plain.

The battle intensified.

The Wolf Fang Legion is the core force of the Bloodclaw Clan, but in terms of troop quality alone, they are comparable to the Half-Elf Legion.

They are far inferior to the Silvermoon Legion, which is already the Black Iron Legion.

Therefore, although the Wolf Fang Legion far outnumbered its opponents, it was difficult for them to gain the upper hand in battle, and instead, they tended to be suppressed.

The Silvermoon Clan army's lines were like a slowly advancing iron wall, each advance thinning the Wolf Fang Legion's lines, plowing out scorched death zones with talismans and spells.

The situation on both flanks of the battlefield is equally dire.

The wolf riders galloped across the plains on the flanks, attempting to penetrate the heart of the Silvermoon Legion from both sides. But the Scaled Rock Lizard riders, like driven-down iron wedges, reversed course from the flanks and drove the wolf riders into their formation, cutting them into several segments.

The Scaled Rock Lizard's claws and the Elven Rider's longsword worked in perfect harmony, tearing a bloody gap in the wolf riders' ranks with each strike.

High in the sky, the shadows of the Radiant Feather Cavalry swept across the edge of the battlefield at an angle, and arrows rained down like a storm, pinning the entangled wolf riders to their mounts.

The wolf riders who were shot fell to the ground along with their wolves, and were quickly crushed into a bloody mess by the subsequent charge.

Casper watched this unfold, his face growing increasingly grim.

If the Bloodwing Demon Bat cavalry were still around, they could at least hold back the Radiant Feather cavalry, and his wolf cavalry wouldn't be being unilaterally suppressed like they are now.

But that unit had already been decimated, and the scattered cavalry had not yet been fully regrouped. Their supplies probably wouldn't last until the defeated troops were gathered and integrated.

The older wolf-blood general beside him, noticing Casper's expression, whispered reassuringly, "Lord Casper, rest assured. The Wolf Fang Legion outnumbers the enemy's main force by more than three times. They're only temporarily suppressed because they can't deploy their formations. But if this continues, once the Silver Moon Clan's forces are depleted, the balance of power will eventually tilt in our favor. And..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "We still have a trump card."

Casper's expression softened slightly, and he nodded a little.

Yes, they still have a trump card.

Originally intended to be used against the defensive array of the Primordial Spirit Realm, plans can't keep up with changes. The strength of the Silver Moon Clan's army far exceeded his expectations, so he had no choice but to use it for now.

Just then, a sudden change occurred on the battlefield.

The ground suddenly cracked open in the area where the Bloodclaw Clan's rear army was located.

Amidst the flying rubble and clods of earth, countless figures darted out from the crack.