Elven cultivators

In fact, with Anton's current cultivation level, he could have long ago drawn qi to form talismans and attached spiritual light to them, drawing talismans in the air without any materials.

However, this method requires a significant amount of true energy.

A small number of talismans are fine, but to bless hundreds of people at the same time, and four talismans for each person, is something even a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the peak of their cultivation level couldn't do.

Ready-made talismans are much more convenient; they only require a trace of true essence to activate, consuming very little energy.

Even so, by the time Anton finished applying the talismans to all the elves and dwarf warriors present, he had already exhausted most of his true energy, and it took him a whole bottle of Qi-restoring pills to replenish it.

"The Qi-restoring pill is good at restoring spiritual energy, but it's not very effective at restoring true essence. I'll have to find time to refine new pills after the war ends."

Anton put away the remaining talismans, turned his head and saw the three elders with hesitant expressions. He immediately realized what was going on and explained in a low voice, "The cost of talismans is very low."

With his current cultivation level and talisman-drawing skills, he doesn't need a spiritual guide; he can draw talismans using ordinary paper at virtually no cost.

If I had to put it in perspective, it would be that it consumes more true energy, which is all due to human labor costs.

Upon hearing Anton's words, a look of realization flashed across the eyes of the three elders.

Sure enough, like the Yellow Turban Warriors, the cost of Anton's new type of reel was also far below normal levels.

No wonder they can be mass-produced.

The three of them realized the benefits of this new type of reel almost immediately.

For example, right now, with the blessing of the talismans, the allied forces' combat power has increased significantly, and their chances of defeating the Molten Thorn tribe have increased considerably.

However, just as the three elders' faces lit up with joy, Anton poured cold water on their enthusiasm.

"Talismans require special techniques to activate, and currently only I can do it."

Anton's words were not untrue.

The talisman requires spiritual energy or true essence to activate, and he is currently the only one in the entire Dawn Continent who can do it.

To change this, the talisman system would need to be adjusted so that talismans can also be activated with magic.

However, this is much more difficult than modifying combat techniques.

Anton preferred to take a different approach, combining spirit stones with talismans so that anyone other than him could use spirit stones to activate talismans.

However, how non-cultivators can mobilize the energy within spirit stones is a question worth exploring.

Anton is still studying it.

Upon hearing Anton's words, the three elders were immediately disappointed.

But when they learned that Anton was working on a solution, the three of them felt a renewed sense of hope.

They had great confidence in Anton's talent.

Once the difficulties in using talismans are solved and they are widely adopted, the improvement in clan strength will be immediate.

On the other side, the dwarves were also marveling at the sight.

What surprised them was not the effect of the talismans, but the fact that the Silvermoon Clan could produce such a large number of magic scrolls to boost their fighting strength.

The three dwarf elders, Hagrid, Knut, and Thorwin, were astonished by this.

They didn't hear the conversation between Anton and the three elven elders, nor did they know that the cost of the talismans was almost negligible. They only felt that the Silvermoon Clan's foundation was much deeper than they had anticipated.

With the blessing of the talisman, the morale of the allied forces soared.

Just then, the lizardman army on the wasteland also stirred, with several square formations surging chaotically toward the Silvermoon Forest.

Seeing this, the Grand Elder's expression turned solemn, and he gave a deep order:

"Prepare for battle!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the warning line at the edge of the forest came to life.

The living thorns buried deep underground suddenly awoke like a long-dormant python, with countless vines emerging from the decaying leaves and soil, swaying and dancing in the air, weaving together to form a wall of thorns covered with barbs.

After the living thorns, the sentinel trees also awoke from their slumber, slowly uprooting themselves and taking heavy steps to line up behind the defensive line.

The lizardmen, charging in, quickly surged into the forest, crashing into the wall of thorns first.

The living thorns, covered in sharp spikes, immediately coiled around the lizardmen at the forefront like venomous snakes, constricting their waists and limbs, the barbs digging deep into the gaps in their scales, rapidly injecting paralyzing toxins into their bodies.

The lizardmen roared in pain and struggled desperately. Their claws tore through a few thorns, but more thorns wrapped around them, snapping their bones and rupturing their internal organs. They died quickly and motionless.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the elven archers, who had been waiting in the wings, simultaneously released their bowstrings, and a dense barrage of arrows poured out like a torrential rain, drawing dense parabolas in the air and landing precisely among the lizardmen.

Arrows pierced the scales, blood splattered everywhere, and screams rose and fell.

Following closely behind, the elven spellcasters raised their staffs high, unleashing a barrage of spells like a shower of flowers upon the enemy ranks.

Lightning bolts, blazing orbs, freezing rays, ice storms, phantom killers... Under the bombardment of spells, the lizardmen fell one after another like straw being cut down.

However, there were simply too many reptilians.

The gray-green tide surged in, one after another.

They wielded their battle axes and claws, hacking and slashing wildly. Faced with their overwhelming numbers, the wall of thorns quickly crumbled.

The Sentinel Trees, which had been poised to strike, immediately took over, their thick branches swinging like giant arms, smashing the approaching lizardmen away.

Several lizardmen pounced on a sentinel tree at the same time, their sharp claws digging deep into the trunk, sap splattering everywhere.

The branches of the Sentinel Tree lashed wildly, flinging the lizardmen clinging to it one by one, but more lizardmen clung to it, like ants devouring a giant elephant, tearing it to shreds in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, the advance of the lizardman army was finally halted by the buffer provided by the living thorns and the sentinel trees.

Only then did the combined forces of elves and dwarves officially launch their attack and join the battle.

Clad in rune-patterned leather armor and wielding frost-patterned weapons, the elven warriors were like sharp blades, piercing fiercely into the dense formation of lizardmen, instantly unleashing a bloodbath.

The dwarves, on the other hand, circled around to the flanks and attacked.

They were even more ferocious than the elves, showing no regard for formation, charging into the lizardmen in groups of three or five, wielding their battle axes and warhammers with tremendous force.

The dwarf warriors' fighting style is exceptionally simple and brutal: they chop down the enemy in front of them with an axe, step over the corpses and continue forward, chopping down the next one.

Their chainmail was soon splattered with the blood of the lizardmen, their beards stained dark red, yet they fought with increasing ferocity, letting out rough battle roars.

"Kill all these cold-blooded reptiles!"

"Victory is certain!"

Roman somehow infiltrated the dwarves' ranks, shouting slogans of certain victory and wielding his battle axe to cut down enemy after enemy. For a moment, he appeared even more valiant than the dwarves.

With the blessing of the talismans, the elves and dwarves displayed combat power far exceeding their usual strength, fighting bravely against their enemies.

The lizardmen's vanguard quickly collapsed under the combined attack of the allied forces from both sides.

Before the allied forces could catch their breath, the ground suddenly trembled violently, and hundreds of enormous creatures rushed into the forest.

The Stoneskin Troll has joined the battle.

Cedric, who was in charge of the command, had been keeping a close eye on the Stoneskin Trolls' movements and, upon seeing the situation, issued a new order without hesitation.

A group of tall oak guards strode forward with heavy steps.

They are much larger than the Sentinel Tree, with canopies that spread out like umbrellas and trunks covered with a thick layer of bark armor.

Oak Guardians are living creatures created from trees that are over a thousand years old and transformed with the life spring. They possess combat power comparable to that of the Iron Golem.

However, the Silvermoon Clan has contributed most of its Life Spring water to Krethor Dragon City, and only a handful of Oak Guards are generated each year. Due to years of war, the losses are enormous, and they can only barely muster fifty Oak Guards now.

With the Oak Guardians leading the charge, followed closely by the elves and dwarf warriors, they managed to withstand the Stoneskin Trolls' charge.

The two sides fought fiercely, with blood, limbs, and splinters of wood flying everywhere, turning the forest into a bloody meat grinder in the blink of an eye.

The elder's gaze swept across the battlefield and met that of Zogu, who was positioned behind the lizardman army.