1063: Chapter 274: Erald Actual Combat Drill 1063: Chapter 274: Erald Actual Combat Drill The confidence of the golden sword-wielding Mojie didn’t last long, as he watched in bewildernt the train of worshippers around the opposing carriages draw luminous arcs of dazzling white light with their hands.
As the light faded, squads of ironclad cavalry appeared out of nowhere in the empty desert.
Ali Dai Yi’s eyes nearly burst on the spot.
This was only the beginning…
Behind the carriages, from within a huge tent through which figures ceaselessly darted, erged giants of terrifying stature; their imnse bodies even sending the vast tent flying.
As a devastatingly beautiful priestess, perched on the back of a sub-dragon Magical Beast, stepped into the battlefield to the beat of a heavy war drum, giant flying beasts began to rise from the dunes ten miles away, beating their leathery wings.
These flying behemoths, crowded together like a dark swarm of bees, divided into three groups, left, center, and right, heading toward Suwit Oasis.
Before Ali Dai Yi could co to his senses, an additional dozen-or-so war elephants, as if straight out of ancient myths, materialized near the opponent’s carriages.
In the Desert Kingdom, there’s a nation called Kitega that also excels at using war elephants to break enemy lines, but even binding two Kitega elephants together would likely not compare to the monstrous size and terror of those 600 yards away.
“Imam, focus your fire, hit those war elephants first!” Ali Dai Yi, nearly screaming his lungs out, roared at the Imams on the tower behind him in a hoarse voice.
The Imams were petrified, their fire-based spells still uncast, as a terrifying teor shower had already bombarded their earth walls.
Scorching shards of flaming debris exploded on the narrow platforms, bursting into cascades of fiery rain, eliciting screams after screams.
Forty-eight ironmongers from the Tefen had been dragged by their boss from the arms factory’s production workshop right to the frontline, using their specialty, “Condensed Fla teor,” to teach all of the Desert People an unforgettable lesson.
The Imams’ magic had actually been within range as soon as the uncivilized enemy troops had taken formation, but for the sake of secrecy, they had deliberately refrained from acting, hoping to lure the snake out of its hole; the mages of the Bimon Kingdom harbored the sa thought, everyone was calculating their moves with similar cunning.
“How could the Bimon Kingdom have Mages?
And Giant Mages at that?” All the Imams were stunned at that mont, their minds a blank slate.
They wanted to intercept the opponent’s teor shower, but when teor showers from 48 different directions appeared before the 13 Imams, they could only watch helplessly.
As their confused thoughts had yet to fully recover, another terrifying event took place—the air was filled with lightning, fire saws, wind blades, and water arrows, alongside a variety of instant-cast spells from Magical Beasts, hurtling directly toward the Imams.
At the sa ti, a huge snake with a human face appeared in the air with a dazzling halo around it.
The trendous surges of elental vibration emanating from it sent alarm through the hearts of every Imam—this was very likely a Super-level Warcraft!
While the Imams were still skeptical in their minds, the human-faced giant snake had rapidly approached Suwit Oasis and then suddenly vanished in mid-flight, as if it had never appeared at all.
To ordinary people, the danger had passed, but to the Imams, it was a disaster.
That human-faced giant snake couldn’t possibly have vanished into thin air; the only possibility was that it had gone invisible.
Dealing with an invisible powerful Magical Beast was even more nerve-racking for the Imams than facing one that was visible!
As the panicked Imams’ attention was divided, the cavalryn, who had lost magical support, began to suffer.
The Cal Cavalry, bursting out of the earth walls, had just opened their ranks and hadn’t even had the chance to share their thoughts when a rank of dark, flying Knights swept over their heads.
Blades flashing cold light were flung down from the hands of the aerial soldiers, carrying the montum of great inertia, they opened bloody rain in the ranks of Cal Cavalry.
These suave Chimaera aerial cavalry, after one low-altitude swoop, caught the blood-stained glinting blades in their hands again.
The iron tide surged; twenty-two mammoth Heavy Cavalry, wielding seven-ter-long lances, along with four hundred fifty-two Antelope Cavalry equipped with “Yu Kuer chainmail,” charged from left and right towards the Cal Cavalry racing from the gaps, shaking the entire desert.
With aerial cavalry above and ironclad cavalry on the ground, the scimitar-wielding Cal Cavalry didn’t have ti to react before they collided head-on at high speed with the iron riders of the Bimon Kingdom.
Twenty-two mammoth Heavy Cavalry, like pavent rollers, cleared a wide path, while the chained Antelope Cavalry left no chance for the enemy with their spiraled horns and their powerful charge, supported by indestructible tal Totem Poles.
The aerial Chimaera and Newton Cavalry, one relying on the acid of the Chimaera and the gleaming blades in their hands, the other relying on “Morading’s Fury,” were dedicated to perfecting the air-ground coordination tactics repeatedly emphasized by their boss.
“It’s over,” Ali Dai Yi, seeing the sudden ergence of so many reserves on the enemy’s side, felt his heart sink.
With such overwhelming force and under high-intensity magical suppression, it was only a matter of ti before Suwit Oasis could no longer be defended.
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