"Trapped?" General Sharlonbas quickly ascended into the sky, his scalp tingling as he saw human warriors densely packed like ants on the cliffs on both sides of the mountain walls. They were desperately throwing various items down, and a previously sparse and empty land had sohow erged with piles of resources stacked like mountains.
However, the three thousand Storm Sorcerers were not ordinary people. The Flying Cal warriors who had not encountered any threats began to incur casualties, and the Totem Pillar of War Songs could not protect against a high-intensity magical attack!
"General! Our vanguard troops have reached the enemy’s stone wall, where many Berserkers of Tel Aviv are stationed. They are extrely difficult to deal with!" A staff mber, after receiving the report from the Boneset Box, yelled frantically at Sharlonbas, "The enemy is also using large ice balls that roll towards our warriors. Those ice balls are sohow burning with fire, General! The valley floor has been deliberately modified by the enemy, and the slope inclines towards us. Our warriors can’t avoid those fiery ice balls rolling towards us!"
Before General Sharlonbas could make sense of the situation, the most terrifying scene unfolded.
At the top of Skyline Valley, there stood four gigantic "Wind Rocks". These hill-sized "Wind Rocks" swung back and forth with a gust of wind, appearing perilous yet rooted firmly in place. Such "Wind Rocks" were common in many mountain ranges of the Aegean, and the Sea Clan had never paid much attention to them.
But after the final assault began, these "Wind Rocks" beca the Sea Clan’s nightmare. As the 150,000 troops stread into the valley, the four "Wind Rocks" on the mountaintop, with the sound of thunderous landslides, suddenly crashed into the densely packed flow of people in Skyline Valley.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The ground-shaking collision of the "Wind Rocks" caused the heavens and earth to tremble, also drowning out the horrific sound of flesh being crushed into bloodstain patterns.
There was no way to avoid the "Wind Rocks" looming overhead. The tightly packed sea of Sea Clan warriors in the straight, tunnel-like Skyline Valley left no room to maneuver.
It was equally impossible to stop the "Wind Rocks". Not to ntion that the Storm Sorcerers had no ti to react, even if all three thousand sorcerers fired at once, it would not have been enough to deal with each of these hill-sized massive rocks.
The four "Wind Rocks" sealed the ends, trapping the main attacking force of the Sea Clan tightly in the ten-plus-mile-long Skyline Valley. The few unfortunate ones who were smashed into at pies were indeed the minority, but the remaining had no way forward and were blocked from retreat, effectively canned.
The horrid nightmare unfolded one after another, like a series of flying bolts. As the Wind Rocks fell, a vast amount of mountain spring-like water cascaded down from the valley, just as the Sea Clan staff urgently reported to General Sharlonbas. The ground of this Skyline Valley had been deliberately modified by the Flying Cal Army, forming a slope along the Sea Clan’s attack route, allowing both the water flow and combustible ice balls to roll unabated.
The slope itself wouldn’t be much of a problem, but the crucial point was that the extensive spring water poured down by the Flying Cal Army carried a strong, pungent, irritating sll. The Sea Clan soldiers, who had been running rampant in the Aegean Continent for so ti, were well aware of this sll— it was the sll of strong spirits, with an incredibly intense odor! The quickly spreading blue flas across their feet confird their suspicions. The vast boiling Sea of Fire ignited by high-concentration alcohol couldn’t be extinguished even by torrential rains summoned in panic by the Storm Sorcerers!
This was an incredibly terrifying disaster!
This was the scene of Hell’s Sea of Fire!
Of the 150,000 Sea Clan warriors that entered Skyline Valley, fewer than 5,000 were fortunate enough to escape. They hadn’t even seen Roml before being collectively roasted into liquor-filled charcoal in this massive crematorium.
However, the battle didn’t end there. On the contrary, it was just an intense prelude.
Since General Sharlonbas assigned all Storm Splitter Sorcerers as the reserve, the three thousand Flying Cal air force mbers appearing in the sky found themselves in an unopposed domain. Over two hundred Sirens encountered their deadliest nesis—Golden Elf archers!
The Sea Clan army still numbered over five hundred thousand. Normally, even if the Flying Cal air force was a staggering three thousand strong, it would be hard to steal the spotlight.
But every rule has exceptions. Just as Beamon’s air force had swindled 115 tons of carbon essence from humans and bombarded Hai Mu’s coalition with "Molotov cocktails", seemingly isolated Roml could also use his own group to embarrass the Sea Clan’s reserve army.
The Flying Cal air force wasn’t staging a ground assault with spears; they were dropping large "Cradle Gourds"!
This fruit was a wild specialty of the Sword Peak region, shaped like Tie Guaili’s gourd. The locals like to eat young gourds as vegetables, use older ones as water tanks, or cut them in half to make cradles for children, hence the na.
Since "Cradle Gourds" could be used as water tanks, their water-carrying capacity was naturally significant. The gourds dropped by Roml’s air force were filled with high-concentration alcohol, with the mouth stuffed with sodium cellulose. Upon impact, they exploded with a "bang", spreading a massive umbrella-shaped fire rain that adhered to the skin and couldn’t be extinguished, no matter how much one rolled on the ground.
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