627: Chapter 133 – Tribute_1 627: Chapter 133 – Tribute_1 When all the militia of Feilengcui launched themselves at the Koutao rfolks in the river, Daisy also floated in the air, quietly observing the situation on the battlefield.
As a military adviser with rigorous academic training in strategizing, Daisy’s habit stemd purely from instinct.
The geography of the Fla Mountain Valley was dominated by an extinct volcano of enormous size; a volcano that might have erupted hundreds of thousands of years ago, and now appeared peaceful and desolate.
Part of the circular crater had collapsed on the right side, forming a large U-shaped entrance.
Without this collapsed entrance, the volcano couldn’t be called a valley.
A large river was situated five hundred yards in front of the U-shaped entrance, bridged by a large span naturally ford by volcanic rock.
The dark volcanic rock and honeycomb holes gave the bridge a sowhat sinister vibe.
The Difeng Giants and Koutao rfolks on the river’s edge were engaged in intense combat.
From Daisy’s perspective, one could see a lava river running by the left side of the Fla Mountain Valley.
This kind of terrain was naturally made for ambushes.
Seeing the Beamon warriors of Feilengcui pouncing towards the Koutao rfolks seven or eight hundred yards away, the slow-witted Tauren warriors finally woke up.
But just as they were about to charge, Daisy stopped them.
The Fairy Dragon’s Chief of Staff certainly didn’t allow even the last reserve to be selected from the old, weak, won and children; even though the antelope won were indeed robust.
In the two-hundred-yard-wide underground river, there were at least seven or eight thousand Koutao rfolks, their upper bodies sticking out.
At a glance, this river was like an outdated cheese teeming with big-headed flies.
So many rfolks squeezed in the water, just looking at it was sowhat horrifying.
Daisy had to remain vigilant.
The “Underground Sun” above the Fla Mountain Valley offered a bit of assistance to the militia of Feilengcui.
The light emitted from the Golden Crow was limited, close but not reaching far.
The militia were almost half a mile away from the Fla Mountain Valley, the Koutao rfolks hadn’t noticed them at all.
They didn’t expect that so many reinforcents could suddenly erge from the Fla Giants.
They were still fiercely wrestling with the Difeng Giants; their varying heights forced the Difeng Giants to keep on retreating.
Daisy could tell that these Koutao rfolks must be inexperienced.
They attacked all at once, without strategy, let alone calculation of their attack radius.
Their actions had a rather crude feeling to them.
“They’re dood.” Daisy also rembered to tell Elder Tang Jin who was anxious and worried, “These Koutao rfolks are dood.”
Twenty Newton Giant Birds, with their patchy wings, slowly floated across the sky.
It was only then that the Koutao rfolks sensed sothing was wrong.
Many of them were looking up at the sky, their water arrows and columns aid at the Difeng Giants, had paused for a mont.
The militia of Feilengcui soon arrived.
They had rushed out haphazardly at first, but once they were within attack range, their uniqueness was noticeable.
Their scattered infantry line, as soon as they erged from the dark, instantly transford into a fine spearhead attack formation.
Hundreds of Koutao rfolks had rushed to the shore, forcing the retreating Difeng Giants back.
They had completely exposed their back to the militia.
A flash of cold light and hundreds of Koutao rfolks on the shore looked as if they were beards scraped clean by a double-edge razor, as a clear and clean path of blood was swept open.
The solid boots of the Beamon warriors stepped onto this path covered in blood and flesh.
The characteristic attack formation of Feilengcui, truth it be told was not of much worth.
It rely involved sending the strongest warriors to charge at the front.
The rear lines would then expand the torn open enemy line even more.
Today, in place of Feilengcui’s Heavy Cavalry, was the Banilou Warrior Figo.
Standing at six ters tall, Figo was completely armored in steel, wielding a long-handled anchor.
In appearance, Figo was indistinguishable from a Steel Golem.
The Whale Warriors, who were recognized in the history of the Aegean Continent as the pinnacle of individual combat, were as explosive as ever in their appearance this ti.
In a battle between armies, especially during a large-scale charge, martial prowess doesn’t matter.
Within the chaos where the two armies clash, who has ti to contemplate whether to dodge or to use flashy sword techniques?
Limited by the dense formations, even if there were chances to utilize such techniques, they wouldn’t be as effective.
The most simple and effective thods were still blocking and chopping, the simplest techniques to quickly defeat an opponent.
In past sea-land wars, the Whale Warriors had left an indescribable shock on the terrestrial races of the Aegean Continent.
Today was no exception, no one could withstand the shock waves of the Whale Warriors, even if there was only one.
Facing off against the peak power of an entire plane, regardless of their strength, physiological quality, and difference in equipnt, it ant the arrival of a slaughter.
Given the abilities of the Koutao rfolk, it was an uphill struggle to block the attack of a Super Whale Warrior who was once the head of the Royal Guard.
At this mont, whether the long-handled anchor on the Whale Warrior emitted flas or not didn’t matter.
Wherever the warrior went, his anchor cut a wide arc, casting nurous “birds” in the open air.
These “birds” were ford by the severed bodies of Koutao rfolks; they flew quite far.
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