The Runic Alchemist Chapter 574: The Snow Attack

"He left the ship and its armory to you, didn't he? It's your decision," Sam said and saw the boy hesitate a bit, so he added, "If you want my advice, give them a few for now.. Then you can decide if you want to give more or not when the advanced defense line is broken and outside the city wall becos a battlefield."

Elias nodded. Sam smiled and patted the guy's shoulder, and said, "Don't worry. We will have enough ti to get so pign and all of us out of here if things get worse.."

All doubts cleared, Elias looked up with a brave face and said, "I will master piloting the Dreamlight. Call us if you need any help."

Sam just smiled and nodded. Elias turned and left his and Grace's room. That was quite a transformation from the quiet and scared boy Damian had picked up in the beginning. The guy had crimson red hair, but his face always reminded Sam of Damian and himself when they were alone and living each day in the fear of Faerunian pursuers in Pyron City.

Sotis he wondered where they would be right now if he had not asked Damian to join the Eldoris army that day.

Sam checked his supplies, said farewell to Grace, who was staying behind, and along with others, joined the relieving force of 5000 pign who were heading towards the snowy mountains. Sam could not sense anything yet.. But they were there — thousands of people fighting. When these five units reached the battlefield, only then could the injured and exhausted frontline pign soldiers would co back for healing and rest.

Along with the 5000 soldiers marching were a few hundreds who were going to et the group responsible for setting up traps and modifying the battlefield. They had quite the runic items with them, stored in a few runic spatial storages that over the years they had traded from Damian through highswords using the rare ores, dungeon materials, and relics.

So of them were riding atop the Frostmanes — horse-like creatures with thick silvery fur, broad hooves, and manes that shimred like frost. Resistant to cold and able to run across snow without sinking. Most of the 5000 pign were just walking behind. Only the strongest, experienced captains and high-ranking officials were using the Frostmanes. Sam, Maelor, Lucian, Alex, Evrin, and Einar were each given one of these. They were just different types of horses, not that hard to manage.

Before the early morning turned to the dark of night, they reached the very back of the long lines of army tents placed outside the long valley between two mountains. They let the army handle their jobs and trotted up to the backline of the battlefield. It was night, but the chaos of thousands of pign warriors fighting monstrous black, animal-like pign made it anything but peaceful.

From the camp, the lined steel pillars were shooting down any monster that could fly above the battlefield and co this side. The pillar shot short bursts of laser Damian often used. Sam rembered Damiam had given the chief so of those runic tools when they departed. The pign should also have so good runesmiths in the 100 years of civilization.

Those who could fly were all Emperor rank. The King rank and below pign were on the ground, charging with madness in their eyes, fighting like they had no fear of death at all.

The evolution of the pign had transford them into all types of monsters — so were giant, axe- and sword-swinging monstrosities, while so were smaller, yet fast, with fire or ice abilities. So were throwing strange light red and pinkish energy around, ssing with pign warrior's brains, doing internal damage.

Sam and others were inford on the way about these psychic attacks. They were given so runic bracelets which, when activated, helped protect oneself against these psychic energy attacks. But when a powerful Emperor rank monster did this attack, the bracelet was not as effective as it probably should be.

Still, most pign were less than King rank. The King rank and around could be managed by large numbers of Second Rankers and First Rankers in their second or third jobs. The Emperor rank ones were being handled by teams of Second Ranker pign warriors, who seed to have figured out the weaknesses and strengths of these fixed evolutions of black pign over the past couple of years.

The Pign captain in charge of leading them here, Riodin, told Sam that the Bloodedge and Shadecastor were not joining the attack, nor was this an attempt to finish them all. They were also stalling while pushing them out of the valley for so reason, continuously sending these extra black pign they had, to exhaust the last pign warriors and not let them gather more strength.

At the end of this mountainous valley, an enormous camp had been set up by Bloodedge, who was making the black pign fight each other in large numbers to make them stronger. Once they had a sufficient number of these King and Emperor rank black pign monsters, only then would the true power of that 10 million pign force be revealed.

Even if from 10 million, only 5–7 million remained alive at the end of this forced evolution, that much would be enough for one deciding battle, instead of years of continuous fighting in trap-filled land with weird runic weapons pointed against them.

Sam and his friends stood at a distance, seeing the brutal battle going on under torchlights, runic light tools, and fire spell lights, with slight moonlight helping them all. Then, as they were inford, a loud horn went off and the black pign attackers backed away while fighting slowly, little by little. From the description, Sam expected the black pign to be so animalistic that they would follow no order, but it seed like that was not the case. It was an army that was brutal and cruel in battle, and still feared their leaders and obeyed commands like a well-trained army.

The black ones were not going back to give the defenders a rest, but that's how the black pign attacked. A completely fresh troop of over 20,000 black pign would replace this one in 2–3 hours, and the battle will continue.

There was no rest. While the black pign fought in rotation under the cramped area, slowly pushing the pign warriors back — the warriors of Pign City had no choice but to keep fighting for hours and hours, each with barely a few hours of rest.