Chapter 1196: Battle of Polya (Part )

Chapter 1196: Battle of Polya (Part )

At night, under the silent night sky, hundreds of huge meteorites, pulled by more than 8,000 spellcasters of the Mage Corps, fell towards the Black Asian Orcs' Polya camp more than a hundred kilometers away.

Located in the jungle 70 kilometers due north of the Polya camp, more than 13,000 soldiers of the 2nd Army of the 27th Corps removed the camouflage covering their bodies and, in small groups, led by officers, shuttled through the dense forest and marched quickly to the south.

In front of the marching team, more than a thousand lightly armored warriors jumped on tree trunks to explore the way forward for the army, eliminate potential threats, clear roadblocks, and strangle the Black Orc reconnaissance troops hiding in the dark.

At the same time, the First and Third Armies of the 27th Legion, hidden in the northwest and northeast of the Polya Camp, sounded the clarion call to advance, crossed the border line between the United Kingdom of Coles and the Kingdom of Belfas, and headed south.

In the military camp in the south city of Ceres Fortress, more than 3,000 griffin knights flapped their wings and flew high. Under the leadership of the high-level soul knight Ovia Silver Wing, they entered the clouds, concealed their tracks, and quickly advanced towards the Polya camp.

On the east city wall, the leader of the Dragon Knights, Lathen Esor, picked up the helmet on the back of the dragon, put it on his head, pulled down the armor, lowered his body center of gravity, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go."

More than three hundred flying dragons crawling on the ground stood up, raised their heads, flapped their wings, and rushed into the sky.

Inside the main city of the fortress, more than 8,000 wizards began the second round of joint spellcasting. Huge amounts of magic power gathered together, and a gigantic magic circle emerged in the air.

Inside the Polya camp, many powerful Black Orcs sensed the movement and flew high into the sky. Looking at the dense meteorites in the sky, they all flew upwards, ready to intercept them.

On the ground, tens of thousands of Black Orc soldiers rushed out of the barracks and, led by officers, gathered on the hill outside the camp to prepare to fight the upcoming human army.

Even though the sky was filled with meteorites about to fall to the earth, the more than 30,000 soldiers of the Third Legion of the Black Orc Northern Army did not panic at all, and everything seemed to be in order.

As for the miscellaneous tribal troops in the subsidiary camp, they were in chaos at this moment. Before the enemy arrived, a large number of deserters had already appeared.

Tens of thousands of meters in the sky, a black orc shadow warrior flashed, his black robe fluttering, a dark aura filled the air, and he chanted in a low voice. A black shadow emerged and instantly enveloped several meteorites, swallowing them and turning them into nothingness.

Not far away, a black orc swordsman stood in the air, his giant sword flashing with cold light, sword energy running rampant, and light shining. Several meteorites shattered upon touching it, and the debris splashed everywhere, falling into an unknown area.

A hundred meters above the ground, the dark shaman chanted a spell, the earth trembled, and thousands of giant trees rose from the ground, melting into a hundred-meter wooden ball with runes entwined. Driven by its own will, it soared into the sky, smashing more than a dozen meteorites, and began to fall back from an altitude of ten thousand meters, smashing into the dense forest dozens of kilometers away.

A dark purple figure flashed, and several meteorites disappeared in an instant, falling into the cracks in space...

More than twenty powerful black orcs at the Soul Level used their own methods to intercept and smash all the meteorites that were about to hit Polya's camp.

As for the outside of the camp, there was no time to take care of it.

"boom--"

Dozens of small meteorites fell outside the Polya camp, and the hot energy exploded instantly, tearing huge deep pits into the ground. The surrounding soil and rocks were lifted into the sky and turned into countless burning fragments that flew everywhere.

More than 10,000 tribal armies were annihilated by the terrifying might without even a spark.

Above the military camp, Manus looked at the scene without any fluctuation in his eyes.

No matter how heavy the losses of the ragtag tribal army were, he would not even look at them, let alone feel any anger.

In the dense forest, a middle-aged man looked at the huge wooden ball that was getting closer and closer, drew the knight sword at his waist, and slashed out a blade of light.

The wooden ball shattered, and the dark purple energy hidden in it exploded, spreading into hundreds of beams of light, attacking the marching army.

"interesting."

The white-haired young man standing next to the middle-aged man looked at the scene in front of him, reached out and patted his shoulder, motioning for him to come.

Looking at the commander, the middle-aged man put away the knight's sword in his hand and stepped back.

When the energy beam carrying the shaman voodoo was about to reach the dense forest, the white-haired young man raised his hand, condensed a huge mouth with his fighting spirit, and swallowed all the dark purple energy beams.

On the ground, more than 10,000 soldiers of the Second Army of the 27th Legion continued to march forward without any signs of disorder, and regarded the attacks from the sky as nothing.

In the shadow world, a human legend and a black orc legend stood on the top of the mountain, staring at each other silently, but neither had the desire to fight.

This raid and counter-raid war is just the beginning of the war. At this moment, it is not yet time for them to take action.

Just north of Polya's camp, more than 10,000 Black Orcs were lined up on the hillside in battle formations of 100 men each.

Looking down from the sky, every black orc has shaman runes engraved on his face, with indifference to life in his eyes, and a blood-red glow emanating from his body. The phantoms of wild beasts condense above the army, emitting bursts of roars, which shows how elite they are.

Several kilometers away, Harold, the commander of the 4th Battalion of the 2nd Army of the 27th Legion, looked at the Black Asian Orc army that was ready for battle in the distance, raised his hand and stopped the advancing troops.

More than 4,500 soldiers stopped after seeing their battalion commander's gesture.

"Defend!"

Upon receiving the order, thousands of soldiers pulled down their armor, clenched their right fists, and struck the left breastplate.

The next moment, the magic circle engraved on the inside of the armor was activated, and several defensive magic circles emerged, covering the soldiers.

Silver magic light flowed on the surface of the armor, condensed into a thin film, and spread around.

In less than a moment, a magic shield appeared above the army, covering the Fourth Battalion.

With soul-level strongmen as the main nodes, gold-level professionals as secondary nodes, silver-level professionals as branches, and bronze-level professionals as the ends, they absorb fighting spirit, merge it into armor, and then reverse it into magic power and transport it into the magic shield to prop up the magic shield to resist long-range attacks from the enemy.

Harold drew his sword, swung it forward, and shouted, "Attack."

Thousands of soldiers drew their swords, formed a battle formation, and began to charge.

The low hum of the magic circle and the metallic sound of armor colliding intertwined together, forming a solemn and majestic aura.

"Fire arrows."

Upon hearing the order, more than a thousand black orc archers bent their bows and shot black feather arrows forward.

Tens of thousands of black-feathered arrows fell from the sky, hitting the silver film, making a huge explosion.

The smoke and dust cleared, and the silver light curtain simply became dim, with no one injured or killed.

Seeing that the long-range attack was useless, the Black Orc general waved his hand to let all the archers withdraw, picked up the hammer in his hand, and shouted loudly in Orcish: "For the glory of our god and the Ysera tribe, charge."