Chapter 929 Battle of Madeira Plains (4)

Archibald looked at the human being dozens of kilometers away, and a hint of bloodthirstiness flashed in his eyes.

"attack."

Listening to the drumbeats, the Gnoll overseers brandished bone whips, urging the Goblins and Kobolds to take the black potion.

Whipped by bone whips, tens of thousands of goblins and gnolls pulled out the corks and poured the foul-smelling liquid from the bamboo barrels into their mouths.

In the array, thousands of gnoll overseers looked at the goblins and kobolds who were about to transform. They threw away their bone whips, exerted force with both hands and feet, and ran wildly to the rear.

In less than a moment, the goblins and kobolds began to swell in size, turning into pure beasts, making meaningless roars.

Thousands of lizardmen walked to the front of the formation, took out their musical instruments, and began to play rhythmically.

Under the special melody, a hundred thousand dark beasts calmed down, lying quietly on the ground, listening to the melody.

On the command platform, Archibald looked at the cannon fodder who had completed their transformation and without wasting any time, he directly ordered the attack.

These dark beasts can only exist for five hours, and he cannot waste any time.

After receiving the order, the lizardman musician's music suddenly changed and became passionate.

One hundred thousand dark beasts stood up, roared, and began to rush towards the human army several kilometers away.

Following the dark beasts, thousands of Blackrock Ogres acted as the vanguard, leading five thousand gnoll soldiers, five thousand lizardmen soldiers and twenty thousand black-blooded ratmen soldiers, and began to slowly run forward.

On the command platform of the human central army, Weilin looked at the rolling black tide, raised his hand expressionlessly, and put it down with force.

The officer of the magic artillery unit received the order and shouted loudly: "Fire."

The muzzles of twenty large magic cannons, two hundred and eighty medium-sized magic cannons, and eight hundred small magic cannons flashed with magical light, emitting bright purple beams of light.

Thousands of energy bombs flew into the air, pouring down towards the black tide with a whistling sound that tore through the air.

Each energy bomb exploded the moment it touched the ground, forming small mushroom clouds that burst into dazzling colors and were shrouded in smoke, filling the battlefield.

The violent force instantly engulfed the surrounding dark beasts, leaving behind deep pits.

Each explosion was accompanied by a deafening roar. The dark beasts charging following the rhythm forgot what terror was and continued to charge forward.

After three rounds of magic cannon fire, the dark beast was only three kilometers away from the front line.

A moment ago, Greg had a cold expression on his face and shouted, "Shoot."

More than ten thousand archers drew their arrows, put them on bowstrings, and began to shoot.

Tens of thousands of feather arrows fell into the black tide, nailing more than a thousand dark beasts to the ground. Green blood continued to flow out from the wounds, corroding the earth.

Looking at the dark beast that was still eight hundred meters away, shiny cracks appeared on its dark skin, its thick limbs were stained with green venom, and its mouth was filled with foul-smelling saliva.

Cassius gave the order without any fear on his face.

"Yu!"

Thousands of soldiers in the front row raised their iron shields and thrust them into the ground.

The soldiers in the back row stretched out their spears into the army with fear in their eyes, but they had nowhere to retreat. The weapons of their comrades behind them were pointed forward, and if they retreated they would die.

The next moment, thousands of dark beasts slammed into the iron shield, making bursts of noise.

Dozens of gaps appeared within the field of vision, and the soldiers in the rear stepped on the flesh and blood of their comrades to push forward.

The sound of magic cannons continued, continuously reducing the number of dark beasts.

"attack."

Cassius drew his knight's sword and shouted the order.

Tens of thousands of soldiers moved at the sound, with fierce looks in their eyes, and went forward to meet the enemy.

As the battlefield moved forward, the muzzle of the magic cannon pointed forward, pouring energy bombs at the enemy forces farther away.

In the monster army, Archibald turned to look at the half-dragon mage and said, "Stop those long-range attacks. My troops cannot be lost on the way to attack."

The half-dragon mage nodded, his figure disappeared, and he came into the sky, using magic to move all the energy balls in the air into the space cracks.

The next moment, Weilin ordered the bombardment to stop, looked up at the half-dragon mage in the distance, and asked, "How confident are you?"

Upon hearing this, Kyle replied without hesitation: "As long as you give the order, I will destroy him."

"Don't worry, let's see who can keep calm now."

Weilin retracted his gaze and cast his eyes towards the battlefield in the distance, his eyes revealing indifference. At this moment, the war had just begun, and the test was who would play all their cards first.

The lower-level soldiers on both sides had no idea how many people the other side had, let alone how long the fight would last. The only thing they could do was obey orders.

As the dark beasts were consumed, the armies of both sides began to fight a bloody battle.

On the battlefield, Cassius killed several two-headed ogres. Looking around, he saw familiar faces everywhere, but now they had turned into cold corpses.

Looking at the corpse of his subordinate, with a pierced chest, there was a lingering desire for life in his eyes.

Cassius bent down, removed the silver plate from his chest, put it into the gap in his armor, and rushed towards a low-level golden ogre.

In this war, the Qixing Camp was chosen as the vanguard and stood in the front row. They served as the courage of the entire army and also as Weilin's proof to ensure that military orders could be implemented throughout the army.

As troops were poured into the battlefield, more than 200,000 people from both sides fought on an area of ​​less than 30 square kilometers.

The infantry fought in the center of the battlefield, while the knights charged at the edge.

In the afternoon, Archibald looked at the situation on the battlefield, put his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "Karas, Badenby..."

Every time a name was called out, a powerful soul-level warrior would walk from behind Archibald to the front.

"Go and try out the enemy's last card."

"Yes, Commander."

The eight powerful soul masters bowed their heads and saluted, then flew away.

On the command platform, Weilin looked at the figures in the distance and said in a deep voice: "Kyle, Fiona, uncle, Uncle Madmonch, and Uncle Kadechi, it's your turn."

Upon hearing this, the five people left the command platform and appeared in the sky.

The next moment, Weilin summoned the Knight of Life and the Knight of Death and asked them to go and help.

In less than a moment, fifteen powerful soul masters were fighting each other at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

Kyle single-handedly fought against a high-level Soul-minded half-dragon mage, a mid-level Soul-minded lizardman, and a mid-level Soul-minded half-dragon, and firmly gained the upper hand, occasionally helping Fiona deal with the low-level Soul-minded ogre.

“It’s a bit slow.”

Kyle threw away the lizardman arm in his hand, opened the Messier demiplane, grabbed the sleeping red dragon, and threw it directly at the mid-level half-dragon man with soul.

"Kolclaff, kill that half-dragon and I'll give you a thousand gold coins. If you can't, you'll have to deal with the consequences yourself."

The red dragon, who had just come to his senses, couldn't help but tremble when he heard Kyle's voice. He then looked at the mid-level half-dragon with a fierce look on his face and rushed up without saying a word.

The red dragon took one of them away. Kyle looked at the half-dragon wizard and the lizardman and grinned, saying, "This battle ends here. If you want to survive, you must show your true abilities."

Upon hearing this, the half-dragon mage looked solemn, exchanged glances with the lizardman, and then retreated several thousand meters.

If a mid-level soul knight said such words before the battle began, he would only laugh at him.

But after a brief fight, he became extremely cautious when he heard these words.

If the situation went badly, he would sell the lizard man and put his own safety first.

As for the responsibility for the failure of the war, Archibald naturally had to bear it, and he even took advantage of the situation and deprived him of his position as general.