Capítulo 1895: Chapter 616: Codename Foxfire_2
“Saint Francisco cannot do without you, and neither can the Aegean Continent!” Marshal Sidov gazed sincerely at the Magic Tutor, who was reputed to be the closest to a deity, earnestly expressing his plea.
Master Stefano pressed his lips together, nodded firmly, then turned and waved his staff. A group of mages of varying heights immediately stood up silently, heading towards the pre-set magic teleportation array without looking back.
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Amidst the snow-capped mountains and green Bering Ranges, the beautiful Floriundo Salt Alkali Forest was in chaos like a cauldron of boiling oatmeal.
The demon army, which originally marched with a neat and thunderous stride on the wide, white salt crystal avenue, now resembled an ant swarm doused in boiling water; the officers’ curses and the soldiers’ frightened shouts converged into a colossal wave of noise.
Two hundred thousand troops, this was already twice the standing force of the Bimon Kingdom.
But this number was merely a vanguard for the Demon Clan.
However, no matter how elite the army, without enough masters, they would panic just the same when faced with dragons, especially four giant dragons.
Valdeniel of the Order of the Bleeding Cross, covered in sweat, directed the logistic unit at the rear to quickly haul over the heavy crossbows while frantically dialing the Bone Union Jewel Box of the Stockton Seat.
The four Hell Black Dragons hovered silent and steady in the sky, not rushing to attack, yet their imposing appearance and the bloody tales in knight novels still wrenched Valdeniel’s heart tight.
The Bone Union Jewel Box could not be connected, the noisy “sizzle sizzle” of static indicating that the Stockton Seat was currently at the center of an elemental storm, and Valdeniel switched three Bone Union Coordinates, all with the same result.
The severe interference of the Bone Union Jewel Box’s communication function could not be achieved by ordinary arcane magic.
Valdeniel was so anxious blisters had formed on his lips.
He was not worried that the Six-winged Heavenly King would be harmed.
The Stockton Seat had set out to investigate why the South Cross Star Forest emitted such a heavy air of scales, taking with him the elite forces of the Demon Clan intended for the swift assault on Filence, which in the eyes of the Bleeding Cross Knight, symbolized invincibility.
However, precisely because of this, there were currently no top-level masters in the two hundred thousand demon vanguard army capable of countering Aegean Dragons!
Air Force? Out of three thousand air forces, twenty thousand were dispatched to scout enemy conditions, clear the path, leaving only one thousand in the center, and with their flying altitude and speed, they could barely reach the dragon’s tail!
And if they did, what could they do?
The enemy intelligence report explicitly stated that even the tauren of the Aegean Continent could only chop off a dragon scale with an axe!
Dungeon Archers? The dragon’s arcane magic could descend from the sky, while the Dungeon Archers had a range of only three to four hundred yards!
And what if they hit? It would only be tickling the dragon!
The heavy crossbow unit was a choice, yet let us not forget, these heavy weapons must be dismantled and transported with trailers.
And even after painstakingly setting up the heavy crossbows, would the four giants dragons merely wait to be shot?
The five hundred-man Arcanist Corps was the only group Valdeniel could rely on, but he himself understood that these Arcanists were nowhere near enough against the four Aegean Dragons.
With the extensive spread of the two hundred thousand troops, if the four dragons wished, they could ravage however they wanted!
Valdeniel was almost certain that the Heavenly King’s Seat was nine times out of ten tricked by the enemy’s “lure the tiger away” stratagem.
A silver little elephant walked in the air, and upon seeing a slender figure sit on the decorated sedan with tassels and drapery, Valdeniel suddenly felt calm.
What is meant to come will always come, fear cannot win any chance.
“I am Valdeniel, the chief of staff of the Demon Pioneer Corps, stop where you are!” The Bleeding Cross Knight stomped and soared into the blue sky, shouting harshly in Aegean Common Language, drawing his sword with a clang.
The silver little elephant had no wings, but it could hover nevertheless; its movement consisted of one flash following another flash.
If the Arcane Beast had such characteristics, it would certainly be of an extraordinary level.
Although Valdeniel was secretly lamenting in his heart, he still hid his panic well, maintaining an expression neither arrogant nor servile.
“Good day, Chief of Staff.” The figure on the silver elephant stood up, white fingers pulling aside what seemed like a curtain of clear gauze: “I am Rommel, Rommel from Lusen City.”
“No need to be nervous, these four Hell Black Dragons have no malice.” Rommel’s bloodshot eyes, with a hint of playfulness, aimed at the tense demon army on the ground.
Valdeniel only felt a bright flash before his eyes, what a dashing and handsome young man!
Even in the silver-eyed realm renowned for its handsome men, such a suave and elegant gentleman was probably one in a million!
“Stranger, immediately state your purpose!” Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Valdeniel steadied himself.
He had heard of Lusen City, its name appeared in the pre-war compilation of intelligence, this was a city under the control of the Aegean Fallen Elves, meaning “the pearl born in the world’s most beautiful clam shell.” Find the newest release on NoveI-Fire.ɴet
It was said that the staff had once dispatched personnel to make contact with this city of Lusen, probably trying to recruit these Fallen Tribes as insiders, but ultimately no specific development had resulted.