In addition, the powerful Dragon-Wolf Species Saha, accompanied by a unit of Heavy Armor Imperial Guard, stood on the left side of the Jackal Wolfman Corps.

These imperial guards clad in heavy armor stood at an average height of three meters, with their full-body heavy armor making them appear even more imposing, surpassing the Centaur Warriors in might. The blood-colored cloaks behind them waved like proud battle flags.

Each member of the Heavy Armor Imperial Guard wielded a long-handled broadsword and heavy blade, capable of slicing a person clean in half, skin and bone alike, with a single strike.

Lastly, the Barbarian Leader Jib led a mixed warrior army, primarily composed of dozens of Barbarian Warriors, along with some Bear Goblins, Giant Demons, and Ogre Warriors.

These warriors did not wear iron armor, but rather donned leather armor or sturdy beast-hide aprons. The energy supply from the Dragon Group Territory was insufficient, preventing all warriors from being fully armed, hence the mixed brigade received slightly lesser treatment.

However, their weapons were never in short supply; each one wielded flails, war axes, and heavy hammers, standing behind the proudly triumphant Barbarian Leader Jib.

Barbarian Leader Jib, having earned commendable military achievements, was granted an audience with the Red Dragon. The souls of the fallen barbarians were allowed to return to the Holy Hall of the Giant Dragon, filling him with honor. Swinging his heavy axe, he showed off his strength.

The gaze of these warriors uniformly fixed upon the floating Blood-colored Holy Hall in the sky, as well as the silhouettes of the Giant Dragons behind it.

With a sweep, Blue Dragon Doss and White Dragon Camid came flying in, swirling around the Blood-colored Holy Hall, while the silhouettes of Red Dragon Kleyna and Black Dragon Rosani soared up and down.

The enormous figure of Karon descended at this moment, his dragon claw pressing on the ever-expanding Blood-colored Holy Hall, infusing immeasurable Magic Power into this temple as the world’s magic surged, drawn in by him.

“Cross the boundless forest, tread across the endless rivers, pass the graveyard burying countless warriors, and ascend that sacred mountain peak,” countless songs and battle dances emerged within the Blood-colored Holy Hall, the souls of the fallen warriors singing loudly.

“The Blood-colored Holy Hall rests atop the peak, a sanctuary for loyal and brave souls; it yearns for the flesh of its enemies. Brave warriors, go forth, go forth! Though flesh may fade, the soul eternally returns to the Holy Hall. Sacrifice the blood of the enemy upon the holy hall, the skulls upon the throne!”

Countless warriors raised their heads, lifted their weapons, and shouted in unison, “Blood sacrifice to the Holy Hall, skull offering to the throne!”

“Embark!”

The vast Holy Hall radiated boundless light as if propelled forward by the enormous Red Dragon in the air.

The silhouettes of dragons soared in the sky, the warriors’ figures traversed the land, rushing toward the distant enemy, determined to win the battle.

A few Elf Warriors patrolled within the woods not far from the tribe, moving through the trees in groups of three or four.

In the forest, these elves received the blessing of the forest’s will, moving nimbly and swiftly, making them the finest scouts.

A faint rumble transmitted from the ground, as the Elf Warriors instinctively leaned in to listen.

Ca-caw, a flock of Night Crows and vultures flew past the woods, suddenly emitting strange, noisy calls that caught the attention of these Elf Warriors.

These Elf Warriors, unwilling to expose their position, intended to shoot down these noisy creatures with their bows and arrows, yet in the next instant, a fierce gust of wind assailed them.

The pupils of the Elf Warriors’ eyes suddenly dilated. Axes flew in from all directions, covering all escape routes of the Elf Warriors.

“Enem…” Before a warning could escape their mouths, the assaulting axes sliced the Elf Warriors into dozens of fragments.

The serene forest gradually carried the scent of blood.

Rumble, the next moment, countless warriors charged through the distant woods like a violent beast tide, trampling the forest ground.

Two towering Trees of Life stood, their lush canopies shading the vast Elf Tribe. Within several hundred meters around the Trees of Life, verdant green grew, forming an expansive grassy lawn.

The elves enjoyed a rare tranquil moment, walking, playing, and conversing in this area. These elves understood how to enjoy life, a skill necessity for a long-lived race.

Just then, distant tremors emanated from the forest, akin to a beast tide surging through the forest, rapidly approaching the Elf Tribe.

Yet the elves paid it no heed, as the War Ancient Trees on the outskirts provided the best defense for the Elf Tribe. Once revived, these War Ancient Trees could readily dispel those tumultuous beast tides.

However, suddenly, a large dark cloud drifted across the sky, unanticipatedly enveloping the mid-air over a hundred meters, shrouding many elves within.

Crack,

Bolts of lightning unexpectedly cascaded from within the dark clouds, striking down toward the Elf Tribe, transforming an area within two hundred meters into a thunderous prison.

High Tier Magic Lightning Storm, a large-scale spell released by mages in unison, exhibited formidable power in this world.

Despite lacking precise targeting, the extensive destructive capability of descending lightning was almost akin to precision, being deadly upon contact to ordinary elves and weaker Elf Warriors.

Just one magic spell left the Elf Tribe in sudden chaos, leading to significant casualties.

Armored warriors fully clad appeared before the elves’ eyes, immediately inciting panic, while the appearance of dragons in the sky further escalated the cries of the elves.

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