A crescent moon floated above the desert. Jon Arthur agreed to the Pentashade Dragons' multi-front battle plan and led the army to the Elven Forest.
The three columns were like a thick steel snake, winding into the northern territory. They circled around the border of the Blackwing Empire, crossed the Rapids River, and left from the north.
Jon Arthur rode at the front of the troop, accompanied by his twin brother, the Dragon Hunters Byff and Darrow. Behind him was the entire army that he had brought along this time, including spellcasters, knights, pike cavalry, archers, and many crossbowmen.
It took them a few hours to complete the transmigration. After that, Jon Arthur would always recall the time when he was closest to the Blackwing Empire's security perimeter. He would occasionally hear the howls of wild beasts in the darkness. He clearly realized that he was not encircling an evil dragon, but a crusade against a country.
The main force against the Black Wing Empire was the Pentashade Dragons of Aladia. After the end of the previous war, the number of Pentashade Dragons active in the North did not decrease at all. On the contrary, they were continuously replenished, and their numbers were even greater than before. These Red Dragons, Blue Dragons, and Green Dragons were hiding within the lava, sand, and dense forests. Under Alex's command, they were prepared to think of ways to destroy the newly prosperous country.
No matter the outcome, good or bad, they had already put all their eggs in one basket.
On the second night, night had already fallen, dyeing all the flags black. The army of Kohor set up camp to rest between the rolling hills and the Elven Forest. Fireflies scuttled between the tents, like wandering stars.
The huge bloody corpse of a bull was placed above the blazing campfire, skewered with a barbecue fork as thick as a small tree. In fact, the fork was indeed a small tree. Blood and oil dripped into the flames as two warriors worked together to slowly rotate the bull.
Jon Arthur was surrounded by the troops of the Free Trade City-State and the permanent army of Kohor City. But now, he had brought them thousands of miles to the north. The loss of more than twenty thousand soldiers would definitely bring about a series of problems. Leader Tashanmur would also know about it soon.
Hence, time was of the essence. Not only was Blue Dragon Alex impatient, but Jon Arthur himself knew that he could not leave this army outside for too long.
After a night, a pale white mist floated from the night sky, like long white fingers on the river. Men and horses opened their sleepy eyes in the chill of dawn, stumbling as they moved their bodies. They were busy fastening the saddles, loading the heavy weapons onto the carriages, and extinguishing the campfire.
The horn sounded. After a night of recuperation, Jhonen Arthur felt that his army was ready to begin the battle. The knights leapt onto their panting mixed blood warhorses, the footmen strapped on their swords as they ran, and the archers followed at the back of the army.
However, in just a moment, Joenarthur's extraordinary senses allowed him to sense that something was not right. After listening attentively, he heard a commotion coming from the outpost that was quite a distance away from the main force. The shouts of soldiers, the clashing of spears, the neighing of horses, and the roars of beasts all entered his ears.
He hadn't given the order to attack yet, so logically speaking, there shouldn't be any sounds of fighting coming from the front.
"My Lord."
Just as Jon Arthur was deep in thought, a messenger hurriedly ran out of the fog. The soldier was fully armed, mounted on a horse, and wearing a full helmet that had been battered.
"What's going on?" Jon Arthur asked.
"The Elven Forest has discovered us and launched an attack," the messenger said.
"They took advantage of the night to sneak around the outpost. They are less than a mile to the east of us. We don't know how many of them there are.
After hearing this, Jowenarthur didn't have time to think. He made a prompt decision and rushed out with his trusted knights. "All troops, get into battle formation and charge."
Damn it. Isn't the Elven Forest a place where the kind races gather?
How could they attack first and initiate a war before we have made our stand clear? This is not how the kind races do things.
The morning sun rose from the horizon, and rays of pale red light extended from the east. The sky in the west was dark purple, dotted with a few stars.
The sound of the bugle sounded in the army of Kohor. It was low and mournful, making one's soul tremble and blood boil. In terms of luxurious equipment, the army of the central trading city-state was definitely the best in Airadia. For example, the Kohor army now, even the bugle was a rare magical item.
When Jon Arthur arrived at the battlefield of the outpost, the mist in the air was gradually evaporated by the rising sun. The grass that the horses ate was covered with dew, like diamonds scattered on the ground. The dragon hunters followed closely behind him, and a large number of trusted knights were on standby.
Even from afar, Jon Arthur's equipment was dazzling. Even the king's gold and jade clothes could not compare. His cloak was woven with countless mithril threads, so heavy that it was difficult to make it float when charging. Once on the horse, it would almost completely cover the horse's hind legs. His armor was heavy elemental black steel, covered with a layer of silver-white enamel. His kneepads and gloves were covered with complex carvings, as bright as light.
This set of equipment did not seem to be of much use in battle, but it was very charming as a decoration. However, in reality, this was not the case. Jon Arthur's armor was full of permanent magic buffs, and the overall effect was not inferior to a legendary armor. The actual burden on his body was almost zero.
In the light of dawn, Jon Arthur's heavy cavalry climbed up the mountain like a slowly blooming steel rose, the spikes shining brightly.
At this time, Jon Arthur could already see his opponents. Just as the intelligence said, the main combat force of the Elven Forest was the shapeshifting druids, the scythe-wielding chastity hunters, the swift giant eagles, and the strong and ferocious chimeras. However, he was still very puzzled as to why the enemy would take the initiative to attack.
The outpost troops hid behind a wall of shields and spears, blocking every wave of attacks from the Elven Forest. However, the attacks of these kind races were more ferocious than expected, and the troops had suffered heavy losses.
Fortunately, they had completed their mission and successfully stalled the enemy. Now, it was the foreign races' turn to bleed.
"For Kholor!"
Jon Arthur roared, and his trusted troops immediately followed. Although the dragon hunters did not shout, they also gripped their weapons tightly. "For Kholor!
For Kholor! "
The low and long horn suppressed the horns of the foreign races, and Jon Arthur led a team of elite heavy cavalry into the battlefield. Right in front of them, a small team of Tia Elves formed a half-moon formation, their crossbows all loaded, like a hedgehog waiting to strike.
The arrows of the Elven Forest greeted them like hailstones. Ten, a hundred, and in an instant, countless arrows greeted them. However, not a single one of the heavy cavalry fell because of the arrows. These weak short arrows did not cause any real damage to them.
The cavalry turned into a torrent, charging forward with great momentum. Just as they were about to crush the elven squad into powder, a huge chimera suddenly appeared, cutting off their path, blocking the elven squad that couldn't retreat in time. The chimera's three heads spewed out breaths of different natures.
However, it could not stop the charge of the heavy cavalry, because in the next second, it was knocked to the ground by a rock spike. The spellcasters of Kholor could not be ignored, and were also playing a role.
For a moment, the scene was chaotic.