Their only option was to land on the ground.
Garcia had no choice but to land on the ground with her aerial troops. The ground was filled with minced meat. She tried her best to ignore the feeling of soil beneath her feet, but she could not escape the stench of exposed intestines and organs. She could not shut off her sense of smell. Every inch of her senses was crucial on the battlefield.
"Flesh and bones are like grass, my body is like a blade!" The Nyra spiders screeched and pounced forward.
Garcia could no longer see anything else. As soon as she landed, black and purple spiders filled her entire field of vision. Fortunately, she still had her companions behind her. Her sword glowed like the moon, and the strong chimera Magushir roared beside her.
The elves and the Nyra spiders were from the same era. Her ancestors had once fought against them. In the first era, the elves saw the Nyra spiders as their enemies. They also respected the spiders who built a glorious civilization in the underground world. But now, they had become Monet's minions, puppets without consciousness. Garcia wanted to exterminate them as soon as possible.
A hundred Blackwing Heavy Cannons roared at the same time. Cannonballs flew toward them like divine punishment. The troops from Fort Korver provided them with the greatest assistance. In the end, one-third of the cannonballs tore through the spiders' magical defenses and flew over Garcia's head, inflicting heavy damage to the Nyra spiders. One out of every three spiders fell.
At this time, Garcia stood at the front of the troops and faced the Nyra spiders. She raised her sword and faced the terrifying faces of the Nyra spiders.
She could fully observe many details, such as the mounds on the ground, the dark and deep cave entrance, the broken limbs that were blown away by the cannonballs, the forelimbs of the enemies that were close to her that were covered with tiny spikes, their fangs dripping with black venom, their scarlet compound eyes of different sizes, and the fine hairs on their bulging abdomens …
She swung her sword and slashed horizontally.
The light of the Moon God erupted from Garcia's sword. Amidst the sound of skin, flesh, and bones being torn apart, two spiders were split in half.
She walked forward, and the huge chimera pounced forward to help her smash the enemy on her left. At this time, a large group of Nyra spiders began to cast buff spells on themselves and entered melee combat. This was actually good news for the Tiya Kingdom. They were not afraid of the Nyra spiders fighting them, but they were afraid that the spiders would retreat and join the Black Orcs.
Garcia led the rangers and charged across the smoking ground, screaming and shouting. The divine blessing made her body light and strong, and her mind was filled with fire. Her blade cut the fangs of the spiders into pieces. The battle was bloody and dull, and her ears were filled with the screams of the spiders and the roars of the elves.
Rain finally began to fall from the thick clouds, mixing with the blood to form small streams. Casia's armor had long been dyed red, and his sword-wielding arm emitted a strong smell of blood.
.........
The rangers on the city wall were constantly monitoring the movements of the Black Beastmen, which meant that they were about to arrive at the battlefield.
"It's time to retreat."
Garcia told herself. However, the Nyra spiders suddenly changed their strategy. They seemed to have made up their minds to drag the Tiya Kingdom's troops to death. The remaining spiders became even more ferocious. They no longer kept their distance like before. Instead, they swarmed forward and tangled with the elves.
Even some of the Scorpions that were attacking the wall gave up on their strategic target. They turned around and surrounded the elves, ignoring the attacks from the wall.
At this moment, the remaining Hell Spiders had all rushed to the front, and the elves were also eager to continue the slaughter. Caught in the middle, the stench of blood and sweat almost suffocated Garcia. The poisonous fangs in front of her and the sword and shield behind her forced her to stay still. She only had two options to move: to continue forward or to cut down the soldiers behind her.
In this situation, the elves would suffer a heavy blow as soon as they turned around and retreated.
"Your Majesty, we have achieved our goal. You should leave some warriors behind and retreat immediately." Caleb's voice became urgent. This was undoubtedly the rational choice.
But from Garcia's point of view, she had no other choice but to hope that she and her companions could fight their way out before the Black Orcs arrived. The sky became even darker. Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and rain poured down. The enemy would not give up. Every time she killed a Hell Spider, another one would appear in front of her, or a second, or a third.
She slashed continuously until her arms were about to give out. Garcia could only hear her own breathing, and could only see blood flowing and broken limbs flying up and down. After an unknown period of time, the sky in front of her finally cleared up. She could no longer see any traces of the spider in the heavy rain.
"Is it over?"
Garcia raised her head. She was just about to give the order to retreat when she realized that they were surrounded by tall and strong Black Beastmen. Their dry cheeks made them look like towering rocks in the storm.
They did not attack. They did not even make a sound. They just stood there silently. A sense of danger gripped the hearts of the elves like ghosts in the middle of the night.
The elves dragged their stiff arms and legs. The surviving seven-headed chimeras walked with heavy steps. With Garcia as the center, they slowly gathered together to confront the Black Orcs.
Stalling for time was obviously more advantageous for the Tiya elves. But for some reason, the Black Orcs did not attack. Garcia tried her best to take in fresh air. The intense heartbeat in her ears slowly calmed down. After a while, the Elf Queen felt that she had recovered a lot of her strength.
"Alright, elf. Kalodan Scarron wants to give you a chance to fight a fair battle."
An Orc taller than the other Black Orcs picked up his huge machete and walked as he spoke. "But I know that your reinforcements are on the way. So, you only have this time to rest."
"Kalodan Scarron?" Garcia felt that the name was a little familiar.
"Wrong."
The Black Orc shook his head and firmly denied what he had just said. "My name is Kalodan Monet."
Garcia realized that the Black Orc was a Derivative. But this Derivative seemed to be different from the ones described by the Alliance.
"Help!
Help! "
The commander on the far wall was crazily issuing orders. Through the spell link, the orders were transmitted to Garcia's ears. The gate of Fort Korver, which had been closed all this time, suddenly opened. No one hesitated. The military forces of the Tiya Kingdom were almost all out, ready to rescue their queen at any cost.
Garcia leaned on her sword, a guilty look on her face.
Kalodan also saw this scene. Looking at the elves swarming over, the Black Orc Derivative's face gradually showed disdain. "As a long-lived species, the elves have long lives and impressive talents. But you have never been able to occupy a place in Airadia.
You are too emotional. For sudden emotions and so-called justice and kindness, you can do anything. You overestimate yourselves and act recklessly.
I didn't expect that after so many years, you still haven't made any progress. "