Ashen Dragon

Black Stone Valley, on the open valley before Aivendel City, was everywhere piled with the charred corpses of Beastmen, still with Remnant Flame continuously burning, crackling crisply, flames flickering with the wind.

Dwarves, Elves were ready on the city walls, gripping tightly their Short Bows, Warhammers, quietly waiting for the enemy's arrival.

"Brethren, allies...

At this moment, the fate of Aivendel is in our hands, even the situation on the Fianso Continent will be changed by this great war.

If we succeed, your actions will surely be inscribed in the annals of history!"

Ed's voice was steady and powerful, each word resonating against the flag-lined city walls.

The Dwarf King raised his Warhammer high, a powerful aura emanating, "For Order and Justice! Aivendel shall never fall!"

"For Order and Justice!"

At this moment, whether Dwarf or Elf, they all raised their weapons uniformly, emitting earth-shaking cries, even the Gold Dragon atop the city's spires lifted its head with a light roar.

Just then, Rhea clutched the Silver Sword in her hand, her expression solemn as she gazed into the distance, brows slightly furrowed.

"This is..."

With the Legendary Paladin's powerful Perception, she keenly sensed—felt the ground trembling slightly, chaotic noises coming from afar.

She picked up the crystal pendant hanging around her neck, within which the Holy Tree Water revealed ripples.

"It seems the Beastman Army is coming, hopefully, we can successfully complete Catherine's mission this time."

And soon, the trembling became more pronounced, the entire Blackstone Mountain Range seemed to shake, the ground resounding with a rumbling noise.

Chunks of stone tumbled down the cliffs, even the Dwarf Warriors could easily perceive it.

"By Moradin above..."

"What is that sound?"

"You, do you feel it? It's not an illusion; the earth is trembling!"

Dwarf King Ed, sensing the bloody scent coming head-on, shouted loudly, "It's the Beastmen, the Beastman Army is coming!

All forces on standby! Prepare for the enemy's onslaught!"

The Sentinel atop the battlements looked into the distance, mouth agape, eyes filled with shock, "By Du Masong above..."

First appeared a sky-covering dust and blood fog, almost filling the field of vision.

Then the Beastmen surged out from within it like a mottled deluge, occupying much of the valley, countless frenzied Beasts running wild. From within the dust, the Beastmen kept pouring out, relentlessly following each other.

At this moment, an enormous Beastman Army comprised of hundreds of thousands of Beastman Warriors emerged.

Compared to the Vanguard Forces led by Monk last time, the size and momentum of the Beastman troop were even larger, far greater than before.

"Woo—"

The Beastmen raised their heads, blowing a yellowed horn made from an enemy's thigh bone. Instantly, the bone horn emitted a long and deep sound, like the muffled roar of a gigantic Beast.

Beastman Light Cavalry galloped across the battlefield, waving their Spears, drawing Short Bows, emitting loud cries of battle.

Underneath them, their Worgs too exhaled a foul stench, issuing frenzied howls, their triangular eyes filled with blood, a faint light flickering.

—This was the Beastman Army's Vanguard Forces, Warg Light Cavalry, who could use their agility to attract fire, opportunistically depleting the city wall's defenders.

However, upon Aivendel's towering city walls, Elves clad in Silver Light Armor pulled their Long Bows in unison, the arrow points aimed at the sky.

"Whoosh—"

Suddenly, countless arrows, like comets, sliced through the air, leaving behind elegant silver curves in the sky, shooting towards the Beastmen.

The Elves' Long Bows were not ordinary weapons, but magical artifacts, their fired arrows all carrying dazzling Silver Light.

As they reached above the Beastmen, these arrows violently exploded, transforming into a rain of silver Light Arrows.

These Light Arrows poured down from the sky like a violent tempest, densely shooting towards the Beastmen.

"Ah!"

"It's the Elf's Magic Arrows!"

"These damn sharp-eared ones, I'm going to peel off their scalps and sacrifice—"

Elves' arrows came with tracking effects, even the agile Warg Light Cavalry could hardly dodge the torrential rain of arrows.

Almost every Light Arrow accurately shot into the Beastmen's chest, piercing through their beating hearts.

For a time, the Beastmen's howls, screams of agony, and cursing filled the battlefield, hundreds of Beastman Cavalry fell onto the field, their lives easily taken.

Ed looked towards the distant field of corpses with great delight, clapping joyfully, "Good, truly the elite of Serinia! Really extraordinary!"

The Elves once again drew their Silver Bows tightly, aiming at the sky, gathering strength, the dazzling Silver Light spreading, soon to envelop the entire city wall.

The Beastmen's officers waved their scimitars, shouting fiercely, "Where are our Beastmen Spellcasters? Block those sharp-eared arrows for me!"

"Great Father God..."

"You are the undefeated Conqueror, please bestow your protection upon us, warding off the enemy's spears and arrows..."

Shamans, with Scarlet runes smeared on them, floated in mid-air, raising scepters made of bone, chanting ancient and drawn-out sacrificial words.

"Whoosh—"

Blood fog in the air churned incessantly, gradually gathering, forming a vast Scarlet curtain in front of the Beastman Army.

Elf arrows once again sliced through the air but were stopped by the barrier, falling powerless to the ground before reaching the Beastmen.

At the same time, the Beastmen's counterattack followed.

"Fragile sharp-eared ones..."

On the hillside, a noble "Eye of Gush" drew a Rune-etched Long Bow, his single eye brimming with a desire for slaughter.