nownovels Chapter 404 - 92: Dwarf Cannon Shooters? Is Their Range Longer Than My Wood Elf Army’s?
Chapter 404 - 92: Dwarf Cannon Shooters? Is Their Range Longer Than My Wood Elf Army’s?
At the same time, a few of the foreign Lord Players who had suffered heavy losses among their Divine Chosen Soldiers decisively chose to log off.
They immediately logged onto the player forums they frequented, anxiously refreshing the page. They were trying to contact their comrades who might have already returned to the real world to ask about the battle’s progress in other regions.
However.
It turned out that...
...the very thing one fears most is often what comes to pass.
Soon, the Flying Soldier Types sent out to scout returned with horrifying news. The allied armies of foreign players in other regions had encountered enemies several times more terrifying than the Undead Legion in the north!
...
In the Southern Region, the southern border fortress of the former Ventecenia Kingdom stood like an ancient behemoth, majestically occupying the chokepoint between the Southern Sea and the kingdom’s heartland.
The fortress walls were constructed from dark megaliths. The ramparts, towering hundreds of feet high, were covered in the marks of wind and frost. Banners whipped and snapped in the Gale, letting out dull whistles.
Beyond the fortress lay a golden beach that stretched to the horizon, its fine sand gleaming with a metallic luster under the sun.
Farther out was the boundless azure ocean. Giant Waves crashed against the shore like a stampeding herd of horses, the churning white foam looking as if it would swallow the sky and earth.
At this moment, a countless Divine Chosen Legion led by foreign players was continuously landing on the beach. Their dense ranks swarmed like a tide, the cold glint of their armor and the sharp edges of their weapons weaving together into a frigid sea of metal on the sand.
They held their respective banners high, their Screams shaking the heavens, as they launched a tsunami-like assault on the massive fortress that symbolized the border’s barrier.
Tasked with defending this mighty fortress was the Ventecenia Kingdom’s meticulously reorganized Extraordinary Mage Corps.
Interspersed within the corps were numerous Divine Chosen Extraordinary Mage Masters, personally recruited by Qin Feng using his "Village Management" Talent. Their magical attainments and combat prowess far surpassed those of ordinary Native Mages.
Therefore, the moment the foreign allied army’s vanguard approached the base of the city walls, before they could even get into formation...
...an overwhelming torrent of magical light erupted from atop the fortress!
A searing Flame Storm, like a roaring Giant Dragon, swept down and engulfed swaths of enemy troops, their armor and flesh instantly charring and carbonizing in the intense heat.
Thick pillars of lightning tore through the sky, striking precisely into the dense crowds. As electricity arced out, soldiers convulsed and turned into blackened corpses.
Sharp Ice Blades shot out like a torrential downpour, Piercing through shields and armor to nail enemy soldiers to the beach. Blood slowly trickled down the icicles, staining vast patches of the golden sand red.
Whirling Wind Blades howled past, leaving flying limbs and a cacophony of agonizing screams in their wake.
Witnessing this brutal scene, the foreign players in charge of the first wave felt their pupils contract and their faces turn deathly pale. They couldn’t help but curse out loud:
"Fuck!?"
"They stacked this many Extraordinary Mages in a single border fortress!?"
"Are they insane!?"
"Are they just ignoring all the other border fortresses!?"
Further back, the foreign player in command of the entire operation’s expression darkened. He raised his sword and yelled at the top of his lungs:
"It’s fine!"
"Have your Divine Chosen Soldiers pull back immediately!"
"Our Dwarf Cannon Shooters have a much longer range than those Mages!"
"Have them open fire directly! Blast this damn fortress to rubble and force those Extraordinary Mages to either come out and die or make a forced retreat!"
As he spoke, the commanding player gave a sharp wave of his hand. The Dwarf Cannon Shooters hidden at the rear of the allied formations immediately strode forward, carrying their cannons. They quickly set up their mounts and loaded their ammunition.
Following the order, countless cannonballs screamed through the air and rained down furiously upon the Ventecenia Kingdom’s border fortress. The explosions were deafening, and smoke and dust instantly blanketed the sky above it.
On the other side, the Extraordinary Mage Masters inside the city had a magical range far shorter than the Dwarf Cannons. They were completely unable to counter the artillerymen. They could only urgently command everyone to raise layers of Magic Shields, barely enduring the one-sided assault amid the thunderous cannon fire. Their shields were already covered in a dense web of cracks, threatening to shatter at any moment.
One of the high-ranking Extraordinary Mage Master heroes, dressed in an ornate Magic Robe and exuding a calm aura, strode quickly to find the Bloodthirsty Clone who was overseeing the battle on the ramparts.
He stared intently at the figure, whose face was obscured by a black hood, and asked in a tone laced with anxiety and gravity:
"Lord Envoy!"
"The enemy’s weapons are extremely bizarre!"
"Their range far exceeds that of the strongest archers I know!"
"If we continue to defend the fortress, we’ll just be blasted to smithereens by those strange weapons. But if we take the initiative and attack them outside the walls, their forces far outnumber ours. I’m afraid we will be..."
Before he could finish, the Bloodthirsty Clone, acting as the envoy, slowly waved a hand. A cold, calm voice emerged from beneath the hood:
"It matters not."
"His Majesty the Emperor has already foreseen this situation."
"The other Holy Legions must defend their respective cities and provide close-range support, so they cannot reinforce this position for now."
"But His Majesty has long since arranged for a special reserve legion that can support any of the cities at a moment’s notice."
"They... have already arrived."
The moment his voice fell, a powerful magical fluctuation erupted in the Central Region of the border fortress.
As the light faded, the Vampire version of Nesia appeared in her role as the Teleportation Officer, followed by the fully prepared Wood Elf Army.
They wore lightweight battle armor woven from the fibers of thousand-year-old ancient wood. The armor was inlaid with faintly glowing Magic Gemstones, providing defense without hindering movement.
The Longbows they gripped were crafted from ancient Purple Fir Wood, their bodies carved with complex Wind Magic Runes. The bowstrings were made from the tendons of an adult Giant Bear, giving them astonishing resilience.
The arrows in the quivers on their backs were of various types. Some Arrowheads were coated in deadly poison, some were embedded with Burst Crystals, and others carried a paralytic effect. Every single one exuded a lethal aura.
Seeing this, the native hero, the Extraordinary Mage Master, gasped. His voice trembled with disbelief:
"Th-This is...!?"
"The Elf Race!?"
"Weren’t they slaughtered to the last by the Evil God’s Influence and driven to complete extinction long ago!?"
The Bloodthirsty Clone, acting as the envoy, explained slowly in a flat tone:
"No."
"This is not the Elf Race of your world."
"Like us envoys, they come from another Otherworld Plane. They were drawn here by Space-Time Turbulence and have since submitted to His Majesty the Emperor, pledging their service to him."
Hearing this, the doubt in the Extraordinary Mage Master’s eyes vanished instantly. He nodded in sudden understanding.
"Oh!"
"So that’s how it is!"
But then he frowned again, his tone still laced with worry:
"But can they defeat that group of dwarven creatures with the strange weapons?"
At his words, the Bloodthirsty Clone let out a low chuckle, his tone from under the hood filled with undisguised contempt:
"Hah?"
"Kill them?"
"It’s as easy as killing dogs!"
As he finished speaking, the Wood Elves in the center of the fortress drew their Purple Fir Wood Longbows in unison. The bows, stretched to their limits, began to glow with a faint, cyan Magic Halo.
The next second, countless arrows rained down like a storm of black ink, blotting out the sun and instantly obscuring the entire sky.
Their range was more than double that of the Dwarf Cannons, allowing them to precisely cover the enemy’s entire position. They completely enveloped the unsuspecting foreign Divine Chosen Army, who had been busy watching the Dwarf Cannons deal damage.
The sharp CRACK of arrows piercing armor mingled with the screams of soldiers. The sharp Arrowheads easily tore through flesh and muscle. Some pierced straight through chests, sending blood gushing along the arrow shafts.
Others struck limbs, felling soldiers who collapsed to writhe and wail on the sand.
Still other volleys of arrows peppered entire squads, pinning them in place. Bodies piled up like mountains, and blood stained the whole beach, turning the once-golden sand into a grim, crimson hue.
Witnessing this carnage, the envoy, the Bloodthirsty Clone, slowly turned his head. His gaze fell upon the utterly dumbfounded Extraordinary Mage Master hero as he added in a flat tone:
"However..."
"The Emperor has taken an interest in their Dwarf Cannon Shooters, which can deal massive damage to walls and structures."
"So we’ll spare them for now."
With that, the Bloodthirsty Clone walked straight to the edge of the ramparts and leaped off without hesitation.
Relying on the formidable defense granted by his millions of hit points, he slammed heavily onto the southern beach, kicking up a cloud of sand. He then strode forward, walking slowly toward the main force of the foreign players.
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