Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
It seemed like only a moment before the time came for the Golden League army to launch its full assault on the Ironstone Defense Line.
"Lords Garon and Roel," the female archmage Aseya called, looking at Garon and Roel with a serious expression, "please fly high above the army, show yourselves, and boost the morale of the warriors."
Beneath the bright sunshine, the Golden League army was fully assembled. The golden armor gathered together, forming a sea of gold that reflected dazzling light under the sun, a sight so brilliant it was almost blinding, the momentum grand.
Garon and the Red Dragon did not speak; they simply flapped their wings together, their massive dragon bodies climbing segment by segment until they disappeared into the high clouds.
Roel, the Red Dragon, roared skyward, his wings beating furiously.
The deep and powerful dragon roar, like thunder rolling in from the clouds, resonated in the ears of the soldiers below.
Many soldiers felt a tremor in their hearts upon hearing the dragon's roar, their faces flushing with excitement.
Fighting alongside true dragons—such an event would become a legend in human history, and every one of them would be a witness to this legend.
The already high morale of the Golden League army surged even higher.
"All troops, charge!"
At the command, hundreds of thousands of troops moved like a colossal golden beast, slowly advancing.
The usually peaceful Baki Plains trembled under the movement of this behemoth. Although the sun shone brightly and the breeze was gentle, the atmosphere grew tense and solemn with the army's advance.
High above, Garon stretched his wings, the air currents making a whipping sound as they passed over the membranes of his dragon wings.
Due to the slow pace of such a large army, Garon used the rising air currents to glide at a leisurely speed, with Roel doing the same. The two true dragons circled above the Golden League army, their wing shadows casting over some of the soldiers below.
These soldiers took the shadows as a blessing from the true dragons, their morale extremely high.
Spellcasters cast spells like Lightness, Feather Fall, and Stamina Enhancement to improve the physical condition of the ordinary soldiers, keeping the movement speed of the Golden League army at a pace that was neither fast nor slow.
Garon looked down, surveying from above.
From his altitude, each person in the Golden League army looked as small as ants.
Yet, even these hundreds of thousands of tiny golden ants, gathered together, still represented an awe-inspiring force.
The army was led by generals from various principalities, with a grand general from the Principality of Alva coordinating the whole. Although not belonging to a single principality, the army was still well-disciplined, with extraordinary powers assisting, allowing commands to be rapidly executed as if by the movement of a limb.
As for the spellcasters—
Lower and middle-tier spellcasters were mixed among the troops, surrounded by a large number of ordinary soldiers or knights.
The soldiers and knights guarded the spellcasters, who in turn provided them with magical support, creating a cooperative relationship.
The fewest in number, yet the most powerful and respected high-tier spellcasters, however, were nowhere to be seen. They used their skills to hide among the Golden League army, waiting for the right moment to cast their spells.
With the abilities of spellcasters, especially high-tier ones, as long as there is no counteraction, the successful casting of a high-tier spell could annihilate an army of ten thousand.
Garon's gaze flickered, a barely perceptible gleam flashing between his eyes.
Detecting Aura.
His gaze swept inch by inch over the formidable Golden League army.
The elemental auras from various extraordinary professions and spellcasters filled Garon's vision.
His gaze rotated, scanning the ground below like a radar.
Minutes later, Garon shook his head, ceasing to use the Detecting Aura spell to observe the army below.
He had intended to locate the positions of the high-tier spellcasters. However, Detecting Aura was too basic a spell. Anyone intent on hiding, even middle-tier spellcasters, could shield the leakage of their aura, not to mention high-tier ones.
Spells for invisibility, concealing auras, or even escaping into small alternate dimensions might be employed by them.
"I need a more advanced detection spell," Garon thought to himself.
The sensing abilities of a true dragon were strong, but not enough to easily detect high-tier spellcasters concealing themselves at a distance.
Powerful detection spells generally belonged to the school of divination.
Divination spellcasters were rare because divination spells were weak in combat and difficult to learn, with fewer related spellbooks than other schools.
Steadying his mind, Garon no longer dwelled on spells and turned his attention to the distance.
Thanks to his
high vantage point and the superior vision of a true dragon, he could faintly see the towering, continuous Ironstone Defense Line stretching from east to west like a sinuous black line.
The golden tide of the alliance army surged forward continuously, while the black line of the Ironstone Defense Line stood silently, awaiting the approach of the Golden League army.
In a confrontation between two armies, the one relying on defensive structures generally had an easier task than the attackers.
Of course, this was under the assumption that the military strengths of the two sides were not vastly different.
The Dimo Kingdom and its allied principalities, all together, now numbered only about two hundred thousand.
In contrast, the Golden League army's strength had reached nearly six hundred thousand.
If they were all ordinary people, such a numeric advantage, coupled with the Ironstone Defense Line and extensive defensive apparatus, might give the Dimo Kingdom a chance to hold.
However, the disparity in high-tier combat power was also vast.
That was the key.
The Dimo Kingdom would struggle to contend with over twenty high-tier spellcasters and even more high-tier knights.
These forces, if unopposed in battle, could act like a meat grinder, easily claiming the lives of countless ordinary soldiers.
As time passed, the sunlight gradually faded, and evening approached.
The deep red evening sun cast from the nearly set sun painted the clouds a fiery red, as if flames were rolling across the sky.
The sunset was like fire, and also like a sky full of fresh blood.
At the same time, the Golden League army's march paused slightly.
Not far ahead was the ancient, thick, and darkly colored Ironstone Defense Line.
The nearly thirty-foot-high Ironstone city walls stood like an insurmountable barrier, stationed with a large military force, blocking the Golden League army from the Dimo Kingdom's capital.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind blew but could not disperse the heavy, almost tangible, solemn atmosphere.
High above, the silver dragon and the fiery red dragon lowered their forms, revealing their massive bodies.
"We rely on you two."
"Please unleash your dragon might to intimidate the enemy's morale first."
Aseya's voice, origin unknown, directly reached the ears of the two true dragons.
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Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
It seemed like only a moment before the time came for the Golden League army to launch its full assault on the Ironstone Defense Line.
"Lords Garon and Roel," the female archmage Aseya called, looking at Garon and Roel with a serious expression, "please fly high above the army, show yourselves, and boost the morale of the warriors."
Beneath the bright sunshine, the Golden League army was fully assembled. The golden armor gathered together, forming a sea of gold that reflected dazzling light under the sun, a sight so brilliant it was almost blinding, the momentum grand.
Garon and the Red Dragon did not speak; they simply flapped their wings together, their massive dragon bodies climbing segment by segment until they disappeared into the high clouds.
Roel, the Red Dragon, roared skyward, his wings beating furiously.
The deep and powerful dragon roar, like thunder rolling in from the clouds, resonated in the ears of the soldiers below.
Many soldiers felt a tremor in their hearts upon hearing the dragon's roar, their faces flushing with excitement.
Fighting alongside true dragons—such an event would become a legend in human history, and every one of them would be a witness to this legend.
The already high morale of the Golden League army surged even higher.
"All troops, charge!"
At the command, hundreds of thousands of troops moved like a colossal golden beast, slowly advancing.
The usually peaceful Baki Plains trembled under the movement of this behemoth. Although the sun shone brightly and the breeze was gentle, the atmosphere grew tense and solemn with the army's advance.
High above, Garon stretched his wings, the air currents making a whipping sound as they passed over the membranes of his dragon wings.
Due to the slow pace of such a large army, Garon used the rising air currents to glide at a leisurely speed, with Roel doing the same. The two true dragons circled above the Golden League army, their wing shadows casting over some of the soldiers below.
These soldiers took the shadows as a blessing from the true dragons, their morale extremely high.
Spellcasters cast spells like Lightness, Feather Fall, and Stamina Enhancement to improve the physical condition of the ordinary soldiers, keeping the movement speed of the Golden League army at a pace that was neither fast nor slow.
Garon looked down, surveying from above.
From his altitude, each person in the Golden League army looked as small as ants.
Yet, even these hundreds of thousands of tiny golden ants, gathered together, still represented an awe-inspiring force.
The army was led by generals from various principalities, with a grand general from the Principality of Alva coordinating the whole. Although not belonging to a single principality, the army was still well-disciplined, with extraordinary powers assisting, allowing commands to be rapidly executed as if by the movement of a limb.
As for the spellcasters—
Lower and middle-tier spellcasters were mixed among the troops, surrounded by a large number of ordinary soldiers or knights.
The soldiers and knights guarded the spellcasters, who in turn provided them with magical support, creating a cooperative relationship.
The fewest in number, yet the most powerful and respected high-tier spellcasters, however, were nowhere to be seen. They used their skills to hide among the Golden League army, waiting for the right moment to cast their spells.
With the abilities of spellcasters, especially high-tier ones, as long as there is no counteraction, the successful casting of a high-tier spell could annihilate an army of ten thousand.
Garon's gaze flickered, a barely perceptible gleam flashing between his eyes.
Detecting Aura.
His gaze swept inch by inch over the formidable Golden League army.
The elemental auras from various extraordinary professions and spellcasters filled Garon's vision.
His gaze rotated, scanning the ground below like a radar.
Minutes later, Garon shook his head, ceasing to use the Detecting Aura spell to observe the army below.
He had intended to locate the positions of the high-tier spellcasters. However, Detecting Aura was too basic a spell. Anyone intent on hiding, even middle-tier spellcasters, could shield the leakage of their aura, not to mention high-tier ones.
Spells for invisibility, concealing auras, or even escaping into small alternate dimensions might be employed by them.
"I need a more advanced detection spell," Garon thought to himself.
The sensing abilities of a true dragon were strong, but not enough to easily detect high-tier spellcasters concealing themselves at a distance.
Powerful detection spells generally belonged to the school of divination.
Divination spellcasters were rare because divination spells were weak in combat and difficult to learn, with fewer related spellbooks than other schools.
Steadying his mind, Garon no longer dwelled on spells and turned his attention to the distance.
Thanks to his
high vantage point and the superior vision of a true dragon, he could faintly see the towering, continuous Ironstone Defense Line stretching from east to west like a sinuous black line.
The golden tide of the alliance army surged forward continuously, while the black line of the Ironstone Defense Line stood silently, awaiting the approach of the Golden League army.
In a confrontation between two armies, the one relying on defensive structures generally had an easier task than the attackers.
Of course, this was under the assumption that the military strengths of the two sides were not vastly different.
The Dimo Kingdom and its allied principalities, all together, now numbered only about two hundred thousand.
In contrast, the Golden League army's strength had reached nearly six hundred thousand.
If they were all ordinary people, such a numeric advantage, coupled with the Ironstone Defense Line and extensive defensive apparatus, might give the Dimo Kingdom a chance to hold.
However, the disparity in high-tier combat power was also vast.
That was the key.
The Dimo Kingdom would struggle to contend with over twenty high-tier spellcasters and even more high-tier knights.
These forces, if unopposed in battle, could act like a meat grinder, easily claiming the lives of countless ordinary soldiers.
As time passed, the sunlight gradually faded, and evening approached.
The deep red evening sun cast from the nearly set sun painted the clouds a fiery red, as if flames were rolling across the sky.
The sunset was like fire, and also like a sky full of fresh blood.
At the same time, the Golden League army's march paused slightly.
Not far ahead was the ancient, thick, and darkly colored Ironstone Defense Line.
The nearly thirty-foot-high Ironstone city walls stood like an insurmountable barrier, stationed with a large military force, blocking the Golden League army from the Dimo Kingdom's capital.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind blew but could not disperse the heavy, almost tangible, solemn atmosphere.
High above, the silver dragon and the fiery red dragon lowered their forms, revealing their massive bodies.
"We rely on you two."
"Please unleash your dragon might to intimidate the enemy's morale first."
Aseya's voice, origin unknown, directly reached the ears of the two true dragons.
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