A Legendary Storm Lord.
This was Søren's first time seeing a Legendary class holder in this world. Although the owner of the caravan was very powerful, she was only a high-grade wizard, and there was still a long way to go. The woman in front of him was a female warrior who lived near the tropical jungles. They generally believed in the God of Storms. They were warlike, cruel, and bloodthirsty. They despised men and saw them as tools for mating, mating, and reproduction. Some people called them Amazons.
The Amazons were not only humans, but also all intelligent races that lived near the tropical forests.
It was a place very similar to the Underdark. In the underground world, the female drows ruled the community with cruel means. In the tropical rainforest area, humans, centaurs, Naga Sirens, and so on also ruled the community with cruel means. They maintained the tradition of females being the core of their tribes. They were responsible for fighting, killing, and protecting their territory. Any males were treated as vassals. Because of the dangers in the area, the intelligent races there were very aggressive.
Their population was less than a hundredth of the South's, but their combat power was much stronger.
If it weren't for the fact that they were divided into countless tribes, it would be very easy for them to conquer the tropical forests and the coastal areas.
The adventure level of that area was 12, which was only a little lower than the Underdark.
"Ogre."
The female warrior held a battle spear in her hand. Her voice was cold and filled with anger, like a barrel of gunpowder that could explode at any time. "Take your tribe and leave this place!"
"Or else. I'll kill you all. "
The two-headed ogre had no fear in its eyes, even if the opponent was a Legendary Storm Lord.
It took out a heavy battle flag and inserted it into the ground. The flag pole was at least a few hundred pounds, and there was a strange skull pattern on it. However, the ogre didn't seem to care about its weight at all, and it inserted its hand into the ground by a few centimeters. As the distance closed, the ogre warriors gathered in front of the others. Normal ogres were about 2.4 meters tall and weighed more than 500 pounds. Their bodies were covered with fat, but they weren't bloated. Instead, their muscles were covered with a layer of fat.
Their stomachs were especially fat, but the outline of their abdominal muscles could still be seen.
The two-headed ogre was over three meters tall and looked like a small giant. The one that spoke was the left head, while the right head was silent. Its face was smeared with dark blue paint that extended from its forehead to its chest. There were runes that looked like tattoos on its thick arms, and it was wearing an animal skin cloak.
"Human."
The Two-Headed Ogre raised the battle flag, and the roars of other Ogres echoed behind it, as if they were on drugs. It clearly didn't cast any spells, but the eyes of the other Ogres were bloodshot, and the veins on their bodies bulged as they waved their weapons and roared. The dull sounds of the war drums became louder and louder. The Ogres stared at the war flag in front of them with great excitement, as though they would go berserk at any moment.
The two-headed ogre looked at the Whiterun army in front of him and roared, "The flag of the Bone Shattering Tribe has been planted on this land, and I'm not going to let you get away with this!" Let the battle tell us who has the right to decide the ownership of this land! "
Thud! Thud!
These wild beasts, which weighed close to half a ton, ran with frightening momentum. They were almost the size of a rhinoceros, and their diet included rocks and minerals. The Gnolls and Lizardmen slaves were driven forward, and the Ogre warriors behind them waved their maces and followed closely behind.
"Formation! Heavy crossbowmen! "
The one who gave the order was a fully armored warrior. His whole body was covered in armor, and his head was covered by a steel mask. Only his powerful voice could be heard. Following his order, the Whiterun guards began to disperse. Rows of heavy infantrymen dressed in chainmail and half-body armor walked out of the encampment. Steel shields hung on their backs and longswords hung on their waists. They took out heavy crossbows from their backs and quickly reloaded them.
Thirty people lined up in a row, separated by about five meters. Five rows intersected with a depth of three meters, forming a defensive line.
The heavy crossbows required ordinary people to step on them to reload, but the heavy infantrymen easily loaded them with their hands. They then aimed the crossbows, but did not pull the trigger. They were waiting for the commander's order.
"Formation! Crossbowmen! "
The ogres drove the Ironback Boars and captives toward the Whiterun army. The Whiterun army's commander did not panic. Following his order, the light infantrymen at the back spread out on both sides and aimed their crossbows at the enemy.
"Third Knight Squad, get ready!"
The heavy-armored cavalrymen who were fully clad in knight plate armor gathered together. They put down their knight masks and used their hands to calm the warhorses under them. Then, they raised their four-meter-long knight spears and formed a standard formation of ten people in a row with a three-meter gap. These infantrymen were all at least Grade 2 warriors, and some of them had even reached Grade 3. They were the best of the best in the Whiterun Army.
"Wizards, get ready!"
More than thirty golems gathered together and approached from the flanks with heavy footsteps. The whole formation formed a concave shape that looked like a pocket. The adventurers were in charge of covering the flanks. The wizards had already started casting spells to buff themselves with Mage Armor and Shield. It was not yet time for them to make a move, and the enemies in front of them were just trash that had been driven to their deaths.
"Battle Hymn of Courage! Blessing! "
A high-spirited warsong rang out, and a white-robed Chanter appeared. This was the advanced class of the Bards, which required the Chanter to also be a Priest. As his song echoed, everyone seemed to have their blood boiling. Streaks of white light appeared, and the Priests began to bless the soldiers with the blessings of the gods. This would allow them to temporarily forget their fear, and even reduce their sense of pain. More than a dozen ballistae were pushed out, and the thick bolts were aimed at the enemies in front of them.
The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.
When the distance between the two sides was less than three hundred meters, the commander swung his sword and roared, "Fire!"
Swoosh! Swoosh!
The ballista instantly pierced through an Ironback Wild Boar, creating a bloody hole in its body. The heavy infantry in the front pulled the trigger, and the heavy bolts in their hands flew out. The lizardmen and gnolls in front of them immediately fell to the ground. They calmly reloaded the bolts, and after the third round of attacks, they put down the heavy ballistae, drew their swords and raised their shields. They reduced the distance to three meters and began to wait in formation.
The light infantry in the rear continued to fire rapidly, and the captives driven by the ogres fell one after another. They were all dead before they could even reach a hundred meters. However, the thick-skinned Ironback Boars were still lucky enough to survive. Even though their bodies were full of bolts, they still charged forward in a frenzy. The Heavy Infantrymen within fifty meters of the Iron Back Boars began to spread out and widened the distance to five meters. When the Iron Back Boars charged at them, the Heavy Infantrymen suddenly dodged to the side and stabbed their longswords at the Iron Back Boars' necks.
Blood splattered everywhere.
These heavy infantry who were Grade 2 and above ignored the Ironback Boars and once again formed a loose formation of about five meters. They held their shields and swords tightly in their hands and faced the ogres in a three-line battle formation.
"Supports! Kill those Ironback Boars! "
The adventurers began to attack the Ironback Boars that had broken through the first line of defense. These stupid beasts only knew how to move in a straight line. After the heavy infantry in the first line of defense dodged, they immediately charged back, ready to attack the light infantry in the rear. The adventurers covering the flanks had already begun to shoot. These beasts were not small in size. The second line of defense was thirty meters away, which was enough for the archers to fire a round of shots. Søren also took out his crossbow and shot a Ironback Boar in the head, directly receiving 500 Slaughter EXP.
"Golems, advance!"
The huge golems moved forward with heavy steps, facing the ogres that were charging at them from behind.
After closing the distance to seventy or eighty meters, the charging ogre warriors pulled out their iron spears and threw them directly at the heavy infantry in front of them.
"Get out of the way!" The commander roared.
"Protect against long-range weapons!"
Dozens of iron spears hit the energy field, but they instantly broke through the energy shield. Seven or eight heavy infantry who couldn't dodge in time were hit. Five of them died on the spot, and three of them were knocked down by the power of the spears. They quickly staggered back up. They were equipped with steel shields, so even if they were hit by iron spears, as long as they blocked the spears with their shields, it wouldn't be fatal. However, it was obviously inconvenient for them to fight.
The ogres with hundreds of pounds of heavy weapons rushed over, and the distance between them was now only fifty meters. They roared as their skin turned red, and they swung their maces fiercely.
"Grease!"
"Web!"
"Haste!"
"Strength!"
"Stone to Mud!"
…
The wizards and priests began to cast spells one after another, but they were not offensive spells. Instead, they continuously cast control spells. At the same time, they cast Strength and Haste on the heavy infantry in front of them. The duration of these spells was very short, and they were all calculated in minutes. A grade 3 wizard could only buff them for ten minutes or so.
Grease and Web were very ineffective against the ogres. The ogres took one step at a time, and Grease could only slightly cause them to slip, while Web was directly broken through by the ogres. It didn't slow down their charging speed at all. As the distance between them narrowed to about thirty meters, the ogres roared and began to speed up instantly. They suddenly reached the effect of Sprint, and they violently swung their maces at the enemy in front of them!
"Clang!
Clang! Clang! "The heavy infantry in the first row took a step back and steadily blocked the ogres' attacks.
…
(Strength [Level 2 Spell]: Temporarily increases the target's Strength by 4 points, up to a maximum of 25 points. Duration is Spell Power x 1 minute.)
(Whiterun's battle formation was a bit similar to the semi-loose formation of the Romans, with three to five lines of defense spaced at a certain distance from each other, unlike the tight formation of the Greeks. Their weapons were mainly short swords and longswords, paired with crossbows and shields. They basically didn't use long weapons such as spears.)
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