The fragments floating in the sky all fell to the ground, and the countless Raging Flame Beastmen that seemed to be escaping in slow motion were like leaves blown away by a gust of wind, instantly flying in all directions.
The remaining shockwaves also spread in all directions, and Thorne and the few surviving members of the Raging Flame Beastmen did their best not to be blown away.
The dust spread along with the gales, and Thorne raised his greatsword to block in front of him. After a while, the gales settled down.
As for the mountain in front of them, it had already thoroughly disappeared. Only a large amount of rubble and ashes remained in its place, and there was a bottomless hole in the center from which wisps of smoke kept floating up.
Several thousand Raging Flame Beastmen elites, as well as that huge Teleportation Array, were completely annihilated by the Hand of Destruction's warm-up attack.
The surviving Raging Flame Beastmen were all injured, and only two to three hundred of them weren't injured.
Hoppet, who had originally wanted to escape, was lying on his Wyvern's back, foolishly looking at this scene. His eyes were bloodshot, and he let out an excited roar. A large amount of blood spurted out of the burnt hole in his abdomen, and his internal organs spilled out of that head-sized hole.
Hoppet wanted to fly out and continue fighting, but just as he jumped off his Wyvern, he lost control of his body and fell straight to the ground. With a loud bang, Hoppet's torso was smashed into pieces, and he died with grievances as he looked at the ruins in the distance.
The esteemed Tribal Chief of the Fireblade Tribe, who had obstructed the expeditionary army for a few dozen years, had fallen to his death from anger.
In the distance, Thorne looked at the Raging Flame Beastmen crawling up from the ground. Unexpectedly, he didn't feel any fear or despair.
Over a thousand Raging Flame Beastmen already couldn't stop them from escaping.
Because Sir Mafa was here.
Whether it was Thorne or the few surviving members of the Merlin Family, they all thought so.
The next moment, something happened that shocked Thorne even more.
Countless Hippogryphs and a large group of Wyverns flew down from the Intrepid, followed by a large group of people jumping down from the Intrepid.
They looked like Elves, but they had pale skin and were covered in magic patterns.
Gray-skinned Orcs, red-skinned Dwarves …
Thorne didn't know how to feel shocked when he saw the appearance of these foreign races. He could only foolishly watch as those figures descended and charged at the Raging Flame Beastmen like a group of mad dogs.
"Damn bastard, who dares to go against Lord Merlin? Are they courting death?"
"Kill them all! Kill them all! Those who oppose Lord Merlin must die!"
Thorne recognized Xiuban with a glance! At this moment, Xiuban was swinging his warhammer as he floated down from the sky, followed by a gray-skinned Beastman.
Xiuban shouted at the top of his lungs, as if anyone who provoked Sir Merlin deserved to die. After landing, he unhesitantly charged towards the Raging Flame Beastmen.
Over a thousand Raging Flame Beastmen … Although they were all elites, they were all injured at this moment, and their morale was at an all-time low. That shot from the Hand of Destruction had almost shattered their courage.
The Dark Elves weren't too crazy, but the Ash Beastmen and the Firerock Dwarves looked like they had gone crazy.
This was their first battle after submitting to Lin Yun, so no matter what, they had to do their best.
These people had jumped down from the Intrepid and had been hit by the Mass Featherfall just as they were about to hit the ground in order to be a bit faster.
The Ash Beastmen's Flying Riders were already flying towards the Raging Flame Beastmen. The Wyverns rapidly swooped down, and the Flying Riders used that speed to ruthlessly throw their poisoned spears at the Raging Flame Beastmen below.
The remaining Raging Flame Beastmen's fighting spirit was low, and their state could be said to be the lowest it had ever been. Facing this sudden attack, they simply couldn't put up any effective defense.
One after another, the Raging Flame Beastmen were pierced by those terrifyingly fast poisoned spears and nailed to the ground. Sonic booms kept echoing.
The muffled sounds of the poisoned spears stabbing into the ground echoed one after another.
Several dozen Raging Flame Beastmen were shot dead in one exchange, and at this time, the Dark Elven Hippogryph Riders also flew over. The magic patterns on the bodies of the Dark Elves kept shining, and a large amount of spells rained down on those Raging Flame Beastmen.
And then, the Raging Flame Beastmen's remaining Wyverns faced the double beating of the Ash Beastmen's Wyvern Riders and the Dark Elves' Hippogryphs.
There was no suspense, and in less than ten seconds, the Wyverns started falling from the sky.
On the ground, the Ash Beastmen's Beastman slaves didn't even make an appearance, and the Ash Beastmen's Wolf Riders were charging at the forefront. The bloodthirsty Wolf Riders were crazily charging, the scimitars in their hands flickering with cold light. The Demon Warlocks in the rear were also covered in black smoke as they started casting without any regard for their lives.
As for the troops on the ground, the first to come into contact with the Raging Flame Beastmen were the Firerock Dwarves.
The Firerock Dwarves had gone through many hardships, their tribe had been destroyed, and their race had almost gone extinct, so they had long been stifling their anger. In the past two months, the Firerock Dwarves' biggest activity on the Intrepid was group brawls. It was as if they wanted to tear the Intrepid apart every day. If not for the Intrepid's many rooms being very spacious, these guys might have already been torn apart.
They had been saved by Lin Yun and had pledged their loyalty to Lin Yun. This first battle was the best way for the Firerock Dwarves to vent their anger.
The group of red-skinned Firerock Dwarves crazily rushed forward, their momentum even more frightening than a large group of Kodos, and the earth faintly shook.
The Ash Beastmen's Wolf Riders consciously avoided these irrational, violent people.
When they were still two hundred meters away, the group of Firerock Dwarves crazily roared and threw their hammers at the Raging Flame Beastmen one after another.
A large number of hammers exploded, their speed already surpassing the speed of sound. White mist kept appearing, and lightning covered the hammers as they ruthlessly smashed towards the Raging Flame Beastmen in front of them with a frightening aura.
After the initial shock and panic, these Raging Flame Beastmen quickly stabilized, and they were a lot more elite than the previous Raging Flame Beastmen.
Shields were raised, and the Raging Flame Beastman Warlocks also started raising shields. Spears were thrown at the berserk Firerock Dwarves, spells were cast, and a large number of Fireballs fell towards the Firerock Dwarves.
Unfortunately, the Firerock Dwarves, who had been stifled for so long, seemed to have gone crazy and completely ignored the flames.
After all, the Firerock Dwarves had the most blacksmiths. Many materials needed to be melted or forged, and the temperature of the furnace was very high. These guys were always next to the furnace, and ordinary flames simply couldn't injure them. Moreover, the Firerock Dwarves had a special constitution that allowed them to absorb and store heat. These fire spells were all shattered by the hammers, and they didn't even stop for a moment.
As for the thrown spears, the Firerock Dwarves also swung their hammers and casually dodged them.
Then, the Raging Flame Beastmen experienced how frightening the Firerock Dwarves' only long-range attack was.
The hammers wrapped in lightning power smashed onto those steel shields, and the shields instantly exploded into pieces. Even the Raging Flame Beastmen behind the shields were sent flying.
Those shields were no different from paper and were smashed to pieces. The Raging Flame Beastman Warlocks behind the shields didn't even have the chance to scream before their heads exploded like watermelons.
Over a hundred hammers violently tore through the Raging Flame Beastmen's defensive line, and over a hundred Raging Flame Beastmen were smashed to death.
A group of Firerock Dwarves swung their warhammers as if they were their mortal enemies and rushed into the Raging Flame Beastmen's ranks. None of the Raging Flame Beastmen's elite warriors were able to stand firm after being smashed by the Firerock Dwarves' hammers. These guys swung their hammers all year round, so their arm strength was terrifying. Every one of their arms was as thick as their thighs, and there were even some whose arms were thicker than their thighs!
Most of these Raging Flame Beastmen's elites were over level 20, about the same level as the Firerock Dwarves. Unfortunately, there was a huge difference in the talent of their race.
In terms of power, the Ash Beastmen would have to pinch their noses and admit that they were inferior to the Firerock Dwarves. As the strongest of the three major races of the God Nation, this wasn't a joke.
By the time the Ash Beastmen's army rushed onto the battlefield, over two hundred Raging Flame Beastmen had already been killed by the Firerock Dwarves.
The Ash Beastmen's Wolf Riders swung their scimitars and cut down all the spells cast by the Raging Flame Beastmen. All the Raging Flame Beastmen they encountered were beheaded without exception.
If the Ash Beastmen's Wolf Riders charged, the Firerock Dwarves wouldn't be able to hold their ground, let alone these low-spirited Raging Flame Beastmen.
The Ash Beastmen's Wolf Riders were like sharp arrows as they forcibly pierced through the ranks of the Raging Flame Beastmen. Then, the Demon Warlocks in the rear started casting, and a large number of Meteors fell from the sky, covering the battlefield.
In the rear, the Dark Elves also rushed into the battlefield, and a large number of spells were cast by the Dark Elves, completely ignoring the rabid Firerock Dwarves.
After a large number of spells fell, the Firerock Dwarves angrily retreated from the chaotic battlefield.
"Damned Dark Elves, damned Ash Beastmen, you bunch of b * stards!"
The leading Firerock Dwarf ruthlessly knocked on the chest of a Raging Flame Beastman Sword Saint, causing his chest to cave in.
A large number of spells fell like a storm: Fireballs, Frost Spikes, Wind Blades, Meteors …
The Firerock Dwarves were helpless and could only angrily retreat from the chaotic battle and surround the Raging Flame Beastmen.
The spells of the Dark Elves, the spells of the Demon Warlocks, the poisoned lances of the Ash Beastmen, the hammers of the Firerock Dwarves …
There was no order or coordination at all. It was simply a violent beating.
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