Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0077 City Head
"Captain Irdo acted alone? How could this happen?" General Moss, dressed in heavy armor, rolled off his horse and asked with a frown as he looked at the only wounded dragon knight left in the Alante Empire's army.
Leaning into General Moss's ear, the dragon rider spoke of the previous battle, mentioning that his dragon was shot and injured and could not continue to fight: "In order to prevent these mortals from seeing more dragons being shot down, Captain Ildo had to act alone."
"Oh...his choice was right." Touching his chin, General Moss thought for a moment and gave his own judgment: "It was the right decision to attack Maritza first. If it were me, I would also prefer this choice."
Then he looked at the dragon rider and said, "You said these mortals have the means to shoot down a dragon, and they only used 500 people to injure you? This is too unbelievable..."
"General! Before I experienced this, I didn't want to believe that such a thing could happen...but they did it." The dragon knight still had gauze wrapped around his head and looked miserable .
"Being able to shoot down the dragon knight... without any heavy weapons... the country of Elanhill is really... unexpected." General Moss touched his chin and said thoughtfully.
"We are less than a day's journey from Maritsa. If we advance quickly..."
"No need! That place should have become a ruin. Let these mortals see how powerful we are." General Moss thought about it and felt that there was no need for him to take risks.
After all, the destructive power of the dragon knights is very strong. As long as they attack the city, the city called Maritsa can be wiped off the map directly - the destructive power of 20 dragon knights is no joke.
General Moss had not expected that the other side could shoot down a dragon, but he had never thought that the other side could shoot down 20 dragons - in his understanding, it was impossible for mortals to confront a squadron of dragon knights head-on.
"I have brought 3,000 giant horse cavalry this time. No mortal empire can stop the charge of these cavalry. I hope that this time, Ailan Hill can give us a little surprise." Although there has been no head-on collision, General Moss is still full of confidence in the army in his hands.
The mounts of this cavalry unit are a type of low-level magical beast called giant horses. They are well-trained and huge in size, twice the size of ordinary war horses.
These powerful giant horses can be equipped with heavy armor and maintain a faster advancement speed than ordinary cavalry. Under the impact of this tank-like cavalry, the defense line of any mortal empire will collapse in an instant.
If the dragon knights were assassins who appeared out of nowhere and had amazing destructive power, then these giant horse cavalrymen were the invincible cavalry on the front battlefield of the Holy Demon Empire. What was even more terrifying was that these knights were warriors who could use magic, and they could use long-range magic to attack the frontal enemies.
"Report! Report!" A scout commander hurriedly rode his warhorse to General Zorn's side among the army of the Alante Empire that was continuously moving southward. He lowered his voice as much as possible and reported: "Our scouts, scouts... they, they seem to have seen, seen something extraordinary."
"Why are you so flustered? Tell me, what did you see?" General Zorn disapproved and asked his men in a long tone with full authority. He had just received reinforcements from the Holy Demon Empire's 3,000 magic cavalry and was fully confident of victory.
Although he had lost several thousand men to the 500 soldiers of Ailan Hill before, he was still confident in the strength of the Holy Demon Empire. He firmly believed that this victory belonged to the Holy Demon Empire, which was equivalent to belonging to the Alante Empire.
In his mind, the 500 grenadiers of Ailan Hill must be the elite among the elite, and their weapons may be the most powerful weapons in Ailan Hill's hands. That's why they can shoot down a dragon knight, and that's why they can face tens of thousands of elite soldiers of the Alante Empire head-on.
Only Prince Lombak beside him knew that he had seen even more terrifying rapid-fire weapons, which were the most powerful weapons in the hands of the Elanhill troops. Unfortunately, no matter how he reminded him, General Zorn was unwilling to believe that the opponent was already that powerful.
"They said they saw a lot... a lot..." The officer hesitated, as if he didn't dare to mention something but had to say it.
Finally, General Zorn, who could no longer bear it, urged his horse forward and decided to see with his own eyes what Maritza had displayed to scare his soldiers like this.
A group of majestic cavalry followed behind Zorn and Prince Lembak, and marched past the large number of soldiers marching on foot. They quickly moved forward and surpassed these troops, and came to the front of the entire army.
"After this small jungle, we will reach Maritza!" Seeing that his soldiers were already clearing a path through the jungle, General Zorn was not worried about an enemy ambush. His troops stretched for dozens of miles, so he did not need to worry about someone ambushing such a large army.
Passing his own soldiers, he galloped on a very wide road that had been opened up, and soon the walls of Maritsa City appeared in the distance. Then, General Zorn saw a scene that made him tremble all over.
His hair stood on end, his body was stiff, his teeth were chattering, and his muscles were so tense that he dared not move.
It was a fear that came from the bottom of his heart, so much so that Zorn didn't even have the courage to scream. He managed to stabilize himself on the horse's back and didn't fall off.
"Quick..." General Zorn cried a few minutes later, and finally used his distorted voice to squeeze out a weak sentence, but it seemed that he had used up all his strength to shout: "Quickly call General Moss..."
"Help me, help me..." Prince Alante Lumbak, who already felt like he was about to pee his pants, was even more miserable than General Zorn. He felt like his legs were no longer under his control, and he couldn't even get off his horse and find a place to sit down.
At the end of the wilderness, on top of the majestic Maritsa city, there stood a row of huge trees. These trees stood like masts, and at the highest point of each of them, there was a huge, hideous and terrifying dragon head.
Some of these giant dragons had bloody mouths on their heads, while others had their mouths closed and their eyes rolled up. All of the dragon heads were covered in blood, and some even flowed down along the giant tree before the blood dried up.
On the walls below the dragon heads, dried blood was sprinkled on the walls like a waterfall, making the cold walls even more terrifying. This was not the Maritsa that General Zorn was familiar with. This was simply the graveyard of giant dragons and a place of revelry for dragon slayers.
Maritza, which was supposed to have ceased to exist, now still lay in the wilderness, like a sleeping beast, exuding a wild aura that had never been seen before. The towering trees were like the spikes on the back of the beast, representing death.
The heads of the dragons that seemed invincible were now hung on the city walls, and their blood was poured on the battlements - this was a provocation and also a contempt. For the first time, the Mortal Empire responded to the thousand-year-long slavery of the Magic Empire in a bloodier and more barbaric way.
Above the blood, the giant flag of Elanhill, which came from the largest loom production line of the Seris Weaving Factory, was hung prominently on the top of the city. The black flag was surrounded by blood and looked so majestic and magnificent - it seemed to represent the will of steel, indestructible.
"They...they..." He tried hard to open his mouth to say something, but General Zorn suddenly found that his knowledge and experience could not support the scene in front of him. He really wanted to say something cruel, but he found palely that this war seemed to be completely beyond his control.
Ailanhill has fought a bloody battle with the Holy Demon Empire. Alante, as a mortal empire, is struggling in a war between gods - no matter which side wins, it seems to have nothing to do with Alante.
It cannot be said that there is no relationship at all, because if Ailan Hill rises in the forbidden magic area, then this country will be able to sweep across the mortal areas that the magic empire cannot intervene?
After acquiring more land and more people, will Ailan Hill grow into another magic empire? A terrifying mortal "super empire" that does not hate the magic-free areas. If Ailan Hill wins, then a serious problem will be placed before Alante: How to face such an empire?
While General Zorn was daydreaming, General Moss had already ridden his huge horse covered in armor to a place where he could see the top of Maritza City. He frowned at the bloody dragon heads, his face twisted.
He had a good personal relationship with Ildo, and dragon knights had always been the most common means used by the Magic Empire to suppress the Mortal Empire. Now, these giant dragons that once crushed the Mortal Empire had become corpses, hung on the top of the city as a demonstration, and General Moss could not swallow this anger.
He wanted revenge, he wanted to avenge these dragon riders! He wanted to completely destroy the city of Maritza, turning it into ruins and a realm of death - using blood to soothe the anger in his heart ! Thinking of this, Moss pulled hard on the reins of his warhorse, suppressing the lingering anger in his heart, and looked at Zorn beside him.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally squeezed out a question that made General Zorn despair: "General Zorn! When can your army start the attack?"
