Chapter 705 - 215: First Battle
Chapter 215 [The First Battle] (6300)
The sound of horns echoed across the snowfield and Snow Cliff Pass, it was hard to tell just how many horns were sounding together!
Row after row of the Fierce Beast Race were driven out of the camp, forming ranks on the snowfield. The sounds of whips and shouts mingled with angry roars.
More and more of the Fierce Beast Race were driven over, standing row by row, making the ranks increasingly thick.
Amid the cold air, each member of the Fierce Beast Race exhaled white mist from their mouths and noses. These filthy Fierce Beast Race members were dressed in tattered clothes, wielding a motley assortment of weapons. The most common were crude spears and stone axes, and occasionally, someone would be holding a long knife, marking them as elite.
Despite this, each one of the Fierce Beast Race was tall in stature, even the shortest and weakest among them stood around two meters in height. As more of them gathered, this rabble gradually began to exhibit some form of imposing presence!
As many as one to two thousand members of the Fierce Beast Race stood in rank and file, while from the camps behind, more were driven out.
Yet these figures did not immediately take to the battlefield; instead, they remained within the bounds of the camp—these were obviously the elite of the Fierce Beast Race, with nearly half of them wearing leather armor made from animal skins, and some holding large bows.
These figures stood at the edge of the camp, their formation distinctly more orderly, vigilantly guarding the edge of the camp, and silently staring in the direction of Snow Cliff Pass.
A gigantic wooden cart was rolled out, with logs serving as rollers, pushed mightily by dozens of bare-chested, robust Fierce Beast Race monsters.
Upon the cart, a member of the Fierce Beast Race clad in a colorful leather robe stood tall. His face was painted in bright hues, and his head bore a bizarre crown full of thorns and branches, stained gold with powder.
This member of the Fierce Beast Race was clearly a leader-like figure, with a strange pattern drawn in blood on his forehead.
The wooden cart was adorned with a throne woven from the branches of an Evil Spirit Tree. The leader of the Fierce Beast Race sat upon it, his eyes coldly fixated ahead.
Behind him, two or three members of the Fierce Beast Race holding banners knelt by his throne, heads bowed.
Finally, when the sound of the horns began to fade...
A loud military horn sounded from the mountaintops of Snow Cliff Pass!
The array enveloping the entirety of Snow Cliff Pass glimmered with golden light, and the gates of Snow Cliff Pass were pulled high!
Under the blaring military horn, the dense and thunderous sound of hooves erupted!
A Thunder Beast clad in armor roared deeply, charging out of the gates. Both riders on the Thunder Beast were armored, with the knight serving as the driver entirely clad in armor, resembling a figure made of iron. Behind him, the combat knight, clad in heavy armor, wielded a long axe!
The knight wielding the long axe notably had two blood-red feathers stuck into his helmet!
After the first rider charged ahead, more and more Thunder Beasts surged out from the gate!
The thick cavalry surged out like a mighty torrent of steel, dispersing across the snowfield, charging fiercely toward the ranks of the Fierce Beast Race!
The Thunder Beast cavalry that rushed out of the gates quickly split into two groups on the snowfield, heading in two directions...
Their target was clear—the four wooden hills constructed from Evil Spirit Tree lumber! These were the things the Fierce Beast Race used to devour and absorb the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi of this region!
The Fierce Beast Race driven out of the camp quickly began to run forward under the whip and shout, heading against the charging Thunder Beast cavalry!
Cries and shouts, military horns and roars, various sounds reverberated through this world.
The thundering torrent of the Thunder Beasts soon collided head-on with the Fierce Beast Race blocking their path!
The Fierce Beast Race prided themselves on their robust physiques, but against the equally imposing charge of the Thunder Beasts, their strength was significantly diminished.
As the cavalry collided with the foot warriors of the Fierce Beast Race in the first wave, those at the forefront cried out in pain as they were thrown back, some even shattering apart.
Upon hitting the ground, those who were lucky enough to survive were quickly trampled into meat paste by the comrades following behind!
The Fierce Beast Race was throwing lives into the fray!
The thousand-plus Fierce Beast Race who were driven out, rather than being called warriors, were better described as cannon fodder!
Under the trample and charge of the Thunder Beast cavalry, in an instant, thirty percent of the running Fierce Beast cannon fodder had fallen, the ranks becoming noticeably sparse.
Yet such losses successfully stalled the advancing speed of the Thunder Beast cavalry.
The initially unstoppable steel torrent now seemed to be mired in mud.
Soon, the elite of the Fierce Beast Race in the camp, wielding large bows, began to shoot!
A dense rain of arrows fell upon the battlefield in an instant—they were firing indiscriminately!
As they shot at the Thunder Beast cavalry, the arrows also rained down upon the heads of the cannon fodder Fierce Beast Race!
Amidst the arrows descending, a chorus of screams and wails echoed across the entire battlefield.
Thunder Beasts caught amidst the enemy, having stalled in their advance, fell under the spears and axes of the surrounding Fierce Beast Race. Riders were dragged down from above, swiftly overwhelmed by several Fierce Beast Race, spears thrusting mercilessly through the gaps in their armor!