Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 368 - 80 - Frustrations Everywhere_1

For a space magician, the "Space Teleportation Array" is just a beginner spell. Introductory apprentices can cast it, but there’s a vast discrepancy in terms of the number of entities it can teleport.

Teleporting forty cavalrymen at once is an above-average feat, even for Master Fran who holds the high ranking title in the guild.

Anyone who underestimates a mage will get a lesson, yet this time is an exception.

Overlooking the military mix-up on the northern bank of the Sanggan River, the Beamon had already captured a majority of the advantage. Even the addition of forty "Metal Rose" cavalrymen could not change this fact.

Still left in this balance of power, a cloaked woman had yet to make her move. In this symphony of war, the Fairy Dragon, Daisy, expertly orchestrates it. Despite her opponent’s desperate struggles against her intricate layout, everything ultimately remained within her control.

When Jennifer’s platoon of eight woolly rhinoceroses and thirty-one light cavalrymen arrive at the northern bank through the "Space Teleportation Array", Korina and her troops, who include three earth badgers and a cave giant bear, were preparing to charge the Heavy Scythe-wielders.

The Heavy Scythe-wielders are undeniably formidable. They all are the tallest, burliest warriors from the Pompeii Empire, and the whirlwind mercenary guild spent a third of all their finances on them. Every Pompeii warrior is over two meters tall, each one a strong man capable of lifting a thousand pounds. Despite wearing two hundred pounds of heavy armor, the moment they were ambushed, they were able to hold their breath in the Ice River, support each other, and walk the eighty-pace distance to reach the river bank safely. This is enough to tell anyone how well-trained this squad is and how strong their psychological quality is.

However, it is undeniable that after emerging from the icy river shore, these Pompeii men had exhausted their strength to the point of reaching their limits. The only thing keeping them fighting was their opponents’ weakness. The moment the illusionary barrier was lifted and formidable enemies emerged, the Pompeii men had already lost their three-layer steel tower shields and were left only with a giant sickle to fight against the Orephin knights riding mammoth elephants that were five meters tall. This was no longer a battle they could sustain with mere courage and faith.

The timely appearance of the woolly rhinoceros cavalry alleviated the imminent first wave of fierce attacks from the Beamon cavalry.

Korina, in a very knightly manner, used hand gestures to call off the impending charge, giving the forty "Metal Rose" cavalrymen time to adjust their formation.

The truly strong warriors are always composed and tolerant.

This is a demonstration of extreme self-confidence.

In the "Metal Rose" mercenary guild, each woolly rhinoceros stands about two and a half meters tall and weighs about four tons, with a head adorned with one long and two short horns. Its body is wrinkled and tough.

As the trump card of the "Metal Rose" mercenary guild, ten woolly rhinoceroses charge in breakneck speed, opening a bloody path with their unparalleled impact force. The light cavalrymen who trailed behind expanded their breakthroughs along this path. This strategy had garnered the fame of the "Metal Rose" mercenary guild’s cavalrymen throughout the Dorott Duchy.

Surreally, the "Faelor" army’s cavalry, since its establishment, had adopted the consistent style of their overlord, Richard. The only military term in their dictionary is attack! Attack! And attack again!

Liu Zhenhan, during his frontline service in the southern border, had a love for flanking and assault tactics, which he successfully instilled in his followers. The suicide-style charge of such tactics ignited the hot blood of every Beamon warrior, delivering fatal blows to their opponents.

This sharp tactic has enormous advantages and disadvantages.

If they could resist this suicide-style charge and use a concave formation to counter-encircle them, this barbaric assault tactic would end in total annihilation. If they couldn’t resist their charge, their perfectly formed lines would be breached and freely infiltrated, dispersing the formation. Even a fool would understand the dire consequences.

The fundamental reason why the Fairy Dragon, Daisy, wanted to command a battle consisted of Faelor militiamen so desperately is that these militiamen are indeed exceptional.

The assault arrowhead comprised of mammoths and various giant beasts mixed with cavalry. Following closely behind were the heavily armored, strong as bulls Faelor lords leading their heavy armor battalions. They infiltrated in a line, indifferent to everything else, with deep assaults as their only faith. The power of this battle formation cannot be merely summarized by the word "terrifying".

As a commander with a profound understanding of the military, Fairy Dragon, Daisy, can imagine how ferocious this barbaric combat method is.

In every long-standing legion of the Aegean continent, this assault troop structure existed. Every commander, starting to learn military theories in the Military Command Academy, knew the importance of stabbing a knife into an enemy’s heart in a critical moment. However, it is important that this knife does not break.