Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 746 - 517: Di Gaomorgan’s Sacrilegious Ritual_1

Chapter 746: Chapter 517: Di Gaomorgan’s Sacrilegious Ritual_1

"Nola, lead the Nort Guard Legion to execute a frontal charge against them. Killing the enemy is not the main purpose; drive them into the wall of flames," Gaven ordered.

"Thomas, split the Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry into two groups and sweep along the wall of flames. Cut down those trolls that climb over, as well as those that have not yet entered the wall of flames," he continued.

"Cangya, take the Cangya Cavalry Legion and cross directly over the wall of flames to set up traps on the spot, waiting for the trolls that have been driven over to detain them," he added.

Gaven played to the strengths of the three major cavalry legions to the fullest: the heavy cavalry charged head-on, the light cavalry circled around for encirclement, and the auxiliary cavalry engaged in supportive delays.

Once the formation was set, he reined in the Half-Moon Colt to land beside Nola, pulled out the Victory Pledge, and proclaimed loudly, "Warriors of Nort, now is the best opportunity for a decisive victory. We must not only break through these trolls but also charge into their lair to utterly annihilate them, turning this place into fertile ground for our survival. Follow me in the charge!"

"Charge!"

"Annihilate these trolls!"

"Victory will surely be ours."

The uniform thundering of hoofbeats became the most blood-stirring war song, the four auras enveloping Gaven and his surrounding soldiers driving them into a fervent state.

Leading the charge into the enemy’s ranks was the Six-armed Snake Demon Nightshadow, followed by the six trolls transformed into Shadow Walkers Nightshadow.

The former, through slaughter, unleashed the rage within her heart that had nowhere else to go. She was now helpless against Gaven and could only vent her anger on these instigators. Whose stupid idea was it to lure her forth with a Demon Portal? If it weren’t for that damned Demon Portal, would she have fallen into this dismayed state that was neither human nor ghost?

Who knew what sort of tragic fate awaited her next?

The more the Six-armed Snake Demon Nightshadow thought about it, the angrier she got, and the faster she killed.

Although she wasn’t too fond of her current state, the Six-armed Snake Demon could not deny the perfect synergy between her abilities and Nightshadow features.

Her strong resistance to magic, along with her physical damage reduction, allowed her to ignore most attacks, including the wall of fire, which she could enter and exit at will. She could attack without restraint — her strength not only remained undiminished since her corporeal days but had even increased by two points.

The Nightshadow’s feature of absorbing a portion of the soul from killed enemies enabled her to recover the part of her soul consciousness lost to transformation into a True Wraith in just half an hour, and she still had a surplus.

As for her fatal weakness of fearing sunlight, she initially had to use Dark Arts to compensate, but eventually, she didn’t need it at all.

Her killing speed was so fast that a large number of soul fragments surrounded her, forming a thick shroud of black mist to envelop her, preventing sunlight from reaching her and making her figure indistinct to the enemy.

Wherever she passed, only a dark mist remained, and once the mist had lifted, nothing was left but a pile of dismembered corpses.

This spectacle did not reduce her terrifying deterrence; on the contrary, it enveloped her in a veil of mystery, making her seem even more frightful.

The trolls, driven to desperation, originally tried to rally for a hopeless counterattack under the compulsion of the Noble Giant Trolls.

However, they were sliced to pieces by the fury of the Six-armed Snake Demon Nightshadow and were pushed into the wall of flames by the charging Nort Guard Legion.

Ah, ah, ah...

Merely two seconds after these trolls were pushed into the flames, they turned into gigantic columns of fire, emitting unending and miserable howls. Some even tried to rush back but were immediately shoved back in by their own frantic kin.

Many trolls, desperate and cornered, took a short run and leaped on the spot, braving the flames to force their way through.

If they had adopted this strategy from the very beginning, they indeed might have had a small chance to escape.

But their previous hesitance cost them too much time, and the other two cavalry divisions of the migrating army had already taken their positions, just waiting to trap them.

Do not underestimate the Gnoll Ferocity Mink Cavalry from the Dragon Oak Territory.

In terms of frontal charging ability, they certainly couldn’t compare to the heavy cavalry of the Nort Guard Legion.

When it came to hit-and-run tactics, the Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry could leave them in the dust.

But regarding auxiliary capacity, they claimed second to none, with no one daring to call themselves first. Each of these Gnolls was a Dragon Vein Gnoll, endowed with a variety of spell-like abilities. Although only at the first or second level, their vast numbers were not something to scoff at. Even their steeds could not be taken lightly.

To say ’Ferocious Mink’ might not conjure an image for many people, but mention another name, and many will understand clearly — ’Honey Badger’. They were part of the same family, and these Ferocious Minks were even larger, about the size of a young calf, with a ferocity surpassing that of their cousin, the Honey Badger. In groups, there was no creature they were afraid to confront.

However, the Gnolls would not let them join battle unless it was crucial.

Setting up landmine traps with Tremor Bombs was their most common tactic. Among them were several Gnoll Alchemists. Given the time, they would mass-produce a variety of Tremor Bombs.

These traps caused the trolls much suffering.

Having barely risked crossing the raging flames, they managed to smother the flames on their bodies after a flurry of tumbling, only to be hopelessly fatigued and continue on their way home, only to be blown and flung by explosions from beneath their feet.

A single Tremor Bomb certainly couldn’t claim their lives, but it was enough to blow off their legs, and the splashing acid also inhibited their regenerative abilities, leaving them to watch in despair as a swarm of Gnolls, whom they had never taken seriously, descended on them and grinded them to death.