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Chapter 955 - 955 112 The Debut of the Magical Beast Legion

955: Chapter 112: The Debut of the Magical Beast Legion 955: Chapter 112: The Debut of the Magical Beast Legion After the rain cleared, Carway and a group of Giants lazily basked in the sun.

Days of continuous heavy rain had almost caused moss to grow on their bodies, and they desperately needed a sunbath to restore their gloomy spirits.

“Carway, no more sleeping.

We traveled light this time and didn’t bring much food.

The rain has delayed us for so long; our army will soon run out of provisions.”

Hearing “run out of provisions,” Carway suddenly sprang to his feet.

Just looking at their size, it’s clear that Giants are Big Stomach Kings.

If they didn’t get enough nutrition, they wouldn’t grow so big.

Previously, in the World of Ice and Snow, the greatest pain for the Giant Tribe was suffering from hunger.

Not engaging in agriculture and relying solely on hunting for sustenance, their primitive production model meant that the Giant Tribe could only dwell in small tribes.

A Giant tribe usually never exceeded three hundred members.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be enough game nearby to feed everyone.

With hunting as their core mode of obtaining food, their supply was very unstable.

In this context, going hungry had become the norm for Giants.

“Pamela, what are you talking about?

Running out of food, impossible!

So much food in those carts, how could it be gone so quickly?

Did you steal our army provisions, kid?”

For a species accustomed to long-term hunger, food was life.

Meeting Carway’s unfriendly gaze, Pamela took three steps back, then composed himself and said:

“What’s with all the yelling!

Don’t you know why the food is depleting so quickly?

Just your appetite, Carway, is dozens of times mine.

With a group of Big Stomach Kings like you, is it any wonder the food’s running out fast!”

As the leader of the Giant Army, Carway stood out even among Giants, and his food needs were accordingly greater.

The consumption of ordinary Giants was less, but only relative to him.

Compared to soldiers of other species, they were still Big Stomach Kings.

Before the continent’s war broke out, Giants suffered from hunger every few days.

Finally having the chance to eat without reservation, naturally, no one held back.

Giants eat with basins; devouring dozens of pounds of food in one meal was a breeze for them.

Faced with such a group of Big Stomach Kings, it was natural that the food supply would deplete quickly.

Plus, they had set out this time to reinforce the Allied Forces in Declaras Province.

Had they not encountered the rainy season, by now they would have reached their destination.

Perhaps realizing his own fault, Carway became embarrassed and stammered, “At worst, I’ll just eat less next meal, but you can’t skimp on our army provisions!”

Hearing this response, the leaders from various tribes that had come along all had black lines on their foreheads.

Indeed, discussing matters with these big fellows was purely a waste of time.

If it weren’t for the fact that there were over eight hundred Giants in the reinforcements, who were reliable sources of combat strength, no one would bother arguing with him.

“Alright, no one will skimp on your provisions, but to make up for the shortages, we must undertake a military operation.

On our way here, we spotted signs of resistance armed forces activities; there should be…”

Pamela hadn’t finished speaking when the ground suddenly shook as if an earthquake had struck.

“Enemy attack!”

No sooner had the spies passed back the intelligence than an enormous army appeared on the horizon, swiftly reaching them in the blink of an eye.

The enemy’s arrival was too swift, even quicker than the scouts on horses arranged by everyone.

“Form ranks to meet the enemy!”

Pamela hastily ordered.

The commanders scrambled back to their own camps to organize their troops for battle, and the whole camp spelled one thing—chaos.

The Giants caught outside the camp were the most tragic, seeing themselves about to be sandwiched between two sides.

Staring at the Magical Beast Knights approaching with murderous intent, Carway made a decisive call, “What are you dawdling for, move it!”

As he spoke, he had already left his spot, swiftly making his way to the rear of the camp via a side route.

This sudden twist of events dumbfounded the various tribal alliances in the camp.

The lumbering Giants, it turned out, could also leg it.

Without the Giants as Meat Shields, the camp was laid bare before the Expeditionary Army, leading Hudson to doubt whether this was an enemy ploy.

Yet, the front camp had neither pits for horses nor horse-blocking stakes—it was completely undefended.

To go to such lengths seemed far too extravagant for a scheme.

Observing the hastily forming enemy ranks, Hudson sneered, promptly ordering, “Magic Crossbows, fire at will, charge into the camp and break the enemy!”

He had realized the enemy’s predicament: they had been “betrayed” by their own.

Had the Giants been guarding the outskirts, even an enemy attack would have allowed sufficient time to assemble the troops.

But plans could not keep up with changes; the Giants who were supposed to guard the camp’s gates got scared by the Magical Beast Legion and left an open doorway.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

The whistling of Crossbow Arrows cut through the air over the camp.

Soldiers from the Allied Forces at the front fell dead and wounded in an instant.

“Counterattack!

Archers, quick, counterattack!”

Pamela roared with fury.

But it was all in vain; Archers against Magic Crossbows was a confrontation between eras.

Countless trained Archers fell under the random fire of the Magic Crossbows.

Tall watchtowers had not even had the chance to show their effectiveness before Belsden knocked them over with a slap.

As Mages in the camp prepared to strike, Maxim unleashed a fireball their way, sweeping over them and sending them scrambling for cover in fright.

The lucky ones who escaped were still shaken, while the unfortunate, slower ones left behind only a scream as they turned into fireballs.