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Chapter 956 - 956 112 The Debut of the Magical Beast Legion_2

956: Chapter 112: The Debut of the Magical Beast Legion_2 956: Chapter 112: The Debut of the Magical Beast Legion_2 The massive fireball, as if endowed with life, did not extinguish immediately; instead, it rolled deeper into the camp, igniting everything in its path—tents, provisions, whatever it encountered burned to ashes.

The few elite warriors in the Allied Forces who had hoped to intercept the fireball were promptly targeted by Hudson’s sniping.

Before embarking on the campaign, he had made a special trip to the Arcane Academy to commission those old fogeys to craft a Magic Bow for him.

The power was formidable, the only problem being that it was too resource-intensive, consuming a Seventh-order Wood-elemental Magic Core with each usage, and lower orders were no substitute.

Wood-element Magical Beasts were rare, let alone Seventh-order ones.

In anyone else’s hands, this would be regarded as a useless magic device.

Of course, Mages of Eighth Order and above in wood magic could also operate it, but firing just one arrow would nearly drain them, with the potency roughly equal to them unleashing their full magical power.

Being able to operate the bow was one thing, but being able to draw the bow and hit the target was another matter altogether.

There were many who practiced both Magic and Martial Arts, but very few had achieved high levels in both.

One’s energy was limited, and in cultivation, choices had to be made.

The ‘whoosh’ of several arrows being released reminded the Different Races of Master Hudson’s esteemed title, “Divine Archery Knight.”

There were quite a few Strongmen who were tough to kill; aside from those successfully taken by surprise at the start, the rest suffered mere scratches.

This left Hudson feeling pretty frustrated; he couldn’t help but lament that Giants were easier to kill—those big targets were easy to hit.

In an instant, the armies had charged into the camp, and the divided Allied Forces suffered heavily.

As the neighbors of the Giants, the Multi-Claw Tribe took the hardest hit in this ambush.

Watching the chaos unfold in the camp, Pamela was about to curse Carway’s ancestors eighteen generations back when she was struck by a Dragon’s tail.

Then the situation spiraled out of control; without leadership, the soldiers of the Multi-Claw Tribe seemed to wish they had more legs as they fled in all directions.

A massive wave of deserters surged towards the rear, completely disrupting the military formation of the troops behind them; before they could react, the enemy was upon them.

Rout, and then they struck the rear camp; another rout, and yet another strike…

This continual betrayal by their supposed allies granted the Expeditionary Army, though outnumbered, a superior force in the heat of battle.

The sprawling Allied Army Camp, spanning seven or eight miles, had turned into complete chaos.

Under the unbearable pressure, Species began retreating from the camp involuntarily.

…

“Big brother, it seems we’ve caused quite the mess?”

Hearing the Giant’s question by his side, Carway smacked the back of his head and said irritably,

“Isn’t that obvious!”

It was plain to see that they were no strangers to causing trouble.

However, this time was different—it seemed they had really screwed over their allies.

But recalling the last time at Augustusburg, when their own forces were completely wiped out, Carway felt a little reassured.

“Big brother, so what do we do now?”

The little brother, having been smacked, rubbed the back of his head as if nothing was amiss and continued to press for answers.

Obviously, being hit was not a new experience for him; he was accustomed to it.

Scolding his brother was one thing, but dealing with the aftermath was a whole other issue.

Leading their troops over to help seemed risky, and there was a chance of causing friendly fire.

“Number two, how about we circle back and catch the enemy in a pincer attack?” Carway suggested uncertainly.

While they were used to brawling, fighting a battle was new to them.

The reinforcements drawn from the rear had only ever experienced brawling amongst a hundred or so Giants or hunting down a large Magical Beast.

“That’s not right!

The king said war requires brains, not blindly charging into battle.

Look, there are deserters.

The Alliance has an order for those who flee during battle—kill them!

How about we persuade the deserters to go back?

That way, they won’t lose their heads, and it would be helping our allies too.”

After a slight hesitation, Carway nodded in agreement.

Although unsure of what exactly he should do now, he knew he had to try to make amends for his mistakes and could not just stand still doing nothing.

…

As Hudson led his troops through the camp, he noticed something amiss—the enemy, who should have been scattering in all directions, were regrouping once again.

If not for the sheer chaos, he might have suspected that there was a capable commander among the enemy forces, rallying the troops for a counterattack.

“Maxim, take to the skies; I need to see what’s actually happening on the battlefield!”

The scene that unfolded was so astonishing that Hudson was left aghast: a group of Giants spread around the camp, incessantly urging the deserters to return.

Their methods of persuasion were very characteristic of Giants.

They would either obediently return to the camp or be smashed into a pulp by a Giant’s hammer.

In the distance, several members of Different Races were confronting a Giant leader, arguing over something unknown to Hudson.

The situation was tense, and for a moment, Hudson even suspected that the enemy had a unified command and that the Giants were a supervisory team sent by the enemy’s Commander in Chief.

The actual truth was irrelevant; what mattered was that the enemy was blocked inside the camp, not scattering as planned, which was a significant deviation from his strategy.

Even a desperate rabbit will bite; let alone fifty thousand warriors of the Ancient Remnant Allied Army.

The overwhelming power of the Expeditionary Army was partly due to the combat prowess of the Magical Beast Knights, and partly because they caught the enemy completely off guard.

The continual heavy rain over the past seven days had made the Allied Forces lower their guard.

Even the scouts sent out for patrols merely lurked in the area not far away.

By the time the Expeditionary Army was spotted, the two forces were just a few miles apart.

By the time the information was relayed back, the Magical Beast Knights had already reached the camp.