Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 448

"Boom boom boom!"

The wild drums of war sounded, and the dark enemy army appeared within the sight of everyone in the alliance army.

"Array! Block!"

The dozen or so fully armored warriors giving orders, their scarlet shattered cloaks fluttering together with the command flag in the strong wind.

Their entire bodies were covered by armor, with steel masks on their heads, and it was only possible to tell that these warriors were believers of the God of War through the severely worn armor and a badge with a fiery silver sword on their right shoulder. War Priest of the Fangs.

As elite clerics of the God of War, they are natural leaders, commanders who are the best at inspiring morale, and masters of tactics as well.

They are always able to make the most correct judgments with extreme calmness and composure in various situations that are unfavorable to the army.

Leading the army to victory is the ultimate goal of the war priest, and it is also the thing that the god of war Tempus is most happy to see.

Following the orders issued by the war priests, the army of the alliance began to disperse in an orderly manner.

Rows of heavy-armored warriors holding steel shields and refined long swords stepped in orderly and heavy steps to form a neat array, forming a steel line of defense, standing at the forefront of the entire team.

"Archers! Crossbowmen! Slingers!"

The most elite hobgoblin warriors were driving all kinds of slaves approaching quickly, and the priests of the God of War gave orders one after another without haste.

Groups of barking kobolds and fighting goblins held crossbows and slings through the gaps in the first row of heavily armored soldiers, standing at the forefront of the line.

The kobold goblins quickly reloaded their crossbow bolts and stone projectiles, aiming at the approaching enemy.

The heavy weapons and armor of hobgoblin warriors and slaves raised thick clouds of dust across the wasteland.

"Longbowmen! Longgunners! Take your positions!"

Soldiers holding armor-piercing spears appeared neatly and orderly behind the heavily armored warriors row by row.

These warriors were dressed in leather armor and wore long swords around their waists. Countless armor-piercing long swords were erected on the ground and adjusted to an angle that was easiest to thrust out. cold cold light.

At the same time, behind the spearman is a group of archers holding longbows. The faces and ears of these longbowmen are tightly wrapped with leather cloth, the wrists are protected with leather ropes and leather blocks, and the finger joints are also protected. Leather sheath, various light sharp blades such as emergency long swords or scimitars hanging on the waist.

Their equipment is mainly flexible and light leather armor. Each of them holds a 5-foot longbow in their hands, and carries two bags full of special arrows on their backs.

"The caster is ready!"

Various groups of spellcasters, mainly tiefling wizards, walked towards their respective positions in an orderly manner. These spellcasters stood in the last row of the team, and each was closely protected by a shield warrior in front of them.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer...

——"Supernatural ability: Battle flags flying!"

— "Supernatural Ability: Army Inspiration!"

- "Supernatural ability: song of rage!"

— "Supernatural Abilities: Song of Fortitude!"

……

The flying battle flags were deeply immersed in the very center of the army, and the extremely high-spirited declaration of war was spread throughout the entire army with the cooperation of the two war lords' resonant voices and spells.

Immediately afterwards, the extremely furious battle song galloped across the battlefield like a storm.

Accompanied by the furious singing and the reverberation of the declaration of war, everyone seemed to become excited, and the fear of such a large-scale war was also swept away.

——"Blessing!"

——"Prayer!"

——"Aid!"

……

Waves of soft white light emerged, and a small number of priests began to bless the heavy armored soldiers in the front row with various buffs.

This kind of magic can not only improve their defense, but also make them forget their fear and pain, and improve their vitality.

In this kind of large-scale field battle, the formation in the middle of the formation must use the troops with the highest morale and the strongest defense as the main force, so that they can last as long as possible.

If the first line of defense is defeated, the crossbowmen and spellcasters behind them must engage in close combat to maintain the stability of the formation.

This situation is the last scene that any commander wants to see.

As the distance got closer, the moment when the hobgoblins and the slaves reached the attack range of the alliance army.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"

A group of priests of the God of War drew out their long swords one after another, swung them down, and shouted angrily, "Catapult! Ballista! Bed Crossbow! Fire!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Heavy crossbow arrows the size of a baby's arm flew out one after another, and the fastest running lizardmen, jackals, and ogres in front fell down in large swaths.

A heavy crossbow flashing with dark red runes mercilessly pierced through a burly ogre, with scarlet blood, rushing towards the hobgoblin warrior behind him with undiminished strength. .

"boom!"

The moment the heavy crossbow shot out from the ogre's chest, it dragged a slender trail of smoke and slammed into the shield that the hobgoblin raised in time.

The hobgoblin warrior with a dented shield was knocked back again and again by the powerful impact of the heavy crossbow, and finally stretched his legs and fell to the ground on his back.

Just when the hobgoblin who got up from the crossbow was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the dark red runes carved around the crossbow suddenly burst out with dazzling red light and a pungent sulfur breath.

"Boom!"

The nearest hobgoblin warriors were thrown five meters away by the exploding crossbow bolts, and their armored bodies were covered in blood and flesh.

The hobgoblins who survived by chance also opened their mouths and spurted out a stream of blood, and the exposed hair and armor lining were directly ignited by the pungent flames.

The only thing that makes all hobgoblin fighters thankful is that this kind of heavy explosive crossbow, which is comparable to fireball, only appeared in a few in the first round of attacks.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

What followed were the stone bullets roaring from the catapult, and these head-sized stone bullets smashed into the enemy's camp one after another like a hailstorm.

Countless scalp-numbing sounds of bones breaking mixed with mournful wailing sounded one after another.

Several rounds of volleys from catapults, bed crossbows, and ballistas shot down, and the slave cannon fodder driven by the hobgoblins fell one after another, and most of them fell down before even reaching the distance of 100 meters.

"Longbowmen! Crossbowmen! Slings! Attack!"

Standing in the forefront of the formation, the kobold goblins, barking and restless, finally played their role.

The rain of arrows pouring out from light crossbows, slings, and short bows surrounded the charging slaves, captives, and cannon fodder without any dead ends.

Immediately, howls filled the field, and these enemies who rushed to the front row and had no means of protection fell down in large numbers like cutting wheat.

　I originally wanted to write all of them at once, but time is running out, so let’s post these first.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)