What a mess… that was the only way I could describe the situation right now with the Murlocs and Minotaurs. The moment both sides clashed with each other, the battle fell apart. The Murloc immediately broke ranks and started fleeing frantically in every direction.
Unfortunately for them, fate was a cruel mistress. In their blind desire to flee, they ended up fleeing in the direction of Aishael’s Half-Elven army. There was no warning given, but before any Murloc could realise the error of their decision, they were mercilessly hacked to pieces by the advancing Half-Elves.
The Half-Elven army advanced in a direction completely opposite to the fleeing Murlocs, neither too slowly nor too quickly. Like a machine of death, they mowed down any who stood in their way, ally or otherwise; there was no retreat to be had in this battle. In the first place, these Murlocs were dispatched here to be cannon fodders so we didn’t have high hopes for them to begin with. The moment they got in the way of our armies, they were the ones at fault.
And what better solution was there than just simple violence? Under the relentless reaping of the advancing Half-Elven army, the Murlocs had no choice but to turn around. Some ran towards the nearby river while those who were not as clear-headed chose to face off against the Minotaurs who were now fighting the Blood Drake Riders…
While it was often assumed that a cavalry unit was at its strongest during a charge, this might not always hold true in this world. There were cavalry units that were just as strong even without charging; the Blood Drake Riders were just such a unit. Amongst the Dark Elves, these riders were counted as the most elite combat unit, not just because of their riders, but also because the Blood Drakes themselves were powerful magical beasts. In a one-on-one with a Minotaur of the same Star-level, they were more than a match, and that was not even counting the powerful rider on their back!
At the forefront of these powerful riders was Zurnalin, riding ahead of the others like a deadly spear into the enemy. With her three meter long Dragon Spear, she easily skewered a Minotaur before it even had the time to realise what had happened. Then with a swing of her spear, she threw the offending corpse right into another unfortunate Minotaur…
The Blood Drake she rode was significantly stronger than her subordinates. When it opened its horrific jaws, a deafening roar boomed forth like a crack of lightning. A couple of Minotaurs who were just about to swing their axes at it were immediately stunned in place, eyes filled with shock and dread. That was the power of her steed!
Having incapacitated the two of them temporarily, Zurnalin’s Blood Drake swiftly whipped its scaly tail towards them, smashing into each of their chests with a bang that was more like a sonic boom and sending them flying in the process.
At the same time as that, the rest of the Blood Drake Riders arrived on scene as well. Each rider charged fearlessly into battle, carving a bloody swathe into their enemies’ ranks with astonishing power!
“Kill them all!!!”
“Fear the Blood Drake Riders!”
The moment the battle started, every rider bellowed at the top of their lungs, eyes red from their bloodthirst. Wherever there was a Minotaur to be had, their furious spear thrusts would soon follow. Whether it was a sword slash, a stab of their Dragon Spear, or a whip from their steeds, whatever weapon they could employ was employed.
Faced with such a frenzied attack, a weak-hearted opponent would have fled already. With just over 3000 Minotaurs present, they were beginning to feel the pressure from the might the riders showed. Bit by bit, cracks were beginning to form in their morale.
A short while after the Blood Drake Riders, the Half-Elves’ first division charged into battle as well under the leadership of Aishael.
Spotting these newcomers, several hundreds of Minotaurs immediately tried to circle around the Blood Drake Riders in a bid to cut off the riders while also attacking the target that was clearly under-equipped even to their simplistic minds.
With a fearless roar, the first of the Minotaurs rammed into a Half-Elven Shieldbearer, intent on showing this skinny weakling whose strength was greater here.
Aishael frowned upon seeing it. An enraged Minotaur clearly wasn’t a good match for their scrawny Shieldbearers, but she couldn’t back down either. These Shieldbearers were their only line of defense. If they couldn’t hold the line now, then the casualties would be great within their ranks.
It was an unfortunate fact that their current numbers were too little, coming in at just 1000. Out of these 1000, there were Archers and Mages, leaving only just 700 to actually hold off the Minotaurs who were each at least hundreds of kilogrammes. When these monstrosities charged, their body weight would only be multiplied against the Half-Elves.
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