Mage Legend-Chapter 849 - 63: Finale

"Rise! You lazy slowpokes!" The great snake issued orders through his general: "Raise the shields, lift the spears, let the rain of arrows cover the sky!"

The snake-men swiftly sprang into action. From afar, the snake-men's camp looked like a surge of mixed red and black waves, amidst which gleamed the light of steel weapons. However, Wislin's cavalry did not regard this tide as a threat at all; they dashed towards the heart of the snake-men camp like a blade seeking to cleave the ocean.

The great snake raised one hand high, causing the ground to rise abruptly, forming a thick earthen wall in front of Wislin. The rocks bared their vicious faces, their sharpest points aimed directly at the approaching cavalry. Wislin blew the horn, drew the longsword from his waist, and raised his arm while shouting, "Charge! Knights of Pate!"

A beam of white light descended from the sky, piercing the gloom like a giant hammer, crashing fiercely into the earthen barrier. The defensive line constructed by evil forces collapsed instantly, shattering into fragments amidst a thunderous roar.

"Charge! Knights of Pate!"

The cavalry charged out from the smoke and dust, the dirt on them instantly swept clean by the wind. Their bright armor reflected the sunlight, like dazzling meteors skimming across the ground. The murderous aura surrounding the knights had become tangible, their gaze shattering the hastily gathered confidence of the snake-men even before their lances could.

A sandstorm shrouded the battlefield; it was difficult to discern the fierce battle taking place within. However, the other generals of the allied forces could clearly see that the flag of Pate's knights stood resolutely in the center of that battlefield.

"Damn it! What are we still waiting for?" Morgan was already anxiously pacing. He glanced to his sides, where the Dwarf's line stood as strong and solid as an unbreakable wall. The battle cries of the knights ignited him like the strongest liquor, causing his cheeks to flush, and his beard and hair to stand on end.

"Even if I am punished afterward, I don't care anymore!" Morgan thought, as he raised his massive warhammer with a whoosh. "Morgan is here!" He leaped out from the Dwarf army, charging down the slope like the wind.

The other Dwarf warriors could no longer restrain themselves; they finally found a leader. Even the Dwarf commander momentarily forgot their order, raising his hand to strike the war drum fiercely, setting the rhythm of the assault.

"Boom boom boom..." At first, the drumbeats were audible, but were soon drowned out by the Dwarf legion descending like a mountain torrent, becoming just an accompaniment to their thunderous footsteps.

"Foolish Dwarves, they've acted first!" The Elf Druid Nosta couldn't help but snort. He blew a whistle, letting the wind carry it across the entire Elf unit. Hidden within the undulating melody were secret words, a method of troop maneuvering that would never be deciphered by the enemy.

The heavily armored warriors held their shields in front of the Elf formation to prevent possible counterattacks from the enemy. However, the true show of power came from the archers of the elves, whose divine weapons had already been drawn to their limits.

Countless sharp arrows flew out, and only then could one hear their whistling sound. The intense friction with the air caused the metallic tips of these arrows to glow red hot, but the unique design of the Elf Clan allowed their speed to increase even further during flight.

The shower of red arrows fell like a firestorm from the sky, unleashing all the fury the elves had endured. The snake-men army, focused on the Dwarves' charge, was completely unaware of these arrows, faster than sound, falling from above. Most of them only felt a sudden chill in their throats before seeing the solid earth rise up to meet them.

The Elf heavy infantry advanced a bit further, then resumed their defensive posture. The archers' phalanx moved forward accordingly.

However, Morgan was completely unsatisfied with this. Looking at the ground strewn with the bodies of snake-men before him, and the few remaining barely clinging to life, he muttered, "Damn elves! Of all things to steal, you steal from me! Let's see who can out-steal the other!"

He stomped heavily on the former battle line of the snake-men and charged towards another group of snake-men, slightly farther from the elves.

Attacks from other angles began as well. The catapults and crossbow cannons did not hurl ordinary stones, but rather Dwarf bombs and fierce fire oil. In an instant, the snake-men's army was thrown into chaos.

Meanwhile, in the All-Knowing Tower, Lynch was ready. He had minimized the Gnome teleportation device and slipped it into his sleeve. Zilvra and Soka watched Lynch's actions secretly, preparing to rush up as he began to teleport. This way, no matter what, Lynch would have to take the two of them along.