Chapter 921 - Dragonborn Defeated
Chapter 921 Dragonborn Defeated
Of course, the commotion in the distant valley could not be concealed from the adepts.
With the life detection arrays fitted within the eyeball machines and the infrared beams of the goblin’s technology, the entire geography of Deadmoon Valley and the many red dots within it had already appeared in the command hall of the Mothership ten kilometers away.
Magical equipment that resembled a tome was embedded into the floor in the center of the hall. As the data from the eyeball scans were transmitted back to the ship, the panoramic geographic map displayed by this magical equipment became even clearer and detailed.
“Eighty-three dragonborn, four hundred and sixty-five native creatures, two of which are Second Grade and one hundred and three of which are First Grade. The rest are all insignificant rabble. However, it seems like the opponent has arranged some soldiers on the cliffs above with plenty of boulders and logs prepared. They probably intend to ambush us with the boulders when we pass through the valley.” Adept Meryl confidently analyzed as she stood in the center, dressed in a large red robe.
All the Second Grades of the Crimson Clan were gathered around her, silently observing this battle. Even Gru was standing to a side with his metal body, silent throughout the meeting.
It was no more than a pebble in their path. There was no need for powerhouses like them to mobilize. They were only here in an attempt to score some contributions for the clan.
While the Second Grades watched on dispassionately, Meryl’s orders had already reached the army below. Twenty goblin chariots immediately left the formation and accelerated toward Deadmoon Valley. Ten goblin skyships followed closely behind, covering the sortie from above.
A First Grade Curse of Decripification!
A First Grade Quicksand Trap!
One couldn’t underestimate them simply because they were First Grade spells. When used on Second Grade Zamu, they were just as effective as Second Grade spells.
While Zamu and a few of the dragonborn warriors were caught in the quicksand, the black cannons on the chariots creaked and moved, setting their sights on these immobile targets.
Meanwhile, the Archers guarding the chariots raised their magic energy rifles and unleashed a barrage of energy beams at the enemies within sight, as fast as they could.
Penetrative Scorching Rays.
Frost Rays that could slow the enemy’s movements.
Petrification Rays that could turn a part of the enemy’s body into stone.
Blinding Rays that would blind the enemy.
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Magical beams of various colors and effects landed on the charging dragonborn, causing their bodies to fall under all sorts of weird magical effects as they groaned in pain.
While the Archers’ attacks obstructed the dragonborn, several ferocious plasma fireballs descended on them, instantly causing horrifying damage to their ranks.
The bodies of the dragonborn warriors were like snow before a blinding sun where the plasma lightning crackled. Their body parts melted into green smoke, crippling them and covering them in even more wounds. As the waves of fire spread out, the tattered scales of the dragonborn could no longer protect them. Their flesh burned beneath the flames, and they started howling from the unbearable pain.
Above them, goblin missiles and alchemical bombs rained down like a perpetual storm. Below them, the quicksand trap sealed their path forward. In front of them, Archers bombarded their bodies, and in the distance, goblin chariots annihilated their allies with magic energy cannons.
The dragonborn had only just charged out of the valley, and they had already been stopped. They could only raise their battleaxes over their heads, grit their teeth, and power forward with all they had.
Finally, a few lucky dragonborn warriors made it through the purgatory of blood and flesh, clashing with the Archers in close combat.
Several Archers were torn to pieces by their vicious and fearless strikes. Sadly, the Archers far outnumbered these warriors. The few already injured dragonborn warriors were quickly riddled with holes from a barrage of energy beams at close range. Tragically and heroically, they collapsed three hundred meters away from the goblin chariots.
The leader known as Zamu ultimately howled and fell helplessly to the constant waves of plasma fireballs. His body was scorched black, and pieces had been carved out everywhere. It was hard even to identify him now.
As the dragonborn frontline was torn apart, the one hundred eyeball machines in the air dove down and soared past the two cliffs. Beams of Scorching Rays fell like raindrops. The native warriors hiding above the cliff and in the shadows of the valley started fleeing, crying as they did so, before being shot down, one by one.
In just thirty minutes, the enemies within Deadmoon Valley had been completely exterminated!