Chapter 920 - Valley Ambush
Chapter 920 Valley Ambush
The dragon lords had all fled.
However, there were still many scouts and spies left behind in their territories. These forces would often launch ambushes at the adept army as they passed by.
They were either packs of dragonborn warriors or fearless native tribes. Regardless, no force could move that giant metal army that stretched on like a snake.
They came, they attacked, and they were forever left in the ground.
How could they possibly know that their well-hidden ambushes were so crude and inferior in the eyes of the adepts? Hundreds of eyeball machines hovering hundreds of meters in the air released scan waves of various colors through a small egg-sized hole underneath their structures.
It didn’t matter if the dragonborn and natives were hiding in the swamp, ditches, or the bushes; their massive life forces would not escape the detection and scans of the machines. The ambushes they thought to be perfect had all been discovered by the eyeball machines, and the information was relayed to the adepts in the army.
Thus, several goblin chariots would suddenly diverge from the wildly advancing army and charge at these ‘traps.’
A series of questions arose in his heart, but he found no answers.
As an essential individual in the Cult of Dragons, Mos naturally had his own set of his skills and abilities.
A short, quick chant rang out as Mos enchanted himself with an Eagle Eye spell. It was then that he clearly distinguished the true identity of the black dots.
“Go. Notify Lord Zamu. The enemy’s scouts have arrived!” Mos grabbed one of the Dragon Cultists and ordered sternly.
The cultist immediately rushed off into the depths of the valley, hastily and clumsily.
A short moment later, the earth rumbled as an army of dragonborn warriors charged out of the valley in perfect formation, long battleaxes in hand. The leader was Second Grade Zamu, commander of the dragonborn army.
“Where…where is the enemy?” Zamu held two massive blades in his hands as he stepped in front of the black-robed Mos, where he roared with all he had.
Mos pointed at the sky with his whip.
Zamu placed a hand over his eyes. His serpentine eyes suddenly shrunk, and his powerful vision allowed him to instantly catch sight of the strange black dots circling in the dim sky.
The surfaces of the black dots were smooth and shiny under the sunlight, gleaming with a ghostly blue light unique to magical metal. It was obvious they were not magical creatures that belonged to Lance.
“Everyone hide in the war fortress. Those are the flying scouts of the enemy!”
At Zamu’s command, the dragonborn warriors dove into the fortress or leaned against the walls, instantly concealing themselves.