Second Year of Great Xia, December 5th
About twenty kiloters west of the Beehive, in the snowfield territory
This is already considered the heart of the Yanglu, and just like when Xia Hong took Chen Yingyuan and Peng Bo here at the end of June to survey, the entire area is still filled with thick white mist, with extrely low visibility.
Roar... Roar...
In the thick fog area, the continuous low beast roars can still be heard, and compared to half a year ago, it seems to have beco even more frequent.
Sizzle... Sizzle...
In the desolate and lonely snowfield region, two slight sizzling sounds suddenly erge, instantly recognizable as the sound of flas leaping up.
Boom...
A massive bonfire, three to four zhang high, suddenly rises from a low-lying area over three hundred ters in circumference, instantly illuminating the surrounding area of fifty to sixty ters, and as so unknown black substance within the bonfire ignites, the black smoke it emits slowly disperses the surrounding white mist.
The white mist is the culprit behind the extrely low visibility on the snowfield, but as it is dispersed by the black smoke, the area illuminated by the bonfire imdiately expands to about a half-kiloter radius.
Roar... Roar...
At the sa ti, the originally low beast roars in the white mist area suddenly beco wild.
Thump thump thump...
The earth suddenly trembles violently, and the sound of rapidly running beast hooves cos from all directions, converging on the bonfire as the focal point.
"Roar!!!"
A huge wolf head breaks through the dense white mist a hundred ters away, its blood-red eyes fixed on the bonfire in the depression, filled with desire and greed.
Bam...
The Frost Wolf, just about to leap, is directly knocked away by a larger Thunder Kui from behind. Subsequently, more than fifty Cold Beasts of similar size charge out from the fog, rushing towards the bonfire.
Then, another three hundred smaller Cold Beasts co pouring out of the fog area like a tidal wave, their target also clearly the bonfire.
Roar roar roar...
This could definitely be considered a mid-sized beast tide, and with interdiate Cold Beasts comprising two-tenths of it, its destructive power is far greater than a typical beast tide.
Even a massive camp with a population of over ten thousand might not withstand such a beast tide and could only beco the target of trampling hooves, with no capability of resistance.
However, this large bonfire was obviously created by human hands.
Creating it so deliberately, they must have backing.
Just as the more than fifty interdiate Cold Beasts in the front row all step into the depression, a sudden shout echoes from its periter.
"Horizontal Blade Camp, release the arrows!"
The circle of snow along the depression’s line suddenly explodes, and six hundred soldiers clad in pale gold armor rise abruptly from beneath the snow, drawing their bows and shooting arrows without hesitation at the fifty-plus interdiate Cold Beasts below.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Hundreds of iron arrows swiftly light up the entire depression, with the airstreams from all directions being swept by the arrows, pouring towards the Cold Beasts below.
Thud... Thud... Thud...
The dozen or so Cold Beasts on the outermost periter bear the brunt of the first wave of arrow rain. Despite their nearly ten-ter size, under the simultaneous impact of these hundreds of arrows, they stagger inevitably.
And this is just the first wave of arrow rain.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The six Horizontal Blade Camps surrounding the depression, having finished the first round of iron arrows, continue without pause, successive waves of arrow rain following one after another.
Bam... Bam...
The Cold Beasts within the depression finally lose their footing, and once unbalanced, their troubles are far from over.
An interdiate Snow Mane is directly knocked airborne by the arrow rain, crashing onto a Demon Sheep in the inner layer. Fuming with rage, it attempts to stand again, but its body is completely suppressed by the arrow rain, making it utterly unable to rise.
The Demon Sheep, having been knocked into a daze, hasn’t toppled completely yet, but with the continuous iron arrows, it ultimately collapses.
The situation of this Snow Mane and Demon Sheep is a microcosm of the overall state of the fifty-plus interdiate Cold Beasts within the depression, almost all of whom are firmly suppressed by the arrow rain and unable to move, being in a depression and constrained by distance, their Innate Divine Ability can’t be effectively unleashed.
However, this beast tide isn’t just them.
The fifty-plus interdiate Cold Beasts are rely the fastest to reach the depression.
The outer three hundred-plus low-level Cold Beasts are also charging this way!
"Roar..."
"Fourth Camp, Fifth Camp, turn and shoot at the beast tide to the west, the remaining four camps, continue to suppress the depression, Scouts and Mo Blade Camp, follow to the enemy!"
Just like how the soldiers of the Horizontal Blade Camp appeared, one figure after another suddenly arises from the snow about fifty ters outside the depression, a hundred soldiers from the Reconnaissance Camp wielding various weapons on the western side, with a hundred soldiers wielding massive Mo Blades in the southeast and north directions, each.
Bam...
The three-ter-long Mo Blade is a perfect match against these slightly smaller low-level Cold Beasts. The two hundred or so Cold Beasts from the east, south, and north are held at bay by the Mo Blade Camp, unable to advance an inch.
Moreover, once the three Mo Blade Camp units repelled the first wave of the charge, they began collaborating, charging outwards, because the Cold Beasts cannot breach the hundred-forged Thunder Kui war armor they wore, while their hundred-forged Mo Blades can easily cut through the beasts’ skin mbrane defenses.
"Weaklings, brothers, let’s quickly finish up and go help the Scouts!"
"That’s right, finish them up quickly and go help in the west!"
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