"Queen, we can’t win, we really can’t win... Oww... the equipnt of Blood Gorge City Hobgoblins is too fine... Our weapons can’t penetrate their armor at all... Their weapons cut us like chopping vegetables..."
"The paralysis attack of the Ghouls also greatly loses its effect on them, because their claws can’t break their armor... can’t reach their body... If we don’t co up with a plan, we’re going to be crushed..."
"Mother, my Jackalwere Battalion has been completely wiped out... We can’t win, not at all..."
This is an overpowering situation purely on the level of equipnt. The crude weapons in the hands of those Monsters, even natural weapons, simply cannot pierce the armor forged of Dwarven steel.
Either they fall in swathes, like straw being harvested.
Or they crumble like an army, fleeing backwards.
And at this ti, the agile and nimble Goblin Wolf Cavalry closely followed, driving the Jackalwere Battalion like herding sheep, forcing them to impact other Monster Tribes or Jackalwere Battalions behind them, aiming for larger victories.
They are Hobgoblins trained and educated by the Strategy Priest. Their understanding and application of strategy and tactics far exceed ordinary armies.
The entire battlefield is their chessboard, intersecting, maneuvering, splitting, and encircling, until they are finally devoured.
Upon hearing the bad news from the front, the Jackalwere Queen not only showed no sign of fear, but instead had a greedy and excited look, let out the peculiar chuckle of Jackalweres: "What dog crap believers of the Goddess of Strategy, aren’t they falling into my trap? The finer their equipnt, the better, from now on, they belong to ... Sacrifice initiation."
"Honored Father God, God of Berserk, please hear the call of your people, accept the blood sacrifice given to you, send down your holy army, completely destroy the enemy..."
Countless Jackalwere Demon Priests begin to surround bloody altars, starting the sacrifice and prayer.
Since the Jackalwere Queen calls herself Queen of the Jackalweres, her tribe naturally worships the Demon God, using sacrifices to summon his Demon Army to descend on the Material Plane, collaborating with them in battle, as a necessary thod.
Ow ow...
Large, well-equipped Abyssal Jackalweres appear out of thin air on the altar, letting out excited howls.
But this excitent did not last long, it was interrupted by a black mass of Black-winged Gnolls like a bird flock.
Nurous Tremor Bombs were thrown down from the air.
The Abyssal Jackalweres, Jackalwere Demon Priests, and Demon Altars were all blasted into pieces, utterly shattered.
Reinforcents from Colossus City have arrived.
First, it was a dinsional strike on equipnt.
Now it’s a dinsional strike on troop types.
Those Gnolls on the ground are indeed very weak, let alone Jackalweres, even those Hyenas can chase them around the globe.
But in the air, even a thrown stone could kill soone, not to ntion explosive weapons with strong acidic corrosion.
It’s especially effective at devastating what little morale the enemy has left.
The Jackalwere Battalion, originally hoping the summoned Demon Army would lead them in a full counterattack, completely collapsed.
Defeat spread like a landslide.
All over are the fleeing figures of Jackalweres.
"We only kill Jackalweres and Ghouls. As long as you cooperate with us to attack Jackalweres and Ghouls, we will not hold grudges against you. One Jackalwere skull grants immunity from death penalty, two grant military rit..."
Those Hobgoblins charge forward while shouting loudly.
This amnesty order, in the situation that the enemy has completely collapsed, is especially effective.
Most Monster Tribes follow the Jackalwere Queen into battle purely out of fear of her great strength and brutality.
Many hold hatred towards her rather than loyalty.
Now, with their lives threatened, there is no psychological burden in turning against the Jackalweres.
More accurately, they are even more ruthless than Hobgoblins, because it concerns their own survival.
Many fought among their kin for a single Jackalwere skull.
The Hobgoblins led by the Blood Oath Warlord ignore them, only rumbling forward, eventually encircling the main force around the Jackalwere Queen with the six legion main forces.
This Jackalwere army numbers only ten thousand, but it is the core and essence of the Jackalwere Queen, her greatest reliance.
These Jackalweres are as ferocious as they can be, more Abyssal than even Abyssal Jackalweres.
Either full of beastliness, or covered entirely with bone spikes.
They have one thing in common: their body type is large, at least three ters in height, reaching the category of large body type, and many have surpassed five ters, reaching the super large body type category.
This situation arises not only because of special Laws of the Giant Plains but also because they truly possess the bloodline of the God of Jackalweres, Yenogu.
With dual blessings, this is the current situation.
"If you want to see dead, you’ll need to pay with your blood." The Jackalwere Queen lets out a mad howl, "Attack, attack them all, tear them apart, in the na of Jackalweres King Yenogu!"
Even when trapped in a desperate situation, the Jackalwere Queen does not change her ferocious nature, and instead orders attack, not retreat.
She herself charged forward at once, her body swelling visibly and growing as she charged, her eyes bloodshot and red.
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