730: Chapter 511: The First Battle is the Decisive Battle_3 730: Chapter 511: The First Battle is the Decisive Battle_3 “Indeed.”
“This is the most reasonable arrangent.”
Everyone agreed with the tactic.
Gaven’s gaze swept over those present and said, “The remaining issue is the selection of personnel.
The Goliath Battle Group and the Hobgoblin Giant Battalions must join the fight.
I wonder if Ms.
Kellysha and Blood Claw General have any objections?”
Those who go deep into the enemy’s army must be from the Transcendent Battle Group, ordinary soldiers entering would be sending them to their death.
A regular Troll possesses seven or eight innate Life Dice, just one step away from being a Transcendent, and that’s without considering the even more powerful Noble Giant Troll, a true Transcendent being with well over ten Life Dice, along with their terrifying size ordinary soldiers would doubtlessly be killed with a single swipe.
Even for the Goliath Battle Group and the Hobgoblin Giant Battalions, this mission was extrely perilous.
Regardless of success or failure, the casualties would be exceedingly heavy.
“If such a mission doesn’t involve us, our journey here would be aningless,” Kellysha said, her eyes afla with the fires of war, “The mountain warriors are willing to go.”
“We are ready to fight for the Lord,” Blood Claw stated without any hesitation, “but I’m not sure how many people Lord Zalanda can take with him?
Do I need to draw from the infantry to bring in Elites?”
All teleportation has its limits.
Together, the Goliath Battle Group and the Hobgoblin Giant Battalions amounted to over one hundred and fifty individuals—a considerable number for teleporation, especially given the fact that Hobgoblin Giants are now quite large in size.
Before Zalanda could speak, Gaven answered, “Teleporting these two battalions should not be a problem, and we won’t need to pull Elites from the infantry.
Until we destroy the Demon Altar, the summoning of the demon army will not cease.
Defense pressures here will remain high; we must ensure that these demons cannot break through.
Should the assault fail, we will then attempt to coordinate strikes with the cavalry to utterly defeat the Troll Warband and then turn to destroy the Demon Altar.”
“I’m willing to undertake this mission.”
“I am willing as well.”
General Kopofiel and Veranika both volunteered simultaneously.
“This is a coordinated operation on three fronts; we cannot concentrate everyone on a single front,” Gaven said, shaking his head in refusal, “General Kopofiel, your task is here, arranging support for those migrants to endure the pressure and hold off the demon forces.
Veranika, Chief of Staff, you ride Luna and take charge of commanding the three cavalry units to strike at the right mont.”
“This task should be left to the Lord…” Veranika hastily said.
“No more arguing.
On the battlefield of the raid, I have advantages you do not.
Now, let’s synchronize our timing.
In half an hour, we will launch our counterattack.
Make sure that the front you are responsible for keeps up,” Gaven said as he pulled out a pocket watch from his chest and began synchronizing ti with the other generals.
In Felen, clocks existed, especially the clocks from Winterless City, renowned for their aesthetic and unique sitting water clocks, the grand church clocks hanging in the cathedrals, and the small pocket watches and wristwatches.
But this was a burgeoning industry, with limited reach; most places still followed a lifestyle of working from sunrise to resting at sunset.
Accustod to always having precise ti, Gaven not only bought a pocket watch but also equipped his high-ranking generals with one.
Expensive as it was, it still couldn’t compare to magical items—a pocket watch cost about the sa as a Heavy Warhorse.
On the battlefield, where every second counts, in coordinated operations, it proved incredibly useful, and its effects far outstripped those of any Heavy Warhorse.
After synchronizing the ti, Veranika imdiately took to the skies on her Half-Moon Colt.
No sooner had she started to move than a dozen bizarre-looking demons with wings erged from the blood mist, attempting to intercept them.
These demons had bodies like flies, but wings like dragonflies and proboscises like mosquitoes.
No one doubted their lethality; if they managed to strike, they certainly wouldn’t simply leave a large hole but were likely to tear a person in half.
They were as large as Trolls, with rapidly vibrating wings that emitted an irritating, horrifying buzz.
This sound was an annoyance even from a distance, and would be a disaster if they got close.
Their buzzing was undoubtedly a magical effect, akin to an unsettling disorientation, but it was even more perverse, capable of rendering those with weaker Constitution unconscious.
They were Transcendent Cassie Demons, nad for the noise they made while flying, a transcedent demon species adept at aerial combat.
Seeing them, the leadership of the migrating forces could not help but frown deeply.
Not just because of their difficulty to deal with but also as a sign, indicating that the Demon Veil had beco strong enough to allow these Transcendent demons to start crossing over in groups.
The speed was simply too fast; if it continued at this rate, it wouldn’t be long before they had to face terrifying Legendary Demons like Balor Fla Demons and Six-ard Snake Demons.
Just one or two of these Legendary Demons could have a catastrophic impact on the entire battlefield—they not only possessed imnse individual combat power but also typically had Short-Distance Teleportation abilities, moving unpredictably and rendering joint defenses ineffective, appearing directly in their core hinterlands.
“We can’t wait for the cavalry anymore.
We only considered the Troll threat but forgot about the growth rate of the Demon Altar.
The longer we delay, the higher-end the demons teleported from the Demon Altar will be, and the greater the resistance we’ll face in stopping them.
As soon as we’re ready over here, we’ll launch our counterattack.
Veranika should know what to do once she sees the Revenge Storm,” Gaven quickly adjusted the battle plan.
They couldn’t afford to wait half an hour.
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