Everyone imdiately turned to look, but in the next instant, their expressions changed.
Just a few hundred ters away, nearly a hundred tall and robust Blue Dragonn were charging at them from the rear flank.
Behind the Dragonn was a dense and noisy swarm, with thousands of Jackal Wolfn and Kobolds approaching like an ant swarm.
The opponent clearly had preditated this attack.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to gather such a large force of Dragonman main troops.
At the sa ti, the opponent did not adopt the initial tactic of using Jackal Wolfn and Kobolds to exhaust the Ironfoot Legion’s strength but instead sent Blue Dragonn to lead a charge directly when the main battlefield was stalemated, clearly intending to achieve victory in one decisive battle!
"Quick, the last row, follow !" Centurion Krom Stonefist shouted urgently, aware of the critical situation.
Raine noticed a slight tremor in Krom’s voice for the first ti.
With Krom’s loud roar, the last row of nearly a hundred Ironfoot Legion warriors imdiately began to form ranks with their Centurion.
However, anyone could see that this ’thin’ formation of just one row of Dwarf Warriors could not possibly withstand the charge of the Blue Dragonn.
In the recent battle, it required the full effort of four entire rows of Dwarf Warriors to fend off the Blue Dragonn’s charge, not to ntion the support of three heavy crossbows.
At this mont, with the enemy coming from the rear flank, the crossbows could fire at most one shot before being destroyed by the advancing Blue Dragonn.
It’s imaginable that without a miracle, the five hundred elite of the Ironfoot Legion would be quickly overwheld and slaughtered in a pincer attack by the Blue Dragonn!
"Raine, take your girlfriend and go quickly!" Humbert shouted to Raine while moving forward to stand side by side with Centurion Krom.
As the new recruit instructor for the Ironfoot Legion, Humbert couldn’t abandon his comrades and flee, even though the battle at hand wasn’t his responsibility.
anwhile, on the other side.
Stone Guard Woron, engaged in a fierce fight with Dragon Mage Lord Aliyon, also saw this scene. With a stern expression, he said to Aliyon, "Dragonman, do you intend to provoke a full-scale war?"
Woron’s eyes, under his thick eyebrows, glanced at the rear and then back to Aliyon.
The appearance of two Transcendent-level Dragonn was already nearing a strategic-level battle.
This implied that the friction between his Mountain Dwarf Kingdom and the Blue Dragonn would escalate rapidly, potentially leading to a full war!
Of course, the most pressing issue now was how to resolve the current predicant?
The opponent had planned in advance, but their reinforcents were dozens of miles away, and it would take at least twenty minutes to arrive.
"Hehe~" Dragon Mage Lord Aliyon sneered, "Dead n don’t need to know so much. Today, Dwarf, your head will beco my trophy."
"Dragon Mage, with your power alone, I fear you cannot achieve that," Woron tightened his grip on his warhamr, responding in a deep voice while quickly contemplating.
He needed to disengage from the battle quickly.
Even if this battle was lost, he had to take as many warriors of the Ironfoot Legion back with him as possible.
In reality, it wasn’t that the Mountain Dwarf Kingdom was complacent, but rather that this level of friction had persisted for quite so ti.
Moreover, Dwarves naturally valued promises, and after their own king and the Blue Dragon leader had reached an agreent, they controlled the intensity of the friction during each encounter as much as possible.
Therefore, the sudden escalation in combat intensity from the opponent left the Dwarves sowhat unprepared.
However, in the entire battlefield, perhaps the only one whose surprise surpassed his shock was Raine.
Of course, he hoped the Dwarves would win, but clearly, the direction of the battle was not continuing as the Centurion and his own ntor had anticipated.
Suddenly, Humbert, who was standing ready, felt a hand on his shoulder. Instantly, a gentle yet imnse force moved him aside.
Astonished, Humbert looked up—
He saw his disciple Raine walking slowly yet firmly to the forefront of the hastily assembled defensive line.
"Raine, what are you doing? Get back here!" Humbert shouted urgently.
It’s common knowledge that before reaching the Extraordinary Level, an individual’s strength in a legion-level or high-intensity battle is quite insignificant.
More often than not, battles of this scale require teamwork and leveraging the power of the team.
Seeing his disciple Raine standing unmoved, Humbert wanted to say more, but suddenly, as if a lightning bolt pierced through the dark mist, he recalled Elder Grenum’s words earlier—’Your disciple is not as simple as you imagine.’
At this mont, Centurion Krom beside him furrowed his brows and said to Humbert, "What’s your disciple doing?"
"Tell him to co back quickly. Although his strength is good, he can’t withstand the Dragonn’s charge. It would be too tragic to lose soone so young here."
"Raine... isn’t impulsive," Humbert said hesitantly, still watching Raine’s back.
What?
This isn’t impulsive?
Krom widened his eyes, glancing between Humbert and Raine.
For a mont, he couldn’t understand the thoughts of this master and disciple pair.
But before he could say more, suddenly, the figure of the young man in his line of sight abruptly vanished. The opponent had charged at high speed toward the Blue Dragonn.
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