Zither Emperor Chapter 363 110 Five Hundred VS Five Thousand Part 2_1

363: 110 Five Hundred VS Five Thousand (Part 2)_1 363: 110 Five Hundred VS Five Thousand (Part 2)_1 Kent shook his head, “It’s hard to say, but judging by the area covered by the magic, there should be quite a number of mages on the other side.

However, their strength shouldn’t be too great, given they’re only using the basic Fireball Technique.” They had only seen the fireball explosions, but in their urgency, how could they discern the level of the fireballs?

Very quickly, Ye Yinzhu had led the Heavy Sword Warriors and mages back to the summit, meeting up with Oliveira.

Oliveira had naturally seen the fire at the foot of the mountain earlier, “Yin Zhu, what’s the situation?”

Ye Yinzhu replied, “For now, they can’t rush up here, and it’s hard to estimate casualties.

But the Wolf Riders from the Mixed Legion haven’t e up the mountain, only the ordinary people did.

After the ordeal of rolling wood and the great fire, their bat effectiveness must have been promised.

We’ll hold our ground here and wait for them to attack the mountain before we counterattack.

By that time, as long as the mages play their full role, the enemy won’t even have the chance to retreat.” With the offensive power of fifty Grand Archmages, they didn’t find the battle of 500 against 5,000 difficult to handle.

Margri and his Mixed Legion ascended the mountain faster than Ye Yinzhu had anticipated.

The fire was still burning, but the Lion Man’s Royal Guard, under Margri’s leadership, had cleared a path wide enough for the Beastman Army to pass through.

They were now rapidly climbing the mountain, rushing towards the direction of Ye Yinzhu and his forces.

It had to be admitted, the Leopard People and Ape Men moved extremely quickly.

Although many of their fur coats were scorched to a black crisp, their momentum in the charge remained fierce.

“Form up,” Oliveira shouted.

Four hundred and fifty warriors, with two hundred and fifty Heavy Sword Warriors in front and two hundred Lance Warriors behind, clad in neat armor, stood atop the summit, waiting from a higher position for the enemy’s assault.

Ye Yinzhu stood behind the warriors; he did not join the front lines to block the enemy.

The fifty mages were the ones he had to mand.

“Prepare the biggest spells you can use, but don’t overextend your mana.

Start preparing now and wait for my mand to unleash them together, delivering a massive attack on the enemy,” he instructed.

“Yes,” the mages answered in unison.

The fluctuation of Fire Magic Elements in the air became significantly more intense.

Ye Yinzhu stood on a large rock at the mountain peak, overlooking the Beastmen rushing up.

From afar, he had spotted the trace of the hundred of Lion Man Guards.

The Lion Men, typically over three meters tall and surrounding a particularly brawny Lion Man Warrior clad in armor, were following one small-statured Beastman of an unknown race.

He was brandishing a Heavy Sword available only in the Human World, manding the Beastman Mixed Legion to charge up the mountain.

Without question, this armored Lion Man, a rarity in the Beastman’s World, was the leader of the Mixed Legion before them.

Ye Yinzhu, perched high above, sat down carefully and, as a precaution, took out the God-rank waterfall chain Zither.

The Beastmen were drawing ever closer to the mountain summit, but he had yet to issue the mand for the magic attack.

The climbing Beastmen were advancing quickly with a rather dispersed formation; launching a magic attack at this moment wouldn’t impact many of them.

It was only when the fighting menced between the Beastmen Mixed Corps and the defending troops at the summit, leading to a more condensed formation, that the magic attack would have its greatest effect.

With a slight smile, Ye Yinzhu’s eyes revealed a tender glint.

Although the battle had not yet begun, in his heart, he was already confident of victory.

He suddenly found the feeling of manipulating the battlefield and making on-the-fly responses was quite pleasant—the life and death of the enemy, the strength of his own side, all under his control.

The quickest Beastmen finally reached the top—the Leopard People, with at least a hundred brawny figures rushing toward the Milan Warriors.

The bodies of the Leopard People were not as robust as those of the Lion Men and Ape Men, but their speed was inparably fast; their weapons were their sharp claws.

The Three Hundred Grim Reapers, under Ye Hongyan’s mand, moved in perfect unison: the Lance Warriors held their lances horizontally, while the Heavy Sword Warriors raised their Heavy Swords high.

Oliveira’s mand to the additional one hundred and fifty warriors was simple: do as the Three Hundred Grim Reapers do.

How could these rookies who had just been exposed to war have the same battlefield experience as the Grim Reapers, hardened by blood and iron?

Now was the best time to learn.

Therefore, as the Grim Reapers lifted their swords, the one hundred fifty Green rank Earth Warriors also raised their Heavy Swords high—though a beat slower, they did it in unison.

As the hundred or so Beastmen charged up, their claws gleaming in the sunlight, “Kill—” Ye Hongyan roared.

The Heavy Sword Warriors swung their one and a half meter long, eight-inch wide Heavy Swords.

With each swing of this no-mercy strike from the Grim Reapers, two lances shot out like lightning from their sides, covering any weakness in their attack like venomous snakes.

The precise strikes left no chance for the enemy to dodge, and sprays of blood instantly blossomed in front of the Grim Reapers.

pared to them, the Green rank Warriors on the other side had a rougher time.

Although their Douqi was stronger, they lacked the Grim Reapers’ unstoppable momentum without the support of the Lance Warriors.

Their swings were powerful enough to take down or wound many Leopard People, but a few managed to dodge through the gaps and, exploiting their speed, broke into their ranks.

Magri issued only one mand to the Leopard People: use their speed to break into the ranks of the Milan Warriors and kill as many mages as possible.

Only a dozen or so Leopard People could use their speed to get past the Milan Warriors’ blockade.

As they entered behind the lines, they instantly spotted the fifty mages preparing their magic.

Beastmen are naturally belligerent, and the Leopard People pounced on the mages with a sudden, powerful burst.

Given the fragile nature of the mages’ bodies, any close contact would be devastating.

Oliveira had already turned around.

He knew very well that with the strength of the one hundred and fifty warriors he led, it should have been impossible to let the Leopard People break through, even if they were somewhat faster.

But a bination of lack of experience and psychological issues at the face of the enemy meant that his troops did not perform to their full capabilities.

Mages were the most precious assets, and now, not only had the other warriors failed to react in time, even a Blue rank powerhouse like Oliveira found it impossible to turn back to help.

At that moment, faint dark yellow shadows, as if ing from hell itself, passed over the Leopard People amidst a deep humming sound, as if they had eyes, and in an instant, skimmed past the dozen or so Leopard People.

The bodies of the Leopard People, still charging forward, almost froze in place instantly—unfortunately, they would never get the chance to attack the mages again.

Blood spattered in all directions, coating the warriors, and even more so, dripping onto the mages’ robes and faces.

It was hot and reeked of the stench of blood.

At this time, the faces of the mages had already turned somewhat pale.

Just a moment ago, many of them were prepared to release instant magic to meet the Leopard People’s charge.

“Obeying orders is the first duty of a soldier.

What should you do?” Ye Yinzhu’s ice-cold and deadly voice rang in the ears of every mage.

The intimidating voice, imbued with the effects of Spiritual Magic, immediately pulled the mages out of their surprise and fear.

Ye Yinzhu’s gaze met Oliveira’s in the sky, “I’ve got the rear.

Hold the enemy with all your might.”

Oliveira did not say much, but the power Ye Yinzhu demonstrated by instantly killing a dozen Leopard People sent a huge wave crashing through his heart.

He always thought that Ye Yinzhu, though talented as a Divine Music Master, was still less powerful than himself.

But now, seeing Ye Yinzhu’s strength and his method of long-distance, precise elimination of enemies, Oliveira realized he could not pare.

In fact, even Ye Yinzhu himself was somewhat surprised.

Just now, his control of the Sound Blade was extremely precise, without a single deviation.

The second wave of Sound Blades he had prepared to launch was no longer necessary.

This was the control of spiritual power; although these days casting the Divine Music Halo had taken a significant toll on him, the benefits were also substantial.

As the first wave of Leopard People’s charge failed, more and more Beastmen were already pouring in.

There were not only the swift Leopard People but also the strong Ape Men.

The Ape Men were not as easy to deal with as the Leopard People.

Even facing Heavy Swords, they could often resist with their powerful bodies.

As long as they were not hit in vital areas, they would not fall easily.

The four hundred and fifty Milan Warriors were now under ever-increasing pressure.

No longer holding back their Douqi, yellow and green, two distinct colors, appeared on their weapons and armor.

With the release of Douqi, they forcefully resisted the strong charge of the Mixed Beastman Corps, standing their ground without retreating an inch.

Any Beastman that slipped through the ranks and charged into their formation was immediately destroyed by Ye Yinzhu’s Sound Blade.

The five thousand Beastman Warriors, excluding those who had died in the barrage of Rolling Woods and the Fireball Technique, had now surrounded the mountaintop, pressing Ye Yinzhu’s warriors at the summit and attacking furiously.

Margri and Kent stood below, calmly observing the battlefield under the protection of a hundred Lion Man Guards.

Margri’s face was growing uglier by the minute.

Five thousand against five hundred, this should have been a match with no suspense, but now Margri found that his elite warriors were simply unable to inflict damage on the opposition.

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Struggle was inevitable; how would they tide over this crisis?

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