Zither Emperor Chapter 565 Chapter 177 Blowing Wind and Trampling Part 1_1

565: Chapter 177 Blowing Wind and Trampling (Part 1)_1 565: Chapter 177 Blowing Wind and Trampling (Part 1)_1 “Good, it seems that Flore does have capable people.

This is indeed the best response.

Even I could not have done better,” Oliveira mused from afar, a faint smile on his face.

At this moment, he was perched atop his rank 8 Water Dragon, observing the battle from the sky.

There was nothing more delightful than manding from above.

Oliveira had a perfect chance to intercept Adrian earlier.

With his strength, he would have been no less formidable than Adrian.

However, he did not act, choosing instead to leave this opportunity for Ye Hongyan to avenge himself.

Before Ye Yinzhu left, he had instructed Oliveira on two things.

One was the coordination of different troop types.

Though the elite troops sent by Qin City appeared numerous and not like a cohesive whole, Ye Yinzhu had assured him that such a mix, if utilized properly—allowing each race to exert their true battle strength—would be far more terrifying than one vast, bined force.

The other point was that Oliveira must remain calm at all times.

He was a mander, not a warrior, and unless it was a critical moment of survival, he had to direct the battle from the most objective standpoint.

Thus, Oliveira was now aloft, watching as War Behemoth Glacis led the Legion of Behemoth Beasts ever closer to the enemy forces.

He gently patted his mount, the Water Dragon.

From the air, one could clearly see that while Behemoth Beasts and War Behemoth Glacis were incredibly large, they were up against a force of 25,000 Buddha Soldiers—a difference in number amounting to hundreds of times.

In such a scenario, attempting to contend with the enemy head-on would be unwise.

The aim of the mander of Flore was to surround Glacis and his forces, and then to wear down these powerful warriors with their numerical superiority.

Regrettably, the Flore Imperial Guard mander was unaware that all his moves were being watched by Oliveira from the sky.

A bright water globe flew from the distance and burst in the air, creating a pale blue mist that looked magical.

However, the batants about to engage were too preoccupied to notice, for their adversaries were already within striking distance.

Just then, a forest suddenly appeared in the sky, formed by five hundred lances.

Almost immediately, those lances landed in front of the Flore Heavy-Armored Cavalry.

The Heavy-Armored Cavalry’s defensive power was indeed formidable.

Despite the sharpness and strength of the lances, the Heavy-Armored Cavalry proved to be their natural counter.

Amidst a series of loud thuds, numerous shields on the left arms of the cavalry shattered against the lances, yet, only a few dozen of the Heavy-Armored Cavalry actually fell.

In midair, Oliveira sat on the back of the Water Dragon with a faint smile on his face.

He knew his mission was now acplished.

Indeed, the five hundred lances did not bring about the destruction of the Heavy-Armored Cavalry.

These were not ordinary javelins, but tree demon lances manifested by Tree Spirit Druids themselves.

Besides their exceptional long-range offensive power, these tree demon lances had another characteristic, and that was a simple auxiliary magic.

Amongst the Druid races, Tree Spirit Druids’ status is only slightly superior to that of Horned Hawks, far below the dominating positions held by Claw Druids and Raptor Druids.

However, the sole auxiliary magic that the Tree Spirit Druids possess is anything but simple.

Its effect is to slow down the enemy.

The Flore Heavy-Armored Cavalry at the forefront, undoubtedly the ones who faced the tree demon lance attack, found as they used their strong defenses to block the lances, and before they could feel relieved, they were horrified to discover their speed, which had been pushed nearly to the limit, suddenly slowed, plunging them into a world of slow motion.

The slowing magic of the Tree Spirit Druids could only last for ten seconds, but sometimes, ten seconds can be enough to change the entire battle on the field.

With the leading Heavy-Armored Cavalry suddenly slowing down, it spelled disaster for those behind them.

When the second line of Heavy-Armored Cavalry collided heavily with the first, the originally neat formation of Flore’s battle array instantly became chaotic.

It should be noted that the Heavy-Armored Cavalry, clad in heavy armor and their mounts equally encased in metal, were not easily stopped once they charged.

A collision among the two-thousand ranks of the five-thousand-member Heavy-Armored Cavalry, due to the slowing effect, became entangled at high speed, immediately throwing their charge into disarray.

Meanwhile, directly opposite were War Behemoth Glacis and the Behemoth Beasts, whose charge had already reached peak velocity.

Imagine when both sides charge simultaneously, one suddenly bees powerless midway, while the other remains exceptionally firm; what would be the oute of such a bayonet clash?

Especially when the firm side wields such an enormous guy at its sharpest point!

Glacis couldn’t care less about what lay before him; he never knew what evasion meant.

He charged into the disorganized enemy camp like a huge bulldozer, callously breaking into the Heavy Cavalry’s formation.

Boom— the ten or so Heavy Cavalry who fell to the ground but didn’t die due to their Armor defense were instantly sent flying by Glacis’s collision, never truly understanding how terrifying a War Behemoth’s charge could be unless faced head-on.

Insanity—that could only be described as madness.

No one could make Glacis even pause for a half beat; in the next moment, his massive body had forcefully broken into the Heavy Cavalry camp.

The Divine Beast’s aura burst forth in an instant, causing the five thousand Heavy Cavalry mounts to scream in unison, surging forward and retreating in plete chaos.

In no time, countless Heavy Cavalry lost their lives under Glacis’s trampling.

However, it was this very chaos that inadvertently gave the people of Flore a significant advantage.

Glacis’s charge was indeed fierce, but he was facing the Flore’s Army, which numbered over twenty-five thousand.

With the paralyzed mounts of the Heavy Cavalry sprawled on the ground, along with the heavily armored Heavy Cavalry, Glacis could initially press forward with momentum, but soon, his colossal body seemed to have sunk into a quagmire, and his speed noticeably decreased.

The same was true for the Legion of Behemoth Beasts, which had charged into this chaotic battleground.

Although they slaughtered unabated for a time, they too became mired in the confusion.

In mid-air, Oliveira frowned deeply.

How had things suddenly turned out this way?

The chaos in Flore’s Army actually had such an effect.

Although he was an excellent mander, the battlefield is always subject to rapid changes, and he couldn’t fully grasp every twist and turn.

Instantly, he found himself at a loss as to how to resolve the present chaos.

The Flore Army’s numbers were simply too overwhelming.

In this chaotic situation, even if the Grim Reaper Dragon Wolf Cavalry charged forward, they would likely fall into disarray as well.

If they suffered any damage, how would he explain it to Ye Yinzhu?

The Tree Spirit Druids’ thrown spears were good, but now, with friends and foes indistinguishable, injuring the Behemoth Beasts with their spears would be counterproductive.

In such chaos, Oliveira could only choose to observe and hope that the Legion of Behemoth Beasts could break through with their own might.

Meanwhile, due to the shift in the situation, he immediately sent orders for another unit that had been ready to reinforce at any moment to quickly join him.

The lingering chaos also caught the mander of Flore by surprise, but seeing Glacis and the Behemoth Beasts trapped within his camp—despite their frenzied slaughtering—filled the Flore Imperial Guard mander with joy.

Based on past experiences dealing with Behemoth Beasts, surrounding and annihilating them seemed to be the best approach.

Therefore, the mander immediately issued orders.

He didn’t concern himself with those troops entangled with the War Behemoth and Behemoth Beasts; instead, he started organizing forces from the rear.

His mand was ruthless, ignoring any cost to attack the legs of the Behemoth Beasts and War Behemoth.

No matter how strong you are, an injury to the legs means a reduction in power.

If he could annihilate all the Behemoth Beasts here, it would be a grand achievement for him.

Just as the mander dreamed of his impending glory, a smile reappeared on Oliveira’s face up in the sky, for he had thought of an excellent course of action.

“Raptor Druids, blow those Behemoth Beasts up for me.”

At Oliveira’s mand, the three hundred gathered Raptor Druids behind him instantly sprang into action.

At that moment, they had all transformed into large birds.

On Oliveira’s order, they glided down, reaching the edge of the battlefield within the blink of an eye.

To protect these Raptor Druids, five hundred Tree Spirit Druids rushed forward, positioning themselves in front of them.

The leading hundred Raptor Druids glowed green, each wielding a short-handled wooden staff.

Without any chanting, in the next instant, the Wind element in the air changed.

(To be continued.

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