Chapter 105: The Arrival of the Allied Forces
Another effortless victory.
Facing an enemy already dazed in battle, Alje would never miss such an opportunity—but he felt no satisfaction in killing. Even his Dragonvein Eagle let out a low, mournful cry.
Alje gazed down at the spot where Neli had fallen, his voice calm and detached.
“I told you, Igler. Each serves their own side. The Alje you once knew is already dead.”
“Neli… she should have understood that.”
Not a single moment of mourning for his old friend—no, the one he had just slain—Alje turned his Giant Eagle back toward the battlefield.
“Igler, keep fighting.”
Yet this small skirmish was nearing its end. Against the seasoned Eagle Guard, these greenhorn Dragon Riders were fighting with even greater ease, dominating the field with crushing superiority.
“Watch my Grilling Technique!”
“Triple kill!”
“Going wild! Going wild!”
“Don’t steal my kills—I’m gonna max out my Contribution Points today!”
The Two-Headed Dragon paid no mind to the Eagle Guard’s encircling formation, simply unleashing a torrent of fire at its target. Several Eagle Guards turned to charcoal mid-flight, plummeting to the ground.
No tactics. No feints. No probing. The Players didn’t care. If an Eagle Guard dared to retaliate, they’d charge straight through, burning until the enemy could no longer fight.
Tactics? That was just talk. When the real fight started, who remembered them? Everyone just charged in blindly.
And what if someone tried to sneak up from behind?
The Players didn’t hesitate—even if it meant turning their backs on the front line, risking being flanked—they’d twist their heads around and bite the offending scoundrel into oblivion.
Even more terrifying was the fact that their natural scales rendered arrows from behind utterly ineffective—like tickling.
This brutal, reckless style left the Eagle Guard utterly unprepared. What was this fighting style? It wasn’t taught in any drill manual.
With Neli’s death, the Northwind Eagle Guard had lost all direction. Trapped between opponents who couldn’t be beaten and couldn’t be escaped, the battle quickly devolved into a one-sided chase.
“Keep pursuing! Keep chasing!”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Bandits, don’t run!”
Stuffed Bun rode his Two-Headed Dragon, Noodles, leading the charge. Clamped tightly under his arm was a five-meter-long lance, its tip already smeared with dried blood—longing for the next enemy’s life.
Seeing the Eagle Guard ahead growing ever farther, his obsession with securing Contribution Points drove him to act. He activated his skill instantly.
【Dragon Roar Charge!】
“ROOOOAR—!”
The Half-Dragon Knight and his Two-Headed Dragon roared in unison. Their combined bellow resonated with such power that even the distant Giant Eagle trembled—its instincts flaring in terror. Speed dropped sharply. Wings wobbled, struggling to maintain flight.
“Hah! Die, you bastard!”
“Five hundred Contribution Points—I’m getting them!”
Stuffed Bun laughed maniacally, diving down with his lance aimed straight at the enemy’s back, ready to pierce, ready to drink blood—
“Swoosh!”
A single arrow sliced past him, striking the Eagle Guard square in the back of the head. The force was so great that the arrow punched through the forehead and emerged from the eye socket.
The Eagle Guard tumbled from the Giant Eagle’s back.
Stuffed Bun didn’t get the points he’d expected. His triumphant grin froze, then cracked.
His face flushed with rage. He screamed into the sky, furious.
“Hardcore Player! Why steal my kill?! My five hundred Contribution Points—what the hell?!”
A lazy voice echoed from above.
“I’m a Bow Warrior, aren’t I? What’s the point of being one if I don’t harvest kills? That guy was already mine. You just weren’t fast enough.”
“Damn it—”
“Get better at your game. You’ve barely killed a handful. I’ve already hit six thousand Contribution Points.”
“Then stop stealing my kills! I had the Dragon Roar locked in—”
“Then why did you lock it in if not to let me finish?”
“Go to hell.”
The battle ahead had become nothing short of a massacre.
Alje no longer cared about the chaos unfolding below. He’d spent enough time with these Players to know just how obsessed they were with Faction Contribution. He had no doubt they’d hunt down every last one of their prey.
His real focus? The arrival of the Allied Forces.
“These fools are making too much noise. Too exposed.”
“Igler, let’s scout ahead ourselves.”
He spoke to his Dragonvein Eagle. Years of partnership had made them nearly telepathic—just a thought, and the beast understood.
While the Players chased points and bragged over kills, Alje slipped away on his Giant Eagle, unseen.
“At last…”
He soared over mountain after mountain until, at last, the target came into view—too obvious to miss.
There, in the vast wilderness, marched an army of staggering scale—tens of thousands, moving like a mottled current across the land. Among them, soldiers clad in Iron Armor gripped Long Spears. Horses whinnied. Infantry and Cavalry marched side by side. Spear tips flashed under the sunlight. Heavy Wagons, wrapped in thick cloth, rolled silently—what they carried remained unknown.
At the center of the formation, several banners flew high.
The foremost was a gray eagle—Northwind Eagle, the symbol of the Lakanman Family. Behind it trailed the banners of the Northland Lion Bosk and the Double-Headed Eagle Nuo Te. Scattered among them were countless other war banners—proof of noble lords from across the region.
Beyond the soldiers, countless Civilian Laborers marched alongside—carrying burdens, guiding Wagons, transporting supplies. Peasant Laborers bent under the weight of grain, their bodies gaunt and hollow, still starving despite their toil.
Above, Giant Eagles circled, scanning the skies for danger.
Their uniforms were easy to distinguish: Lakanman’s military garb was deep Charcoal Black; Bosk wore Deep Blue; Nuo Te favored Ochre Yellow—earthy tones of the land.
And in this sea of movement, gray dominated.
The entire Northern Union Kingdom, made up of twelve nations, barely numbered a million souls. Even the capital of the Duchy of Lakanman, Northwind Keep, was only a city of thirty thousand.
Yet now, the Lakanman Family had poured nearly twenty thousand troops into the field—pouring all resources—determined to crush Ashen Nest once and for all.
Alje stared at the imposing army, murmuring to himself.
“The Allied Forces of the Northern Regions… three nations united.”
“They’ve really come.”
“Anzeta… it’s been decades since we’ve seen a war this grand…”
“Must return at once to report to my master.”
With that, Alje urged his Dragonvein Eagle into a swift, silent descent, slicing through the mountains like a shadow, racing toward Dragon Vale.
(End of Chapter)
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