Chapter 340: The Decisive Force on the Battlefield
Yaya, with her lone draconic might, suppressed thousands of wolf-rider units.
It wasn't that her combat power alone matched the wolves' numbers; her advantages lay elsewhere.
Yaya's ability to fly effortlessly negated the wolf riders' prized mobility.
Her formidable defense allowed her to ignore their attacks for short periods.
Yaya consistently identified wolf-rider commanders, coordinating with Matthew's fireball strikes for precise kills.
Paired with agile rogues and cavalry units, sweeping up demoralized wolf-rider scouts became a simple moneymaking activity.
Exceptional individual power can turn the tide of a battlefield!
With their operational range continually compressed, the wolf-riders faced an unsolvable challenge in Yaya.
Leveraging the opening Yaya created, the adventurers set ambushes around the Blackstone orcs.
They used discounted portable adventurer shelters to hide amidst bushes, treetops, and rocky outcrops.
Adopting Bay Territory's preference for daytime hiding and nocturnal assaults, they lay in wait.
Numerous adventurer squads crept ever closer to the Blackstone orc camp.
"A dragon? Damn it!"
Black Blackstone didn't doubt the scouts' reports; the lack of reconnaissance was already troubling him.
He knew that failing to break through Blood Moon City's defenses and complete the deity's "task" would doom his army of over 100,000.
Completing the deity's "task" would enhance his clan standing and grant him greater prestige.
However, if it became unfeasible, he wouldn't waste a decade of effort.
"Hopefully, the Iron Skulls can hold longer. The Netheril Empire isn't what it once was."
Black had seen a floating city—a power the orcs couldn't match no matter how hard they tried.
It was the appearance of the floating city that had confined the orcs to the savage highlands for decades.
Their territory hadn't expanded in years!
Yet, their numbers grew, their prey dwindled, and competition intensified.
Black knew that without change, even the Netheril Empire could easily suppress them.
In fact, the Carl Plains and the eastern provinces were territories the Netheril Empire had taken from the orcs.
Forced to migrate, the orcs had retreated to the savage highlands, struggling to survive in that harsh environment.
"Hah, the deity's task must be completed, or the orcs will only fall into endless internal strife."
Resolving to give his all in the upcoming battle, Black dismissed concerns over the dragon and Bay Territory.
He deemed them nuisances at best, irrelevant to the broader situation.
For now, Black's judgment seemed correct.
Matthew, Yaya, and the adventurers had suppressed the orc scouts but couldn't advance further.
The orcs' makeshift camp, though rudimentary, posed a threat far beyond Matthew's limited forces.
"Step two, fire attack!"
Matthew and his forces advanced to about 1 kilometer from the orc camp.
Unable to get closer, Matthew decided to maximize Yaya's impact.
On the second night of Bay Territory's involvement,
Matthew unleashed waves of alchemical fire oil from the sky.
The sound of shattering containers was followed by a deafening roar.
Fireballs ignited dozens of kilograms of alchemical fire oil, scattering flames across the camp.
The searing blaze spread like fiery serpents, engulfing the orc camp.
After setting the third fire, Yaya alerted Matthew, "Yah, enemies approaching!"
Hundreds of chimeras, roaring and snarling, charged toward them.
Reacting swiftly, Matthew unleashed two fireballs, injuring the leading two chimeras.
They crashed to the ground with shrill cries, their orc riders already crushed.
The remaining chimeras, emboldened by their riders, surged toward Matthew and Yaya.
But clever Yaya wouldn't risk being swarmed—she soared higher with a flap of her wings.
Matthew cast multiple spells on Yaya, including Haste, Strength, Mana Shield, and Acid Shield.
Sitting back, Matthew watched Yaya engage the chimeras in a deadly aerial dance.
Having recently ended her hibernation, Yaya's strength had further improved.
Her challenge level now reached 17+,
a benchmark most extraordinary magical creatures couldn't achieve.
In mere moments, she could snap the neck of a chimera smaller than her by a third.
The chimeras' attacks barely scratched her sturdy scales, causing only minor discomfort.
With superior mobility and destructive power, Yaya effortlessly harried the chimeras.
Within seconds, five or six chimeras fell from the sky, slain by Yaya.
The orc riders tossing spears could only watch helplessly as Yaya suppressed hundreds of chimeras.
They couldn't reach her, couldn't outpace her, and couldn't hurt her.
For them, this battle was sheer frustration!
After losing over thirty chimeras, they had no choice but to retreat.
There was no defeating a fully matured true dragon of extraordinary rank!
Once the threat was neutralized, Yaya gleefully resumed her role as an airborne bombardier.
Wave after wave of fire ignited within the orc camp,
with the alchemical fire oil's intense flames consuming tents almost instantly.
As the inferno consumed nearly a tenth of the camp,
Matthew couldn't help but wonder, "Are the orcs just going to give up? That doesn't seem right…"
At that moment, a guttural, piercing roar echoed from below.
A massive chimera, twice the size of the others, surged toward Matthew and Yaya.
On its back, a towering orc warlord glared menacingly at Matthew.
Behind it, glowing red chimeras began converging on their position.
"What's this? Did they go back for buffs?"
Matthew smirked, unbothered, as he braced for the next phase of the fight.
Today, Yaya would get a chance to fully adapt to her newfound strength.