Chapter 388: The Regular Meets the Unorthodox
The appearance of the six-armed golems disrupted the troll army's charge, turning their ranks into a gruesome meat grinder.
The six-armed golems, with their bases unmoving, rotated their upper bodies, swinging their lethal arms in tandem.
The terrifying sword blade storm violently shredded any trolls who charged forward.
Yet, these frenzied trolls had lost all sense, and instead of retreating at the sight of such a formidable foe, they roared and charged en masse.
And then, there was nothing more.
The trolls, practically bare-chested, charged headlong into the meat grinder with nothing but their reckless courage, a move that was no different from seeking death.
Seeing the six-armed golems display such prowess, the watching Ail Elves were left wide-eyed and speechless.
Even though they had long passed the age of being easily surprised, they couldn't help but cry out in amazement.
Where did these six-armed golems come from?
"Heh, don't slack off, keep working! We're building a fortress here."
Silver-Fang was beaming with pride, almost ready to carve his credit into his face, as he happily ordered the other kobolds to continue working.
The trolls who managed to escape through the tunnels dug by the kobolds were suddenly shaken from their stupor.
It dawned on them that the kobolds' task wasn't just to help them escape.
Even their escape was merely an added bonus.
It was these kobolds who had buried those six-armed golems underground!
The Ail Elves, seeing the large pits, began to piece things together.
Still, they couldn't help but marvel at Bay Territory's tactics and style.
They had a never-ending supply of tricks, yet all of them proved effective.
Thanks to the six-armed golems' sword blade storm, the Bay soldiers didn't just hold their ground; they were able to keep advancing.
In fact, as they felled more and more trolls, the entire unit's momentum grew even stronger.
Especially Beelzebub, at the very front, was now radiating a brilliant red glow.
Blessed by unending rage, Beelzebub fought with increasing power, his twin axes swinging wide in a relentless assault.
Wherever he went, no one could stand against him.
Singlehandedly, he tore apart the trolls blocking his path.
The elite soldiers following closely behind could then easily dispatch the disoriented trolls.
Archers and crossbowmen advancing from behind continually fired volleys, softening up and weakening the enemy lines ahead.
In truth, the trolls had no coherent formation to begin with.
They were simply clustered together in chaos; without the power to break through, they could only watch the battle unfold.
The long wait made them restless.
The intensifying rage and confusion drove them to violently push forward.
Then, the agitated trolls nearly fell into complete disarray.
If it weren't for the Troll Priests realizing the situation and quickly issuing orders to calm their minds,
These brainless fools would likely have started killing each other.
At that moment, Yaya, circling above, vaguely pinpointed the location of the Troll Priests and shouted without hesitation:
"Yay! My turn now!"
With that, a dragon's roar echoed across the sky.
The palpable dragon's aura descended alongside the roaring flames of destruction.
The terrifying dragon breath instantly turned the targeted trolls into charred husks.
The overwhelming presence even quelled the bloodlust in the Gurubashi trolls, causing them to fall to the ground in fear.
Yaya's attack was perfectly aimed, cutting off the sensed Troll Priests from the main troll army.
Yaya knew that a single breath attack wouldn't kill the Troll Priests. Influenced by Matthew and having learned much from him, she firmly remembered a key battle principle:
"Never underestimate any opponent!"
Then Yaya flew back into the sky, disappearing from sight.
She was Bay Territory's sword of Damocles hanging above the enemy.
Only when needed would she strike decisively.
And when she did, it was always a fatal blow!
Watching the entire scene, Matthew ignored Annie's shocked gaze, quickly cast several communication spells, and raised his staff high, pointing it towards the battlefield several hundred meters away.
"Fourth Circle, Blizzard!"
A massive dark cloud gathered in the sky, cold gleaming ice crystals rained down.
The power-laden blizzard showcased its deadly force, instantly piercing the unguarded trolls' skulls.
Even trolls with incredible regenerative powers couldn't recover from such devastating damage, and hundreds fell instantly.
The crisp, delightful kill notification represented a vast surge of Destiny Power.
His spent mana was instantly replenished.
Matthew, masked and cloaked, repeatedly cast Blizzard under the astonished gaze of the Ail Elves.
Though Blizzard had powerful destructive force,
its range wasn't large, and the falling trajectory was predictable. Unless used in specific circumstances, it was rarely seen in use.
At this moment, the conditions were ideal—the trolls were bunched together, perfectly absorbing all the damage.
In their fury, all they could think of was chopping off enemy heads, with no thought of protecting their own.
Thus, under Matthew's control, this spell unleashed terrifying lethality.
Upgraded to Level 3, Blizzard would rain down ice spikes for five full rounds, enough to kill every troll within range.
And with Matthew's endless mana, he could continuously cast it!
Twice!
Three times!
Four times!
...
In just two or three minutes, the segment of the troll army separated by Yaya was almost entirely engulfed in Blizzard's destructive shadow.
Over four thousand trolls were killed, with countless more injured.
Elemental magic slowed the trolls' regenerative abilities significantly.
For a short time, they wouldn't recover!
One could say that Matthew had single-handedly taken down nearly half of the troll forces!
Such a crazy display left the Ail Elves' jaws hanging, and even the trolls watching from afar were shivering in fear.
And that wasn't all!
As other trolls fell, near the area affected by the Flame Strike,
several hundred towering trolls, protected by a dark red mana barrier, survived.
The ice spikes raining from the sky only rippled upon hitting the dark red barrier before shattering into tiny ice shards.
Without a doubt!
That was where the Troll Priests were!
"Haha, found you all!"
Enshrouded in a bloody red aura, Beelzebub wielded his twin axes, charging forward with a gust of bloody wind.
Archers and crossbowmen from the rear unleashed volleys to clear the way for Beelzebub's charge.
Only Elio followed closely behind Beelzebub.
Her longsword had yet to be drawn!