Chapter 312.1: part 1
The biting cold may be strong today, but its nowhere close to being strong enough to sniff out their pent-up desire for revenge. That blasted mountain, the insurmountable barrier sealing us off is just up ahead. Now, it's nothing but a pile of rubble! We must destroy these giant lizards once and for all!! For us, for our ancestors, for our future!
Mutually of one in this idea, the screaming roars from the banished races and their clanking weapons was, in essence, their battle cry. Nevertheless, a sound signature was still in order. Following the drumming of the colossal instruments hanging off of the behemoths neck again, the first wave of assault by the beastmen has begun.
They varied greatly even among their own kind. Claws and fangs, matched that with their stout bodies, it's no different from confronting a nightmare. But their armaments on the other hand left a lot to be desired for though. New and old, it's unsure how many years it has been since some of these supposed armors or weapons were forged. But one thing's certain, anyone would a clean sight could literally see the rust eating through the sheets of metal use to create these things. Even so, it doesn't change the fact that those bulging muscles are more than capable in pummeling their opponents to the ground.
At first the tens of thousands of warring creatures only moved in slow strides, then it got faster, and faster, and faster until it became a sprinting run.
Duh~
Duhhh~
Duhhhhh~
Their feet were crushing, destroying the gravels and ice under their legs as the earth shook. This was the forbidden ground, the land which barred their ancestors for all ages from returning. But now, alas, they are here, they have returned to take what's theirs, the very home that was ripped from their hands so long ago.
Naturally the dragons are well aware of how these sinners fought since they've been at it for a whole lifetime. So, the dragon patriarch and his children knew it was time for battle as well in light of the contempt in their eyes.
Humph, it's been thousands of years already and these foolish sinners still don't learn! The dragon chief raises his head high and bellowed out a draconic laugh that rumbled everything in his near vicinity.
Following the signal from their leader, one of the biggest and strongest black dragons among their rank had started to move as well. Swooping down from the air, this huge massive being was none other than the "Strongest Warrior" whom Du Wei toyed with using his math trick back then. He may not be all that capable when it came to using draconian magic, but his physical strength was unequaled aside from the dragon chief. Therefore, the fact that this leading figure would lead the charge gave courage for the rest in these times of crisis.
In no time at all, a charging "V" shape formation comprised of dozens of black dragons had formed. Their target, the army that's charging at them from the ground.
The beastmen are no cowards by any means. In fact, this race was known for their courage, though adamantly lacking in intelligence in some areas, they are nevertheless strong individuals who won't back down in front of the enemy. Unfortunately, their opponents today are dragons, a superior race in every manner of the word. As much as their spirit wanted to hold strong against those resounding roars from above, the biological laws presiding over the different races are stronger and left them wavering.
Yes, that's right, this was fear they are sensing. The fear of the "dragon's howl", a canal that could not be overcome by mere courage. And without surprise, what ensued next was pure carnage.
Burning everything in their wake, the black flames of the dragons incinerated everything at the forefront, leaving not even ashes behind at the intense heat. As for the unlucky ones who took the lesser brunt of that force in the background, they could only wail in agony as the intense heat slowly took them. It's a cruel way to go for any being, and for a while, all anyone could hear or see were black masses of burning pillars fleeing in all direction while the looming death swooped in and out like bombarding airplanes.
The tide definitely fell in favor of the dragons right now. However, no matter how strong these lizards are, they are few in number and are destined to fatigue. But what about the beastmen? They are thousands strong, legion even. The first wave may be decimated beyond reckoning, but there are the second, the third, and many more waves to come. A few dozen black dragons won't have an easy time destroying them all. And sure enough, after a long and exhausting aerial slaughter, the proud warriors of the dragons are finally out of breath and must resort to physical attacks with their claws next.
This definitely opened up a way for the beastmen to attack since not all of them are so weak. Pity for these brave souls though, their brethren's have long lost the will to fight. While most were fleeing back to the main body, only these select few were willing to put up a fight to no avail. A team of well-organized black dragons are more than a match for a solo beastkin, that much was obvious in how quickly they were slaughtered.
Taking in this battle scene from above, the dragon chief huffs out a cold snickering grin: "Humph, these sinners are always the same. So what if they got more people? it's pointless!"