The surviving mages of the MacDonald family's mage corps, led by a seventh-level archmage, conjured a tornado, whipping up sand, dirt, and grass clippings into the sky, and blowing it towards the Riverbend soldiers.
Earl MacDonald had anticipated that the Riverbend firearms might have a longer range, but he never imagined that their rifled guns could shoot as far as his own cannons.
Fortunately, he had prepared beforehand, with the sandstorm spell specifically intended for the Riverbend firearms.
The wind and sand gradually enveloped the battlefield, and the Riverbend soldiers could barely see anything twenty meters ahead, causing them to hesitate and stop firing.
Many experienced Riverbend soldiers instinctively drew their bayonets and attached them to their gun barrels, preparing for possible close-quarters combat.
The Riverbend veterans weren't just good at shooting; their predecessors were either elite warriors or wildland hunters.
Seeing their allies lose their advantage, Akhan on the other side howled to the sky.
Five hundred werewolf warriors howled to the sky in unison.
The chilling werewolf howls suppressed the sporadic gunfire, and also suppressed the shouts of the close combat troops on both sides.
All the Southern Border soldiers couldn't help but shudder, their movements instantly stiffening.
Werewolves, nightmares of the forest! Messengers of the night!
The nightmare of all Earl MacDonald's subjects since childhood!
Earl MacDonald's territory was located on the southern foothills of the Fabardos Mountains, and the werewolves' breeding grounds were in the Fabardos Mountains, which divided the north and south borders.
For hundreds of years, the humans of Earl MacDonald's territory had been fighting against the werewolves in the Fabardos Mountains.
Although the werewolf tribes in the Fabardos Mountains had always been at an extreme disadvantage due to the constant suppression by the well-trained ironclad army and the fearless extraordinary adventurer groups of the human race, they had never been completely wiped out.
And from the perspective of ordinary subjects, werewolves were by no means the weaker party.
A werewolf descending from the mountains could slaughter a human village!
Five hundred incredibly strong werewolves, carrying double-barreled hunting rifles with slender axe blades, slowly disappeared into the sandstorm.
Several miles away from the battlefield, the Southern Border's vanguard legion was urgently turning around.
These six thousand vanguards were all Southern Border cavalry, and in order to maintain mobility, each member had two horses, with light cavalry predominating.
Thirty percent of the Southern Border light cavalry no longer used crossbows and short bows; besides a saber at their waist, they also carried three or four short-barreled firearms.
Some of these short-barreled firearms were flintlocks, some were wheellocks, some were matchlocks, and some were expensive alchemical firearms.
Once they had seen the advantages of firearms in all aspects, the cold weapons they had painstakingly practiced for half their lives became less elegant.
The leading high-level knight looked at the increasingly crowded cavalry behind him and said to his deputy, "Slow down the march, there's no need to rush. The lord has tens of thousands of elites around him, with strong individuals as numerous as clouds. The rear army is closer to us, there's no need to be so nervous."
"We're about to reach the battlefield. Let's maintain our formation, take them by surprise from the rear, and win with one blow."
As he was speaking, the high-level knight's extraordinary perception felt a palpitation.
He subconsciously looked up and saw a line of egrets flying in the distance.
No, they were pegasus!
Thousands of meters above, Will, wearing a flight cap, looked at the cavalry legion below and raised her right hand.
"Arrived at the drop point! Bombs ready!"
"On my command! Enter the dive!"
"Teams one, two, and three, drop in sequence, fifteen seconds apart!"
"Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"
Following her order, the remaining twenty-nine pegasus knights quickly checked the four high-explosive grenades hanging in front and behind their saddles, and after confirming that everything was correct, they steered their pegasus into a dive.
After diving three hundred meters, the pegasus knights of the first team, where Will was, pulled the hanging devices.
Forty thirty-pound heavy grenades fell like raindrops.
In the continuous sound of explosions, the pegasus swarm swept past from the sky.
Because of the sudden reduction in load, the pegasus flew extremely smoothly and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Will looked back at the tragic situation on the ground and shouted, "Guna, you stay and circle to observe, don't lower your altitude, we're going back to replenish bombs!"
Guna, the pegasus knight closest to her, pulled the reins slightly, and the pegasus under her feet broke away from the formation and slid to the side, "Yes, Commander!"
Flying thousands of meters above, Will looked at the battlefield under her feet, and under the excitement of her heart, she couldn't help but shout, "Riverbend is invincible!"
"Riverbend is invincible!"
The appearance of the sandstorm seriously interfered with the Riverbend soldiers' shooting. Once the two sides approached within a hundred yards, the Southern Border firearm legion could rely on its numbers and dense formation to unleash firepower that suppressed the Riverbend soldiers.
The high-level archmage in charge of maintaining the sandstorm was observing the battlefield while casting spells.
Because of the skilled cooperation of the mid- and low-level mages, maintaining this high-level spell was not difficult.
After being bombarded by the Riverbend field guns, the mage corps suffered heavy casualties, and the remaining members were scattered into the legion, but they still had strong combat effectiveness.
He looked at the crumbling legion shield formation and said to his deputy, "You take the others and support the shield formation, block the ogres!"
His deputy was a mid-level mage, and upon hearing this, he led the other ten or so mages and began to chant spells.
A low-level fireball spell could ignite an ironclad ogre with one shot.
A mid-level exploding flame could blast away ten ironclad ogres at once.
In addition, there were quicksand spells, slowing spells, imprisonment spells…
More than a dozen mid- and low-level combat mages provided battlefield support capabilities comparable to five hundred heavy cavalry.
Just as the disadvantage was being turned around little by little, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared behind the high-level archmage.
Gerald's figure appeared behind the high-level archmage, and even earlier than his appearance was a sharp arc of light.
Gerald's battle skill "Moonlight Slash" was always known for its sharpness. Even eighth- and ninth-level transcendents would be seriously injured if they were accidentally slashed.
But the Southern Border's high-level archmages also had their strengths. Their individual combat power might not be as good as the Northerners, but they were definitely richer than the Northerners.
The runes on the high-level archmage's magic robe suddenly lit up, and a solid, substantial ice barrier instantly popped open.
Gerald's Moonlight Slash barely cleaved half of the ice before it ran out of strength.
On the contrary, the sudden appearance of the ice was like a maggot attached to the bone, freezing along Gerald's long sword.
In the blink of an eye, Gerald's sleeves were frozen and cracked, turning into thin ice that sprinkled down.
Gerald retreated, inserted his long sword into the ground, waved his hand, and used three seconds to disperse the cold air on his palm.
Around him, faint arcane runes floated, enveloping him.
The high-level archmage dispersed the ice barrier and sneered triumphantly: "Traitor Gerald, the strongest assassin of the Kurolov family, did you think no one was guarding against you?"
"This is a trap specially set for you…"
Before he could finish speaking, his head exploded with a bang, and his headless corpse stood for several seconds before crashing down.
