Chapter 167: Breaking Through a Thousand Troops, Beneath the Walls of Iron Oak City
"Roar..."
Amidst the earth-shattering roars, the Drakon cavalry, with Jon leading the wedge formation, charged like a sharp arrow toward the gates of Iron Oak City.
Boom...
Crack...
Ugh...
The bodies of these Drakons were as hard as steel and required no external armor. A scout cavalryman, frozen in place by the dragon's roar, was instantly skewered by Jon's dragon-rider lance.
Under the dual force of the impact and the lance, the scout was run through completely; his light leather armor offered no more resistance than paper against Jon's charge.
Due to the sheer speed, the scout remained impaled on Jon's lance. A sharp blade was fixed near the Drakon's neck, and as it continued its charge, the friction and momentum literally tore the scout's body open.
Corpses and viscera were scattered everywhere. When Jon burst into the sight of the Vale coalition forces, the soldiers saw a monster drenched in blood.
In that single instant, the Vale soldiers who had been cheering for their victory felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over them.
"What is that thing?"
"Is... is it a dragon?"
"Terrifying..."
...On the gravel road from Seagull Town to Iron Oak City, dirt and stones flew in all directions under the charge of a black torrent, looking like a fearsome beast tunneling through the earth.
In the midst of the rolling dust, Jon was the most dazzling figure as he charged. The sunlight was at just the right angle, making it impossible for the Vale soldiers to look directly at the charging Jon and his Drakon cavalry.
Timot's Mountain Clans army had built their wooden fort opposite Iron Oak City. To facilitate their offense, the Vale soldiers had also chosen the sunward side to attack.
But now, these men had become Jon's targets. Although they sensed Jon's approach, they were unable to mount any effective resistance in their haste.
Thus, the charging Jon slammed directly into his nearest target—a soldier in chainmail holding a spear and shield. His shield bore the sigil of House Grafton, and his face was filled with terror as he stared at Jon.
Seeing the spear tip rushing toward him, the soldier instinctively tried to raise his shield to block. Unfortunately, his actions were futile; the lance pierced through both his shield and his body.
Pfft...
These massive Drakons were comparable to heavy tanks. With the added weight of its body and the momentum of the charge, Jon's dragon-rider lance was like a dinner knife slicing through butter.
The Vale soldiers' ranks were messy and completely unprepared. Before Jon and his dragon cavalry, these men couldn't even hold out for a single breath; Jon tore right through their formation.
After breaking through the Vale infantry, Jon charged straight toward the stunned cavalry phalanx of House Waywood.
The knights of House Waywood had just finished regrouping and were only now stepping off the drawbridge, seemingly preparing to join the assault on the wooden fort.
"Defensive positions! Get the shields and spears out now, move, move, move!"
Hal Stone, the master-at-arms of Iron Oak City, was also intimidated by Jon's aggressive momentum. However, as a veteran of a hundred battles, he reacted quickly. Having just reached the head of the drawbridge, he immediately ordered the surrounding soldiers to form a defensive line.
These soldiers were temporary levies with little training. Due to the haste and the imminent threat, they failed to properly execute the old master-at-arms' orders.
"Damn it! Close the gates, quickly!"
Looking at the scattered soldiers around him, Hal Stone decided to burn his bridges. He felt that if he closed the gates, these frightened soldiers would have no choice but to fight to the death.
It was a sound idea, but he underestimated the human fear of the unknown. If they were veteran knights or sellswords, they might have obeyed for the sake of their own safety.
But these were commoners pressed into service; they had no way to stand against such a supernatural presence. It wasn't just the soldiers at the gate; even those on the ramparts were paralyzed by the horrific scene before them.
Neigh...
Sensing the terrifying threat in the air, the horses became restless. The first few knights to head out didn't even know what to do.
Boom...
Crack...
"Help..."
...Jon and his Drakon were like a terrifying tsunami crashing directly into the House Waywood troops.
The leading knight had no time to react before Jon's lance skewered him, while a knight beside him had his head bitten off by the Drakon.
Clang...
Crack...
Amidst the clashing of metal and the snapping of bones, the knight was tossed about like a ragdoll, colliding with his comrades and soldiers.
After breaking through the cavalry, Jon used the momentum to charge toward the House Waywood soldiers attempting to block the gatehouse.
Seeing the dragon cavalry already on the drawbridge, Hal Stone lost all hope. He could only shout orders for his soldiers to push forward, desperately trying to stop Jon's intrusion into the castle.
"Kill!"
As Jon's lance and Drakon plowed into the ranks, the old knight still bravely swung his longsword at them.
Unfortunately, against an opponent like Jon, his resistance was futile. In a single breath, the Drakon sent the old knight flying, and in the ensuing charge, he was trampled to death underfoot.
Just like that, Jon and his dragon cavalry charged into the courtyard of Iron Oak City. The remaining soldiers offered no resistance, staring in stunned silence at the terrifying sight.
At the same time, the Mountain Clans warriors outside the city also erupted. As the leader of this army, Timot was the first to charge the Vale soldiers besieging them.
"Kill!"
On the battlefield, deafening battle cries rose one after another, sounding like the roars of wild beasts, full of savagery and bloodlust.
In this tense and horrific atmosphere, Timot's body underwent a startling transformation.
With the activation of a mysterious item, his body seemed to be injected with a mystical power, swelling instantly like a rapidly inflating ball. His muscles bulged, and his stature became more hulking and ferocious.
Next, a hair-raising sight occurred: silver-white wolf fur sprouted abruptly from various parts of Timot's body like hedgehog quills. Under the sun, the fur shimmered with a cold light, looking like blades sharp enough to slice through skin.
Simultaneously, the Wolf Guards around Timot underwent the same change. Their bodies swelled, muscles expanded, and faces distorted, turning into a pack of fierce werewolves in an instant.
Wild light flickered in their eyes, their limbs became powerful, and their claws grew as sharp as knives. Their entire beings radiated a swift and dangerous aura.
Under the terrified gaze of a Vale knight, the werewolf that was Timot displayed his horrific strength.
His claws, carrying unparalleled power and speed, slammed into the knight's head.
In that moment, the knight's helmet and head were as fragile as paper. Under the impact of Timot's massive strength, they deformed instantly, crushed into a piece of scrap metal.
It happened so fast that the knight didn't even have time to react before dying miserably under Timot's claws.
"Soldiers with the Dragon-Wolf emblem are our people. If you dare harm them, I will show you the meaning of true terror."
As he held the dead knight's body aloft, Timot's chilling words echoed across the battlefield. The Mountain Clans warriors, who were already prepared to slaughter everyone, instinctively shuddered upon hearing this warning.
"Kill!"
With the command given, the Mountain Clans warriors erupted with unparalleled battle intent. They charged the Vale soldiers with shouts, raining their weapons down upon them.
Normally, it would be difficult for Mountain Clans warriors to defeat the fully-equipped Vale regulars. However, with their new equipment and fighting in such a confined space, their raw martial prowess was fully unleashed.
"Hahaha... Die! You scum! We are warriors protected by a dragon!"
Shaga brandished a massive two-handed axe, creating a mist of blood among the Vale soldiers. In close-quarters combat, few could withstand his strikes.
Spotting a shouting knight, Shaga kicked aside a Vale soldier trying to approach him and rushed toward the knight like the wind.
Clang, clang, clang...
The opponent clearly saw him coming, but with so many soldiers around, he couldn't maneuver. He could only raise his shield to block.
But just as his shield was raised, an indescribably terrifying force slammed into his arm. If he were a System Class-holder, he would know that he was being attacked by a strange axe-type weapon named 'Warhammer.'
The weapons Jon had given the Mountain Clans warriors were mostly System weapons. It was precisely the unique nature of these weapons that allowed them to fight their way all the way here.
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