154: Chapter 154 Sending a Message to the Royal City

Orders were issued one after another, clear and swift.

With a grand wave of Lin Tian's hand...

"Rumble!!!"

One hundred thousand Heavy Armored Dragon Riders urged their mounts forward at the same moment!

Countless dragon wings flapped vigorously, kicking up dust and gales that blotted out the sun!

These heavy-armored knights, along with their mounts, actually leaped off the ground after a short run-up, soaring high into the sky to begin their charge!

From a distance, it looked like a death wave composed of steel and flesh, sweeping toward the tribe five kilometers away with the force of an overwhelming mountain!

Lin Feng took the lead, pointing the crimson gold coiling dragon spear straight ahead, his battle intent soaring to the heavens!

Lin Tian also squeezed his horse's flanks. Crimson let out a long neigh as the flames on its four hooves surged, carrying him like a red meteor close behind the charging torrent.

Lin Yan, meanwhile, commanded the subsequent main army, which began its ground advance with heavy and orderly steps, like a moving mountain range.

Almost at the same time Lin Tian's army began its full-scale charge, this large Minotaur tribe with a population of nearly one hundred thousand was already alerted.

The first to notice the anomaly were the sentries on the towering watchtowers at the perimeter.

They saw a strange, fast-moving "dark cloud" suddenly rising from the distant horizon.

Accompanied by a dull, thunderous roar that grew closer and closer.

Before they could even rub their eyes to discern what it was...

Several arrows—some wrapped in vine phantoms, others following tricky trajectories—shot out from the "dark cloud" ahead of time, accurately claiming their lives.

The shrill blast of a beast-horn alarm finally tore through the tribe's midday tranquility!

"Enemy attack!!!"

"It's flying cavalry! A massive amount of flying cavalry!"

Chaos spread like a plague.

Minotaur warriors rushed out of tents, workshops, and training grounds, frantically searching for weapons and armor. Officers shouted at the top of their lungs, attempting to rally the troops.

The large central tent, built with giant beast skulls and thick leather, was suddenly thrown open.

A terrifying figure over three meters tall, with muscles built like granite, dark red skin, and a pair of curved giant horns on his head gleaming with a metallic cold light, strode out.

He carried a double-edged battle-axe the size of a door. This was Chief, the leader of this tribe, a Minotaur warrior with the strength of Platinum 1-Star!

"What's all the noise about! Which blind piece of trash dares to run wild in my 'Split-Hoof Tribe'?"

Chief's voice was like a booming bell, filled with violence and impatience.

He had just been enjoying his lunch and was very displeased to be interrupted.

"Chief! It's the enemy! Many of them! They can fly!"

A Gold-rank Minotaur officer scrambled over to report, his tone panicked.

"They can fly?"

A hint of doubt flashed through Chief's bell-like bovine eyes, which was immediately replaced by disdain.

"A few bird-men dare to come and seek death? Pass the order! All warriors assemble immediately and follow me to chop them up for an extra meal!"

His tribe was experienced in war, and their reaction was not slow.

In just a few minutes, under the whips and shouts of the officers, the three most elite ten-thousand-man battle regiments had barely managed to assemble.

Although the formation was still somewhat loose, over thirty thousand Minotaur warriors—most over two and a half meters tall, with bulging muscles and wielding giant axes and heavy hammers—gathered together.

That savage and violent aura was enough to make ordinary armies tremble with fear.

This was not all the combat-ready troops of the tribe, but Chief was confident that thirty thousand elites were enough to crush any incoming "flying harassment force." He even felt it was a bit of an overreaction.

However, when he carried his battle-axe and led these thirty thousand elites rumbling onto the open ground outside the tribe, prepared to meet the so-called "few bird-men"...

He saw it.

The distant sky and ground seemed to merge into one, filled with a writhing, roaring, black tide flashing with metallic cold light!

It wasn't "a few," and they weren't "bird-men"!

It was a sky-blotting swarm of flying cavalry, like a plague of locusts passing through!

Every person was mounted on a horse with wings on its back. Although they didn't fly high, their speed was incredibly fast.

They were surging toward his tribe with a posture that would destroy everything!

The numbers were so vast they almost obscured half the sky and the plains ahead!

The roar and wind pressure brought by the charge were already clearly audible!

"This... this is..."

Chief's bovine eyes, accustomed to blood and slaughter, suddenly widened to their limit at this moment, his pupils filled with unprecedented shock and horror!

His giant hand gripping the battle-axe made a "creaking" sound as his knuckles strained from excessive force.

This was not a small-scale harassment or probe at all!

This was an army pressing down on his borders!

It was a long-premeditated, terrifying offensive capable of wiping out his entire tribe!

Looking at this posture and these troop numbers, how was this a "Purple Moon Dynasty patrol"?

This was like the elite main air force sent by some massive empire to completely erase his Split-Hoof Tribe from the map!

A chill surged from his tough spine straight to the top of his head.

"Quick!!"

Chief suddenly turned his head and let out a distorted roar at the messenger behind him, who was also dumbfounded with fear. For the first time, his voice carried panic.

"Blow the emergency horn! Assemble the entire tribe! Everyone who can hold a weapon, get out here for me!"

"Also, immediately use the transmission stone to notify the Royal City! Tell the Great King that the Purple Moon Dynasty's legions are attacking us! Request reinforcements!"

His final roar was drowned out by the thunderous roar of the charge from afar, which grew closer like the footsteps of the God of Death.

He gripped his battle-axe and stared fixedly at the rapidly enlarging cloud of death, with only one thought in his mind: Can we stop them? He feared that by the time the kingdom's reinforcements arrived, the grass on his grave would already be growing tall.

Chief's roar and the emergency horn echoed shrilly over the tribe.

Having made this final effort, Chief took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He raised that door-sized giant axe and let out a battle cry toward the thirty thousand elite warriors behind him who, though panicked, had managed to form a formation:

"Warriors of Split-Hoof! For the tribe! Follow me—"

The word "kill" hadn't even left his mouth before it got stuck in his thick throat.

Because he saw it.

The distant horizon had disappeared.

In its place was a boundless, slowly advancing black tide composed of steel, flesh, dragon wings, and cold light.

The tide surged from the horizon, quickly filling every inch of land and every patch of sky in his field of vision.

Banners stood like a forest, and the reflections from the armor merged into a dizzying ocean of metal. There was the thunderous sound of footsteps, the pounding of hooves on the ground, and the low whistle of wings flapping through the air.

They mixed into a deathly roar sufficient to make the earth tremble.

Nearly five hundred thousand.

This number, which made his very soul shudder, instantly popped into Chief's mind.

He knew the opponent had many people.

But only now, witnessing this military display that almost drowned out the heavens and the earth, did he truly understand the extent of that "many."

Densely packed, blotting out the sky and earth, it was as if the armies of the entire world had assembled here just to crush the tiny tribe beneath his feet.