They would act as the sharp edge of the ambush, striking directly at the enemy leaders and providing cover for the soldiers lurking further back.
Gulen suddenly clenched his fist and brought it down—action!
The next instant—
"Boom!"
A roar shattered the silence, and a dark shadow shot up, its giant wings spread wide!
A Proto-Dragon!
It soared into the sky, lightless, yet appearing exceptionally massive as it obscured the stars and moon.
Even battle-hardened Frost Howl soldiers were momentarily thrown into chaos, screaming and looking up, some even stumbling and falling.
Just as the dragon's claws spread, a pitch-black pottery jar fell like a meteor, accurately smashing into the middle of the enemy formation—
"Boom!"
A rocket streaked across the night sky, and an orange-red flame erupted violently!
The oil-laden pottery jar ignited, and tongues of fire spread wildly, instantly dyeing the narrow mountain path red!
"Kill!" Gulen roared, his killing intent chilling to the bone. And the troll soldiers on the mountain path—
Had just stepped into their final desperate ground!
Five Paladins shot out from behind him like arrows from a bow, cutting through the panicked, turning enemy infantry, and charging directly towards the priests and officers in the rear!
They wore chainmail inscribed with the divine emblem of a dragon's eye, their silver emblems shining at their waists, every movement imbued with immense power.
One of them, sprinting to the priest, raised his sword high and brought it down with a powerful slash—
[Divine Smite]!
Only those blessed by divine grace could unleash this attack; the powerful holy energy attached to it was enough to penetrate most defenses and was especially effective against evil forces!
Golden-white holy light erupted along the blade, almost illuminating half the battlefield!
Instantly cleaving the priest, who was attempting to summon an earth elemental, to the ground!
Another was struck by an arrow in the chest during the charge, but he pressed his hand to the wound and whispered, "In the name of the flame keeper."
The next moment, a layer of golden light enveloped the wound—that was the effect of [Lay on Hands].
Unlike the exaggerated full recovery of "full health resurrection" in World of Warcraft, in the DnD system, [Lay on Hands] is a divine spell that restores injuries according to the Paladin's strength.
This Paladin was not fully healed by it, but it was enough for him to continue fighting.
The other three also cast their divine spells:
One summoned a temporary shield, blocking a wave of shots for Gulen behind him;
Another used Command to disrupt the attacking enemy;
And yet another directly struck down a subordinate next to the enemy commander!
At this point, Gulen truly stepped out, drew the bone blade from his waist, and shouted:
"Warriors! Charge with me! Let them know that our home is not a place where they can come and go as they please!"
As soon as Gulen's voice fell, the earth trembled.
Italk warriors, dispersed into several small squads, suddenly surged out from the slopes on both sides of the East Branch Road.
To avoid premature detection, Gulen had specifically hidden them far enough away.
They held bone blades or beast bone javelins and wore leather armor.
Their equipment was clearly not as good as the Frost Howl army's, but it was enough to win this ambush!
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