Lord: Starting with Summoning the Regular Army of Earth

Chapter 116 Eagle Soars Through the Sky

The night was as dark as ink.

The dry, strong winds characteristic of the wind-eroded highlands weave through the jagged rocks and deep ravines, emitting a wailing, high-pitched sound that perfectly masks any subtle noises.

In a sheltered rock crevice less than five miles from the Black Rock Pass camp where the Giant God Tribe was stationed, the air seemed to freeze.

The first batch of "sharp blades"—forty-eight members—of the combined forces of Jinshi Ridge and Baihe Valley were lurking here.

Twenty of them were goblin warriors from Emberstone Ridge. They were short and lean, their greenish-gray skin almost blending into the rocks in the darkness, with only their occasionally turning eyes flashing with inhuman calmness and wisdom.

The rest were the White River Valley's top hunters, as still as rocks, their breathing slow and deep, blending into the sound of the wind and the pulse of the earth.

Leading the team was Tal, the youngest hunter in White River Valley, a young warrior known as the "Stone Fox".

Tal lay on the cold rock, his cheek pressed against the ground, feeling the faint noise and vibrations coming from the distant camp.

He listened intently, his pale golden pupils seeming to catch even the faintest changes in light in the darkness—this was the shamanic power that Chief Sharna had bestowed upon him.

This gave him extraordinary senses, allowing him to communicate with the natural environment, "hear" the crackling of the campfire in the direction of the camp, the drunkard's maniacal laughter, the impatient growl of the giant wolf, and even vaguely "sense" the life fluctuations emanating from those wild souls, carrying the smell of alcohol and blood.

Soon, Tal used special sign language to give an order to a figure lying prone beside him.

Their objective was clear: to eliminate all fixed and mobile sentries on the perimeter, mark safe passages, and occupy key positions.

Time passes little by little.

Midnight had passed, and the noise in the camp gradually subsided, leaving only sporadic snores and the dull footsteps of the night watchmen.

Even the giant wolves seemed to have eaten and drunk their fill, lying down and breathing heavily.

"Now." A cold glint flashed in Tal's eyes, like a fox before it pounces on its prey.

He made a few precise gestures, and the hunters behind him, like shadows receiving a command, silently dispersed and disappeared into the deeper darkness.

Meanwhile, the goblins of Emberstone Ridge clung to the rock face like geckos, beginning to move towards their designated positions.

Tal's target is a sentry located on a high, protruding rock.

The giant warrior, clutching his spear, was leaning against a rock, half asleep.

Like a true gust of wind, under the protection of shamanic power, his body seemed to blend into the environment, approaching silently from downwind, and leaping up like a venomous snake before his opponent could even notice.

He covered his mouth and nose with his left hand, and with his right hand, the obsidian dagger precisely sliced ​​across his throat. Warm liquid splattered onto the cold rock, without even a muffled groan.

He gently supported the limp body, slowly laid it flat, and pretended to be resting against a rock.

Not far away, another White River Valley hunter used a grappling hook and amazing flexibility to rappel down a steep rock face and take down a sentry who was slacking off in a sheltered spot below the cliff.

The goblins of Emberstone Ridge, on the other hand, demonstrate a different kind of efficiency.

Using their short stature and agility, they squeezed through the cracks in the rocks, appearing in the sentry's blind spot. With daggers coated with potent poison and paralyzing agents, the two worked together to easily and decisively eliminate their target.

The cleanup work proceeded in an orderly manner.

After they had taken care of all their targets, Tal wiped the blood off his blade and looked up at the dark sky.

There, high in the clouds, several enormous shadows were silently hovering.

Sharna's eyes are sharing the same field of vision as theirs.

He could sense that the leader's will was like an invisible spider web, enveloping the area and monitoring the glow of every campfire and every moving figure in the Giant God Tribe camp.

At the same time, Sharna, who was personally leading her troops and hiding in the distance, suddenly opened her eyes.

Those pale golden eyes seemed to be burning with two clusters of cold flames, so deep that they seemed to reflect the entire night sky.

She slowly exhaled a long breath, a smile appearing on her lips, and looked at Matthew, Sun Zhengwu, and the leaders beside her, saying, "Tal and the others have succeeded. The outer perimeter is now quiet. Balu's main tent is in the center of the camp, slightly north. The largest black yak tent is surrounded by twelve guards who are not resting. The wolf pen is downwind on the east side, and the horses are on the west side near the water source. The grain and fodder storage area is in the northeast corner—the guards are lax."

She paused, her gaze shifting to Matthew and Sun Zhengwu, her eyes refocusing and becoming sharp as a knife: "The Greybacks are in position. The wind direction—stable, northwest, which is favorable to us."

Matthew and Sun Zhengwu exchanged a glance, seeing a mixture of relief and murderous intent in each other's eyes.

The most dangerous and uncontrollable infiltration and cleanup phase was successfully completed.

"Proceed according to plan." Matthew's voice wasn't loud, but it carried immense weight.

The order was relayed instantly.

Outside the tent, the soldiers, who were already prepared, were like wound-up machines, beginning the final and most crucial step.

Fifteen launchers, having undergone final calibration, were carried by the strongest warriors of White River Valley. Led by hunters, a hundred-man squad, a mix of men from Ember Ridge and White River Valley, moved swiftly into action.

They would proceed to the pre-arranged launch site—a few rocky hills on Black Rock Pass, with good visibility and concealment, about 150 to 180 paces from the Giant God Tribe camp.

Forty crossbowmen and demolition experts from Ember Ridge, along with five hundred elite White River Valley warriors, armed with steel crossbows, grenades, and more explosive charges, followed closely behind to protect the projectile positions and, once the bombardment began, to snipe any fleeing enemies and drive away the retreating troops.

Sharna stood up, the night breeze ruffling her hair and feather shawl.

She gazed up at the sky, her hands forming an ancient and complex mudra in front of her chest, and began to chant low, ancient syllables filled with primal power. It wasn't human language, but rather a resonance between the wind and the rocks, the eagle and the sky.

As she chanted, a faint golden halo emanated from her body, and her hair moved even more noticeably without wind.

In the distance, several sharp eagle cries pierced the clouds from high above, filled with the excitement of impending battle.

"Greyback, Black Feather, Iron Claw, Sharp Eyes, Azure Shadow—" Sharna read out the names of her companions one by one. With each name she read, the light in her eyes intensified, forging a deeper and closer spiritual connection with the corresponding giant eagle in the sky.

"Go, my wings, my claws! Bring the thunder and fire of Ashstone Ridge, and the fury of White River Valley to the blasphemers below! Target—Chief's tent, wolf pen, provisions, and horse encampment! Throw!"

The final "Throw" was not a shout, but rather, through that invisible soul connection, it was transformed into the clearest command, imprinted in the consciousness of the five giant eagles.

Five long, piercing cries, filled with murderous intent and majesty, shattered the tranquility of the night, coming from the highest clouds.

Meanwhile, at the Black Rock Pass camp, by the campfire, a half-drunk, half-awake warrior from the Giant God tribe, clutching a wine flask, groggily raised his head and muttered, "That damned giant eagle from White River Valley, one day I'll shoot you down and roast you—"

They knew the giant eagles of the White River Valley all too well; those creatures often circled overhead, observing their movements.

However, they didn't care or fear it; in fact, they even hoped that the large birds would come down and attack them.

Their wolves were eager to taste the flesh and blood of the giant eagle.

However, before the warrior could finish speaking, he felt his dream was about to come true. From the light, several huge black shadows seemed to be swooping down from the sky, rapidly approaching.

"Enemy—" A vigilant centurion had barely uttered half a word.

The first giant eagle, guided and controlled by Sharna's precise will, traced an elegant arc in the night sky and landed directly on the most conspicuous and enormous black yak hide tent in the center of the camp—Bloodclaw Balu's tent.

Then it drops the larger "bomb" hanging on its left claw.

"Bang!"

At first, it was not a loud, even somewhat muffled, impact.

Immediately afterwards—

"Boom—!"

The earth is shaking!

A terrifying fireball, a mixture of crimson and orange-yellow, suddenly erupted from the top of Balu's tent.

The blazing flames instantly engulfed the black tent that represented the authority and brutality of the Colossus tribe, and the massive shockwave tore the thick leather apart like rags and flung it away.

Burning fragments, broken log supports, and anything else that might exist inside were violently hurled into the air. The deafening explosion, like Thor's hammer in mythology, slammed into the eardrums and hearts of every giant tribe warrior.

Several nearby tents were overturned by the blast wave. Before the soldiers inside could even understand what was happening, they were struck by the scorching air and flying debris, and fell down screaming in agony.

"ah--!"

"Heavenly fire! It's heavenly fire!"

"The chieftain's tent!"

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!!"

Chaos, terror, and incredulous screams instantly replaced the previous intoxication and clamor.

The entire camp seemed to have been thrown into boiling oil and then plunged into a complete uproar.

But this is just the beginning.

Almost at the same instant the first explosion rang out.

The second and third black spots, controlled by the other two giant eagles, accurately crashed into the giant wolf enclosure on the east side of the camp and the horse gathering area on the west side.

"Boom boom"

Even more violent explosions erupted among the livestock.

Flames shot into the sky, and shards of metal flew everywhere.

The frightened dire wolves let out mournful howls. They are powerful, but when faced with incomprehensible explosions, flames, and excruciating pain, their wild instincts are reduced to nothing more than primal fear and madness.

Some wolves broke free of the wooden stakes and began to tear and charge wildly, indiscriminately attacking and attacking each other.

The horses were completely terrified, neighing and galloping wildly, trampling everything in their path—tents, campfires,

And their owners.

The fourth black dot was located in the grain and fodder storage area in the northeast corner.

The dry hay and grain were instantly ignited, and the raging fire, aided by the wind, soared into the sky, illuminating half of the night sky and reflecting the faces of despair, confusion, and fear.

The fifth black dot, under Sharna's precise control, landed in a relatively densely populated area of ​​the camp, where a group of soldiers seemed to be assembling hastily after being awakened by the explosion.

"boom!"

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and severed limbs mixed with mud and burning debris were scattered all over the place.

Those who weren't killed instantly by the explosion were mostly injured by the shockwave, bleeding from their mouths and noses, suffering internal organ damage, and collapsing to the ground groaning in agony.

Five giant eagles, five precise throws, five key moments.

The leader's main tent, mobile forces, logistics and supplies, and the assembly point for manpower.

Perfect, deadly, ruthless.

This is Sharna's "Thunderfire of the Eagle," an unstoppable devastating attack from the sky.

"Eagles! Those feathered beasts! The eagles of White River Valley!" Many sharp-eyed warriors spotted the figures soaring through the sky amidst the firelight and chaos.

"Shamanism! It's that female shaman's sorcery!"

"What should we do? The chief's camp has also been bombed."

"Where is the chief?"

Panic spread like a plague.

However, the five giant eagles circling above them did not leave, but instead, under Sharna's control, began a second round of bombing.

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