Lord: Starting with Summoning the Regular Army of Earth

Chapter 117 The Desperate Wolf Riders

"What's going on?" Many soldiers rushed out of their tents, disheveled, some without even weapons. They stared blankly at the towering flames around them, heard the cries of their comrades, and smelled the pungent odors of blood, burnt flesh, and sulfur in the air. Their minds were completely blank.

This was not the war they understood at all; there were no bugle calls to charge, no neighing of warhorses, no enemy swords—

However, before they could react, terrified screams followed one after another.

"They're here again!"

"Get out of the way!"

Accompanied by terrified screams, bomb after bomb was dropped at great speed onto the densely populated area.

Although these bombs are smaller and have less explosive charge than the "big guys" of the first round, they are still lethal weapons carefully calculated by the craftsmen of Jinshiling. They are filled with more fragments and incendiary agents, aiming to maximize the damage to soft targets and densely packed personnel.

"boom!"

"Boom boom boom"

One after another, bursts of fire shot into the sky from all over the camp. This time, the explosions were more scattered, covering almost half of the camp area.

The giant soldiers who were trying to assemble were engulfed by the flames. Flying shrapnel, like bullets, pierced the bodies of soldiers further away, and severed limbs and armor fragments were scattered everywhere.

Each exploding fireball instantly reaped a large number of lives. However, before these terrified survivors could catch their breath after two consecutive waves of aerial attacks, and before they had time to organize any effective retreat or counterattack, an even more terrifying storm of destruction followed.

Behind several rocky hills upwind of the Black Rock Pass camp.

Fifteen explosive charge launchers are ready to be deployed.

They were operated by two teams of soldiers who worked together seamlessly.

One team consists of demolition experts from Ember Ridge, responsible for calculating angles, loading, and checking fuses;

The other team consisted of the strongest warriors in White River Valley, responsible for tightening the projectile rope, which was as thick as a child's arm and made of a mixture of special animal sinews and hemp rope soaked in oil, to accumulate terrifying power to the extreme.

The ones in charge of observation and command were "Stone Fox" Tal and his most astute hunters.

They lay prone on the top of the rocky hill, using simple ranging tools and real-time information from eagle eyes to make complex hand gestures downwards.

"Position One, Target: Open area inside the camp's main gate, signs of fleeing soldiers gathering, 170 paces away, raise the angle by one finger, load medkit number three!"

Wu Ronghui calmly gave instructions.

"Position Two, Target: Northeast side, where the fire is visible, suspected firefighters, 155 paces away, at eye level, load pack number four!"

"Position 3 —"

The cold, clear instructions were transmitted swiftly.

The soldiers beside the projectile had calm eyes and moved swiftly and steadily.

The specially made square explosive pack was placed in a leather bag, and the long fuse was carefully pulled out and straightened.

The soldiers in charge of the winch had bulging arm muscles and veins on their foreheads as they tightened the torque mechanism to its maximum until the launch arm made a teeth-grinding "creak" sound, as if it were about to break at any moment.

All units are ready.

"Release!" Wu Ronghui gave the order.

A series of loud "bang bang bang bang" sounds, almost continuous and powerful, echoed through the camp in the distance, even drowning out the noise coming from the camp.

Fifteen explosive charges, against the backdrop of night and firelight, traced fifteen full and deadly parabolas, whistling through the air with a clear, chilling sound, as they rained down on the chaotic Colossus tribe camp below.

This time, the Grim Reaper from the ground has a wider coverage area and a higher density of attacks.

"Here it comes again! Get out of the way—" A seasoned centurion shouted as he noticed the dark shadow sweeping overhead, but before he could even utter the word "open," he was still in the middle of shouting.

"BOOM!!!"

The first explosive charge landed inside the main gate of the camp.

There were dozens of terrified soldiers there, instinctively fleeing and gathering outside the camp gate, which they considered safe.

The flames from the explosion shone brightly once more!

The shockwave, more powerful than that of an eagle-borne bomb, blew the gathered crowd away like autumn leaves.

Broken bodies, torn leather armor, and shattered weapons, mixed with dirt and rubble, shot out in all directions.

A soldier who was a little further from the blast center was hit in the face by a flying half of his thigh bone and fell backward without uttering a sound.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth —

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom boom"

Explosions echoed one after another, incessantly.

Some landed in the crowd, creating a terrifying killing field;

Some landed in the tent area, blowing the entire tent and the people inside into the air;

Some of them landed in the ranks that were trying to regroup, instantly shattering the newly assembled formation.

There are even more advanced combustion types that not only explode upon landing but also spray out large clumps of viscous burning material, igniting everything they come into contact with, including human bodies!

"Ah! My legs! My legs are gone!"

"Help me! Fire! Fire!"

"Scatter! Scatter! Don't gather together!"

"Where can we hide?! Where can we hide?!"

Screams, wails, desperate cries, meaningless curses, and the commander's desperate orders, quickly drowned out by the explosions, all intertwined to create a hellish symphony.

The camp was completely transformed into a furnace and a slaughterhouse.

Flames were everywhere, thick smoke billowed, severed limbs and remains were scattered about, and blood flowed in streams in low-lying areas.

"Devil! This is the power of the devil!"

"Run! Get out of here!"

The repeated bombings completely destroyed the remaining courage and discipline of the Giant God Tribe warriors.

What bravery, what ferocity, all vanish before the incomprehensible and irresistible destructive force.

The survivors, like headless flies, screamed and cried as they fled aimlessly amidst the burning tents, the corpses of fallen men and horses, and the ever-present fear of being struck by lightning again.

Many people even threw away their weapons, wanting only to escape this land of death.

Bloodfang Gondor had just crawled out of his tent, which had been half blown over by the blast wave. He was covered in dust and dirt, with a gash on his forehead and blood smearing half his face.

He still held his scimitar in his hand, staring blankly at the apocalyptic scene before him.

His proud wolf riders?

Flames shot into the sky from the direction of Wolf's Den to the east, and terrifying wolf howls and explosions continued to echo, clearly indicating that it was all over.

His subordinates?

As far as the eye could see, there were people running, screaming, and burning everywhere; where was any organization?

"This—what is this—" Gundor's mind was buzzing, and an unprecedented "fear of death" crept up his spine and spread throughout his body.

He had participated in countless battles and personally beheaded countless enemies, but what he was seeing before him was beyond his comprehension.

This is not a battle, this is—divine punishment!

"Gandhar! Lord Gondor!" A blood-soaked bodyguard scrambled to his feet, crying out, "It's all over! Everything's gone! My wolf pen and horse stables have been blown up by the Heavenly Fire! Explosions and fires are happening everywhere! What—what are we going to do?!"

Gondor snapped back to his senses, a surge of violence dispelling some of his fear.

He grabbed his bodyguard by the collar and roared, "Where is the chief? Where is Chief Balu?"

"No—I don't know! The chieftain's tent was the first to be struck by lightning, and now—now it's completely collapsed and on fire!"

No one saw the chief come out!

"What?!" Gundor was struck dumb, his hand slipped, and his personal guard collapsed to the ground.

Even the chief—

However, at that moment, Gondor's giant black wolf named "Soul Tear" suddenly charged out from the chaotic crowd and flames. Much of its fur was singed, and some wounds were bleeding, but its movements were still incredibly swift.

It rushed to the dusty-faced Gondor, whimpering softly, and nuzzled him with its head.

When he saw his dire wolf approaching, Gondor felt a jolt of hope and reason rekindled within him. He turned and tried to climb onto the wolf's back, attempting to use the speed of "Soul Tear" to escape this hell.

In fact, not all dire wolves died in the explosion or fled in fright. Many dire wolves with deep bonds to their riders demonstrated the resilience and loyalty of the monsters in this time of crisis.

They found their owner and prepared to take them away from this place.

However, just as the wolf riders climbed onto the wolves' backs, the sharp cry of an eagle pierced the night sky once again.

The five giant eagles, having completed their resupply, locked onto the wolf rider group below, which was clearly trying to regroup and escape, under Sharna's control.

The giant eagle gracefully swooped down, releasing the bombs from its talons as it flew low overhead—not just one, but many.

The bombs fell extremely fast and with great precision, so fast that even the fierce dire wolves couldn't dodge them in time.

Two of the bombs, like meteors falling from the sky, struck "Soul Tearer" directly on the back and at his feet.

"It's Sharna!" Gondor recognized the giant eagle flying towards him and growled angrily.

But his voice was instantly drowned out by the enormous explosion.

"Boom!"

The towering flames instantly engulfed Gondor and Soul Tear.

The bodies of the man and the wolf were sent flying by the terrifying explosion, crashing heavily to the ground.

Although the tough-skinned Dire Wolf Soul Tear wasn't killed instantly by the explosion, it was blasted open with huge wounds, its skin torn open, and its bones broken. It lay on the ground howling in pain, unable to move.

Gundor himself did not have the same strong defense as the Dire Wolf. He was blown to pieces, his body riddled with shrapnel. Although he was not yet dead, he was already in critical condition.

His remaining consciousness struggled, filled with resentment and fear, as the shadow of death slowly engulfed him like icy lake water.

He couldn't understand where Sharna got such a terrible explosive device.

They couldn't understand why Baihe Valley dared to launch an attack on them.

However, he no longer thought about that much. His breathing slowly disappeared amidst the low moans and whimpers of his soul-rending child.

Not only Gondor, but many newly mounted Dire Wolf Riders also suffered heavy casualties in the precise bombardment by the Great Eagles.

However, some escaped the net. Riding dire wolves, and others on horseback, they took advantage of the lull in the fighting to charge desperately towards what they considered a weak point in the defenses on the north side of the camp, where there was no obvious artillery cover.

They are extremely fast; the explosive power of the dire wolves allows them to be even faster than arrows over short distances.

But just as they rushed out of the camp, a series of cold arrows, carrying terrifying force, shot towards them with incredible speed and precision.

Several wolf riders charging at the forefront were shot through the leather armor by powerful crossbow bolts, and fell off the back of the wolves with a scream.

Duan Ye was deadly upon contact with blood; they convulsed a few times after landing and then fell silent.

Startled, the dire wolf continued its charge, only to be immediately met with a second volley of crossbow bolts and precise arrows from the hunters.

Yu tried to turn around, but ran into the trap set by the flanking hunter. His body was instantly blown away by the bomb that exploded from his feet and the grenade that was thrown from above, leaving him completely mangled.

The squad attempting to break out was wiped out in less than a minute.