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He and his militia were fully prepared and stationed on the border of the Western Wilderness.
next moment.
In the blink of an eye, darkness completely covered the sky like splashed ink.
Everyone present realized:
The first long night in the North has truly arrived.
And as night falls.
In the western wilderness, pairs of eerie green beast eyes began to flash continuously.
Arthur was not surprised by this chilling scene.
He knew:
Darkness not only breeds fear in humans, but also fuels the brutal instincts of bloodthirsty monsters.
He had long anticipated that a horde of magical beasts would invade Blackrock Territory when the first long night arrived in the North.
The drills and patrols that have been going on for the past month were all part of Arthur's pre-planned strategy.
The villagers of the two villages behind them, near the western wilderness, had already taken refuge under the guidance of Inspector Guf.
Next.
The moment to test the results of the militia's training is here!
As the menacing, bloodthirsty beast came into view, Arthur showed no fear and chose to draw his sword.
He raised his sword high, his eyes resolute, and declared loudly:
"Soldiers of the Blackrock Legion, today is your first battle since you began training, and also your first battle to defend your homeland, Blackrock Territory."
We must not be defeated in this battle; victory is the only option!
Please remember!
We don our armor to fight for the honor of warriors!
We wield our swords to fight for our friends and loved ones!
We fight with burning passion for the millions of Blackrock Territory citizens behind us!
Chapter 10 Fighting with Wolves
The voice just fell.
Rows of bonfires were lit along the border of the western wilderness.
The flames dispelled the recruits' fear of the bloodthirsty beasts, providing them with a brighter battlefield more suitable for combat.
Soon, the first vanguard of the returning Wind Wolves arrived.
In the firelight, everyone was able to observe the physical characteristics of these bloodthirsty beasts, apart from their eerie green pupils.
Adult wind wolves are between one and a half and two meters tall, with strong and powerful limbs. To adapt to the cold climate of the North, their entire bodies are covered with a thick layer of silver-gray fur.
The wolf's head was long and narrow, and a restless wind element was wrapped around its gaping maw, which could condense into a wind blade and be released at any moment.
"Ow~"
With a low howl piercing the sky, pairs of sharp, eerie green eyes locked onto the humans that appeared in their field of vision.
The vanguard of this force has more than twenty wind wolves.
The moment the flames ignited, they no longer concealed their ferocious and bloodthirsty nature.
They all stride forward with their strong, powerful limbs and launch a ferocious charge.
Then look at the militia led by Arthur.
The 154-member militia had already set up their battle lines on the border of the western wilderness, ready to fight.
The militia was divided into ten independent but interconnected combat groups.
Each combat team has a clear division of labor and is arranged in a trapezoidal defensive formation:
The five shield bearers in the front row held their heavy shields high, fitting together seamlessly to form a formidable barrier.
Five spearmen stood in the middle, spears pointed directly at the approaching wind wolves, their sharp iron tips gleaming with a cold, sharp light.
The five soldiers in the back row each held a sharp one-handed sword in their left hand and a lightweight one-handed shield in their right.
They are elite new recruits selected from the militia through various tests and trials.
Sword and shield soldiers will fight as independent combat units against powerful wind wolves capable of breaking through the first two lines of defense.
The focus shifts to the combat team led by the interim deputy commander, Lancelot.
Lancelot stood in the back row, a combat commander wielding a sword and shield.
Under Arthur's focused training and guidance for half a month.
Lancelot gradually mastered his unknown knight breathing technique and learned to control the power of his innate aura.
His potential exploded, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds.
He leaped from a skinny, ordinary boy to a mid-level apprentice knight with almost no bottlenecks.
The other four sword and shield soldiers beside him were also elite recruits.
However, his talent for cultivation and his breathing techniques were far inferior to his, and he only reached the threshold of becoming a trainee knight.
The shield bearers and spearmen in the front and middle ranks, while not as physically strong, endurance, or agile as Lancelot and the elite recruits, were also inferior in these aspects.
However, they have made significant progress compared to when they first joined the militia.
Now, they are facing the vanguard of the wind wolf pack, three adult wind wolves that are nearly two meters tall.
Lancelot could sense:
These magical beasts possessed incredibly robust vitality, and each of them was at the mid-stage of the first tier, roughly equal to his strength.
Therefore, as the combat commander, he quickly realized:
If it were merely a contest of raw power, his 15-person team would be no match for these naturally bloodthirsty magical beasts, who also possess magical talents.
However, humanity's dominance on this continent is not solely due to strength, but also to its unique wisdom.
Soon, three adult wind wolves at the mid-stage of Tier 1 launched the first attack.
They opened their gaping maws, aimed at the shield-like barrier that blocked their way, gathered the surrounding wind elements, and unleashed a barrage of wind blades.
The wind blades struck the shield, creating cracks and delivering a violent impact to the shield-wielding hand behind it.
But the shield bearers, struck by the wind blades, did not retreat an inch; they all gritted their teeth and used their bodies to brace against their shields.
After the first round of wind blade attacks.
The three adult wind wolves quickly appeared in close proximity to the combat team.
After the adult wind wolf enters the attack range of the spearmen in the middle.
The five spearmen were on edge, all focused, raising their spears to launch a counterattack against the oncoming wind wolves.
With the shield bearers in the front row blocking the wind wolves' attacks, the spearmen in the middle easily launched counterattacks.
They precisely stabbed the three adult wind wolves in their vulnerable areas, such as the neck and abdomen.
This is the tactical formation that Arthur has been practicing for the past month, specifically designed to counter large-scale monster invasions:
Shieldbearers abandon offense and focus on defense;
The spearmen abandoned defense and focused on attack.
However, the three adult wind wolves were stabbed in vital areas by the spear.
They did not retreat or become weak; instead, the pain aroused their bloodlust, making them even more ferocious.
Next, as the five spearmen launched a second volley of thrusts.
Two injured adult wind wolves suddenly displayed astonishing explosive power.
They dodged the spear attacks and pounced on the two lightly armored spearmen.
The two adult wind wolves spread their front paws and leaped into the air.
The sharp claws aimed at the two spearmen in the middle and thrust them forward.
Once their forepaws strike the spearmen, they will surely break through the extremely thin armor that is so weak to them, and rip the two humans apart.
However, Arthur's tactical formations could not have failed to anticipate this situation.
The sword and shield soldiers waiting in the back row are now on the move!
Lancelot was the first to react. He grabbed his sword and shield and flashed to the spot where a wounded adult wind wolf had landed.
He raised his shield, imbuing it with his innate wave-guiding power, successfully deflecting the opponent's claw attack.
then.
Another sword and shield soldier appeared to the side of the adult wind wolf.
He swung his iron sword at the wound on the adult wind wolf where it had been pierced by a spear.
"Woo!"
next moment.
The sword struck its wound, blood splattered, and it couldn't help but let out a pitiful cry.
The attack launched by the other adult wind wolf against the spearman was intercepted by three other sword and shield soldiers.
Next.
Five sword-and-shield soldiers then began to fight the two wounded adult wind wolves.
Despite suffering severe injuries, these three adult wind wolves still demonstrated the terrifying resilience and destructive power befitting magical beasts.
Finally, after a hard-fought battle.
Led by Lancelot, the five sword and shield soldiers displayed perfect teamwork, expending a third of their stamina and suffering minor injuries of varying degrees, to kill two mid-stage Tier 1 adult wind wolves.
The other adult wind wolf, however, could not escape the swift and precise series of thrusts from the five spearmen who were focused on the attack. It eventually collapsed against the shield wall erected by the shield bearers, bleeding profusely.
"Ow~~~"
Just as everyone was feeling proud of how Arthur's tactics and formations had enabled him to kill the enemy, a loud and long wolf howl rang out.
Lancelot's nerves tensed instantly; his combat instincts told him that the owner of the voice was the leader of this pack of wind wolves.
With this in mind, he raised his head and gazed into the depths of the western wilderness.
From the darkness, a snow-white wolf, over two meters tall, appeared.
Behind it, pairs of bloodthirsty, eerie green eyes flickered incessantly.
This alpha wolf is somewhat deformed; only one eye is open on its long, narrow head.
The other eye was covered by a hideous scar, as if it had been slashed by some kind of sharp weapon.
As soon as the alpha wolf appeared, its one eye locked onto Arthur, who had been standing on the sidelines without making a move.
As the vanguard of the wind wolves launched their attack, Arthur assessed the strength of the pack and made a decision:
He and his five Black Iron-ranked squire knights remained inactive for the time being, leaving the first wave of attacking wind wolf packs to the militia recruits.
In the end, the militia recruits he personally trained did not disappoint him.
With their excellent battle formation and tactical execution, they annihilated the vanguard of the Wind Wolf pack.
Back to the present.
Arthur sat on the back of the black-haired horse Nightshade, and soon he saw the one-eyed wolf finally appear.
Arthur sensed a deep hatred in the one-eyed wolf's gaze as it looked at him.
This reminded him of his father Richard's wolf pack cleanup operation thirty years ago.
Then, Arthur gave a meaningful smile and murmured:
"It seems you are a gift that my old father left me thirty years ago."