Chapter： 185 The Golden Tide
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
It seemed like just a moment, and the time had come for the Golden Alliance Army to launch their full-scale attack on the Ironstone Line.
"Lord Brian, Lord Roger."
"Please fly high above the army, reveal yourselves, and boost the soldiers' morale."
The female Grand Mage, Aisaya, looked at Brian and Roger with a serious and solemn expression.
Under the bright sunlight, the Golden Alliance Army had already assembled. Their golden armor gathered together, resembling a golden ocean, reflecting dazzling and brilliant light under the scorching sun. From a distance, it was almost blinding, exuding a grand and imposing aura.
Brian and the red dragon didn't speak. They simply flapped their dragon wings, and their massive dragon bodies ascended rapidly, disappearing into the high-altitude clouds in an instant.
Roar!
The red dragon Roger flapped his dragon wings fiercely and roared towards the sky.
The deep and powerful dragon roar sounded like rolling thunder coming from the dark clouds, reaching the ears of the soldiers below in the Golden Alliance Army.
Many soldiers felt a jolt in their hearts upon hearing the dragon's roar, their faces becoming much more excited.
Fighting alongside a True Dragon, such a feat would be recorded in the annals of human history and legend. Each of them would become a witness to this legend.
The already high morale of the Golden Alliance Army was further boosted.
"All troops, advance!"
With the order given, the hundreds of thousands of troops began to move slowly like a giant golden beast.
Thud, thud, thud...
The once peaceful Baki Plains trembled continuously due to the movement of this giant beast. Although the sunlight was bright and the breeze was gentle, the atmosphere became solemn and composed with the advance of the Golden Alliance Army.
In the high sky, Brian extended his wings, the airflow passing through his dragon wings creating a loud flapping sound.
Due to the slow movement of such a large-scale army, Brian used the rising air currents to glide slowly. Roger did the same, and the two True Dragons circled above the Golden Alliance Army, their shadows covering a portion of the alliance soldiers below.
These soldiers saw this as a blessing from the True Dragons, and their morale was extremely high.
The Spellcasters cast spells like Feather Fall and Endurance to enhance the physical abilities of the ordinary soldiers, maintaining the Golden Alliance Army's movement at a pace that was neither too fast nor too slow.
Brian lowered his head to look down.
From his height, the Golden Alliance Army below looked like tiny ants.
However, even though these hundreds of thousands of tiny golden ants gathered together, they still formed a breathtaking force.
The army was led by generals from various duchies, with the overall command under a general from the Duchy of Alva. Although they did not belong to a single duchy, they still followed orders strictly. With the assistance of extraordinary powers, orders could be swiftly executed, as if moving an arm or a finger.
As for the Spellcasters...
Lower and middle-level Spellcasters were mixed within the army, surrounded by a large number of ordinary soldiers or knights for protection.
The soldiers and knights protected the Spellcasters, and the Spellcasters provided spells for them, forming a cooperative relationship.
The smallest in number, the most powerful, and the most esteemed high-level Spellcasters were nowhere to be seen. Each used their own methods to hide within the Golden Alliance Army, waiting for the right moment to cast their spells.
With the abilities of Spellcasters, especially high-level Spellcasters, as long as they were not countered, successfully casting a suitable high-level spell could annihilate an army of ten thousand.
Brian's eyes flickered slightly, a barely noticeable glimmer passing between them.
Detect Aura.
His gaze swept inch by inch over the vast Golden Alliance Army.
The elemental auras from various extraordinary professions and Spellcasters filled Brian's vision.
Turning his gaze, his sight scanned below like a radar.
A few minutes later, Brian shook his head and stopped using Detect Aura to observe the army below.
He had intended to locate the positions of those high-level Spellcasters.
However, the Detect Aura spell was too low-level. As long as they intended to hide, even mid-level Spellcasters could block the leakage of their aura, let alone high-level Spellcasters.
Invisibility, aura suppression, and other minor spells, or even slipping into small pocket dimensions, were all possible methods they could use.
"I need more advanced perception spells."
This thought emerged in Brian's mind.
True Dragons had strong perception abilities, but it was still not enough to easily detect high-level Spellcasters hiding themselves from a considerable distance.
Powerful perception spells generally belonged to the divination school.
Divination Spellcasters were rare because divination spells had weak combat power and were difficult to learn. Even related spellbooks were much fewer than those of other schools.
Steadying his mind, Brian stopped thinking about spells and focused his gaze into the distance.
Thanks to his high altitude, his view was unobstructed. Coupled with the True Dragon's long-range vision, he vaguely saw the distant, towering Ironstone Line, like a winding black line stretching from east to west.
The golden tide of the alliance army surged forward continuously, while the black line of the Ironstone Line remained motionless, waiting for the Golden Alliance Army to approach.
Compared to two armies facing off, the defending side, relying on fortifications, had an easier time than the attacking side.
Of course, this was assuming the military strength of both sides was not vastly different.
The Emo Kingdom and the duchy armies of the kingdom camp now totaled only about 200,000.
Meanwhile, the combat strength of the Golden Alliance Army had reached nearly 600,000.
If they were all ordinary people, with such a numerical ratio, relying on the Ironstone Line and a large number of defensive tools, the Emo Kingdom would still have a chance to hold out.
However... the gap in high-level combat power was equally significant.
This was the most crucial factor.
The Emo Kingdom would struggle to contend with over twenty high-level Spellcasters and an even greater number of high-level knights.
If these individuals could not be countered, they would be unstoppable in war, like meat grinders easily taking countless ordinary soldiers' lives.
As time passed, the sunlight gradually dimmed, and evening approached.
The deep red evening sunlight emanated from the sun, almost sinking into the horizon, turning the clouds a fiery red, as if flames were rolling and burning in the sky.
The sunset looked like fire, or like blood spread across the sky.
At the same time, the Golden Alliance Army's steps paused slightly.
Not far ahead was the ancient, heavy, and dark Ironstone Line.
The nearly ten-foot-high Ironstone walls stood like a natural barrier, garrisoned with a large military force, blocking the Golden Alliance Army from the Emo Kingdom's capital.
Whoosh!
A strong wind blew.
But it couldn't disperse the heavy, almost tangible, solemn atmosphere.
In the high sky, the silver dragon and the blazing red dragon lowered their bodies, revealing their massive forms.
"Please, you two."
"Release your Dragon's Might to first intimidate the enemy's spirits."
Aisaya's voice, coming from an unknown location, directly reached the ears of the two True Dragons.
