Chapter 238: Right in the ass
Damon had already taken care of about ten elites from the first part of the wave, and some of the other vampire NPCs had taken down five of the elites, leaving behind a little over ten elites on the battleground.
However, now that ten had suddenly become fifty, and the newly arrived back also used divine steeds, a type of mutant elephant which could itself be considered a war machine.
The ground trembled beneath Damon’s feet, with the sheer weight of monstrous footfalls. He turned just in time to see them, a wave of divine steeds thundering into the battlefield, each one towering and plated in blessed silver armor that shimmered with holy enchantments.
Their riders, fifty strong, bore elite-class emblems and shone with radiant auras that screamed of high blessings and faction favor. These were no ordinary reinforcements. These were riding war machines designed to crush strongholds.
Damon’s lips pressed into a hard line. Fifty elites. Ten remaining from before. That was sixty. Sixty enemies now, and the vampire side had barely weathered the first wave.
The NPCs were exhausted, their formations frayed, and everyone was low on mana. Worse, the newly arrived steeds weren’t just all muscles.
Divine steeds also had aura-based suppression fields, especially against dark-aligned races. Just standing near one would reduce a vampire’s magic output by up to 20%, and that was without factoring in the riders’ class abilities.
"They’re not just reinforcements," Damon muttered under his breath. "They’re here to end it." If he could not somehow weather this wave, then they might as well give up on this purge war.
He clenched his fist, blood magic flickering across his knuckles. Could he take all of these elites down in just a couple of minutes before the buffs ran out?