The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Montrey and Woodleigh watched the positions ahead with a heavy heart, the bitter taste swirling between them.

The low-lying plains in front had become a graveyard burying the most elite warriors of both sides. In just a week since the battle began, more than eight thousand warriors had closed their eyes forever on this land. The thick scent of blood filled every gap in the land, and the ditches and pits behind were piled with the corpses of valiant warriors. If it weren’t for the early winter season, the threat of plague alone would have been enough to destroy a race.

Although the warriors of the Caron and Cabo tribes, as well as the Sanya Tribe, held a certain advantage in equipment and weapons, there was no doubt that their opponents were superior in numbers and combat strength. The allied forces of the two Car tribes and the Sanya Tribe were still at a disadvantage when facing the allied forces of the Carlo Tribe and the Sanwa Tribe.

Two Thunder Pengs cried mournfully as they swept across the sky, seemingly searching for winged companions that had fallen; an Earthwalking Dragon, staggering, struggled to move in the shrubbery at the edge of the lowlands, confused about the direction of its own camp after the desperate struggle that had lasted over three hours. Meanwhile, logistic personnel from both sides began to gather corpses and retrieve the severely wounded who were still alive, clearing the battlefield for the next war.

The same warriors, the same mounts, the same air attacks—the most intense and brutal Great War since the barbarians’ internal strife had begun finally came to an end.

This looked like another evenly matched battle. Judging only by the losses, the number of those killed and critically wounded was roughly equal on both sides. Both had committed over fifteen thousand main infantry to this massive engagement, but neither side achieved its desired outcome. Over six thousand corpses lay haphazardly across the field, while the occasional moan of a barely alive soldier proved he still drew breath.

The reserves of both parties had entered battle readiness to prevent the opponent from launching a surprise attack, but in reality, both sides also realized that another battle would end just like the scene before them.

"Montrey, if we keep this up, we won’t hold out," Woodleigh said heavily. "The Sanwa Tribe has already conscripted all the able-bodied men in their tribe, and the Carlo Tribe is carrying out the final full mobilization. If we don’t follow suit, we’ll be defeated and become their slaves."